I Write Too Much

When I did my final word count on my “soon-to-be-released” novel and find out that it’s 165K+ words…

Yes, I write a lot. And a buttload of words in a novel is fine…if you’re an established writer. (Or so a bunch of writing websites tell me.) I–a first-time novelist–am tempted to nurture the rule-breaker in me and just put it out with its original word count. But, to be on the safe side, I’ll keep a copy of the long version and go do a big trim job on my story. That still needs artwork and e-pub formatting and all that jazz. Le sigh. 


B For Boob, Er, Effort

Because I’m a breast chick, anything titty-related gets my attention. This happened in LA today. 

I should applaud the effort but I’m feeling nitpicky today. (It’s the PMS.) If the sign crashers made the effort to climb up that terrain to make the sign worthy of a thousand Beavis and Butthead laughs (although, in fairness, the “wood” part alone gets them LOLing), they could have pulled up the first B to cover up that W, and also created another big B to cover up that D. Unless you get up close to the sign, no one’s gonna see that line through that D! It will read HOLLYwBOOD from the 101! I’m giving this a reluctant one tit up, and Hollyweed still has yet to meet its match!  



And it is official.

The news dropped right when I had to go to work so I know I’m the very last person on earth to celebrate this. Right now, all the congrats to Biden, to Harris, their families and friends, and to all who campaigned and voted for them. And special thanks to those who volunteered to work during this election (even the ones taking a little while counting the ballots).


And Now It’s November

May all the wrongs be righted this month, that is all. 

Well, that and the gimp in my left leg that may likely be sciatica be relieved asap. Sciatica sucks hippo turds. 

It’s also NaNoWriMo, so get to it, aspiring novelists! As for me, I’m still editing the current novel and coming up with new ideas for the next novel. Maybe this new character guide can help me out for the next project!

“Compassionate Trainer Who Is Starting A Business…” (I’m using my real first name here.) Yeesh. OK, maybe it won’t. 

Also, in my house, we NEVER celebrate No Nut November. Hell naw. Sluts gotta slut. 

Look Who Got A Buzzcut!

Not me, of course. I refuse to chop off my long red locks. I have bills to pay. 

Who knew that 2020 would not just take away a bunch of cool celebrities (boo) and selfish anti-mask choads (yay!), but also Keanu’s hair and beard?!

nu-nu's nu look

Buzzcut Neo is back on the menu! Now if only he can add a face mask to it. Come on, NuNu. You may look good at 490 years old but strange things really are afoot at the Circle K these days when crazy ass Nic Cage is besting you in the face mask scoreboard! 


We Are All Nelson Muntz Today

*checks out the Reddit All feed at a time I usually avoid it*

*top three stories (as of Thursday 11:55 PM my time) are about Orange Hitler aka Chump (and his hooker wife) catching the Covid* (Or is it Covid catching a case of Chump? Eh, equals.)

*reads last paragraph of my previous post, thinks*


What else is there to say for now? (Besides I hope to Bowie and Prince that Biden and his wife didn’t catch it. Oh, and tots and pears and bleach.) Except…