NuclearFairy
Head Scritcher
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If the temps continue to rise like they have been, I might need to start hugging a bag of ice to go anywhere by march.
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but hot chocolate gives that unique warm glow that gets me through winter...A while back, I thought I had more Decaff brew than I'd ever be able to use. Then I started making it at night before bed instead of hot chocolate or anything else. Now I'm almost out.
Jameson's in my hot chocolate?Happy Valentine's Day, bitches! Have some Irish Coffee (a healthy shot of Jamison in every cup), keeping warm for all of you. It's the largest imaginary French press in history.
You can get rum and raisin dark chocolate, so why not?Jameson's in my hot chocolate?
I started out writing first person, and the bulk of my stories continued in that vein, but I found it surprisingly easy to switch to third person- just like watching a film in my mind and translating it to pixels.Don't forget that the Jameson is in the cupboard next to the 'fridge.
It's raining here and the temps are in the forties so no chance of icing anywhere. The rain is melting the last of the snow pack and all that is left are the piles made from shoveling. My BP is starting to moderate and I can still move my knee so we'll see how it goes.
I've got a pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are snacks on the counter and I'm going to make another cornbread today. The plot bunnies are starting to get underfoot so everyone needs to pitch in and take care of them.
I'll be over in the corner working on my story. I'm starting to think I may have to write it in third person to get what I want out of it. However, I've only ever written in first person so I'm not sure if I want to try it. Oh, well, we'll see how it goes ...
Sounds like a wonderful day to me.45, windy, damp and grey is NOT a nice day.
Get many of those, and it's time to spank your muse for wasting your time. That might give her a raft of new ideas involving bare-assed goddesses bent over your lap, but maybe you can publish some of them.My muse is insisting I write a different story, which wouldn't pass here by any stretch of the imagination.
Jameson's in my hot chocolate?
Might even mute my disdain for a holiday created by the Industrial Love Complex (Big Floral, Big Chocolate and their hench entities) which just adds to the depression and loneliness
Breakfast is spaghetti, naked.