Date Report
$2 Miller Lite pints. Tigers played shit. Laughed the entire time anyway. Dog hates me, but hates all men. Didn't get kneed in the balls. Home safe, home safe. Didn't hang up when I called the next day.
Best one can really hope for from the WangMeister.
Best one can really hope for from the WangMeister.
posted by Derek at 10:34 PM
5 Comments:
At least she didn't question any substance on your palms....
If this girl were to turn out to be fictional, does that make you crazier than I?
Also, are you writing anything this November? A friend of mine suggested that I do a devotional about the different people in my life I've lost this year. Three days later I have a thorough outline and a few paragraphs to The Meow, Meow Mystery; my long-referenced hypothetical novel, used to mock the mystery genre. Don't expect me to finish it, and don't expect to see what I DO actually wind up writing, but I just thought I'd throw that out there.
I think Dutch stole that novel idea from me.
"I think Dutch stole that novel idea from me."
No. You are wrong.
Dutch said...
"If this girl were to turn out to be fictional, does that make you crazier than I? Also, are you writing anything this November?"
Yeah, if I made this girl up out of boredom and some misplaced concern for my anonymous internet self-image, I think I'd be crazier than you. And more pathetic than anyone. She's real, and kinda old, too, yet stragely immature.
And, no- I do not believe I'll be participating in National Novel month, but I might randomly write a few short stories I've been kicking around. If you write the Meow Meow Mystery, I will expect to read it, and I'll repay you in kind by letting you read whatever drivel I churn out.
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