Hope you all have fun tonight, out living and whatnot.  I’ll be home, drinking, writing, and eating homemade fried cheeseburgers and oven-baked fries.  I’ll shower somewhere in there and probably masturbate to sex scenes I’ve written.  I’m sure that’s way more than you wanted to know, but hey, this is Tumblubbering, and I’m just on the first beer.

This is why, if I ever do hook up with Alex, and Meg, and Drunken Soberness, they’ll likely kill me.  I’m a cheap date, sisters.  The days when I could put back a fifth of vodka are long gone.  Sometimes, I miss those days, when I didn’t give a fuck and didn’t have to and boys who didn’t even have chest hair called me Shelley and danced with me and kissed me under the stars on cold winter nights like this.

I don’t get around much any more (that’s an Ella Fitzgerald reference, yo).   

This is what happens when you get sucked in to your own created world…you don’t want to leave it because it might fall apart if you do.  When you have to be away, you obsess about it, jot notes, scribble drawings.  Yes, the stairs should have a switchback, and the soles of her feet would sting like hell if she jumped from the balcony.  And she will, because that’s the kind of woman she is, impatient and angry.  You look up from your monitor and find your vision blurred, and damnit, you didn’t need glasses two years ago but the hours spent in front of the screen are taking their toll.  If you get glasses, will people still stop you and tell you that you have the prettiest eyes and how did you get that weird brown spot in one of them?   

You know what I love?  I love to hear someone I love say my name.  You reach a point where when you’re alone with that person, you don’t call them by name unless you’re hollering at them from across the room or house or what-have-you.  It’s not the same as hearing it whispered in your ear or yelled during a really good orgasm.  It lights my heart, for realz.

So, enjoy your night.  If I make it to the rum and coke I have planned, we’ll have a round two of Tumblubbering.  Ooh, I just spotted some Sky in the back of the fridge.  I think it would go really well with raspberry ginger ale, don’t you?