A Quick Post

I've been writing for the past 9 hours and I feel wonderful.

I'm eating tacos and taking a break writing a paragraph in which a fat man eye fucks a character in my story. He will be destroyed soon.

He does not know the required intricacy of bar interactions. He has fooled himself into thinking he does and this lack of knowledge will be his downfall. Such is the fate of the unnamed character.


I have gained too much weight around the midsection, I will remedy this when I move into the condo. It will take a few months but I should have my six pack back and be able to make asshatted jokes that will please me to no end.