"Help! I can't tell where I am. It's dark and I can hear laughing."
That's on my Taco Bell Fire sauce. It's kind of creeping me out when I think too deeply.
Don't you hate it when you are half way to school when THE MOST AWESOME NEXT PART OF YOUR NOVEL IDEA hits and you don't want to dig out your pencil and write while you are walking?
I managed to get a bit of it down on my netbook before I had to go to meetings and class.
Fate is telling me to get writing, because the ideas are squeezing out of my brain at inconvenient moments. Like boogers.
"Pia Zadora's portrayal of Anne Frank at Summerstock was so bad, that as the German soldiers were beating on the door, the crowd began shouting, "She's in the attic."
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