Someone flipped me the bird on the road today. I was ahead of him in a busy intersection that apparently didn’t move fast enough, and left the ass end of his giant extended-cab monster truck in the intersection. He busted his ass around me, flipped me off, then zipped into the space left by several cars in front of me.
I just laughed. It must suck having that small a penis.
Another week without much to add. I’m currently way behind on my obligations to the Lazarus project, but patience (and help recruiting other writers) sometimes pays. Not planning to stretch it too thin, and I might have my writing mojo working again. Lately I’ve been (supposedly) in demand for paying writing work from no less than three different agencies on both coasts plus Austin. But none of it’s started yet, and as such it’s not worth much either as a boast or an excuse.
So it’ll be another weekend spent indoors again. Thankfully my Christmas shopping’s done.
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