You missed the previous posts because they happened elsewhere, but I'm going to blog every day in November because I'm not even going to kid myself that I'd win at NaNoWriMo. This, maybe. I figure as long as I'm writing something I can still call myself a writer, right? er...
I'm annoyed at the moment because it's reading week and I was meant to get a flight home this morning but my passport, which had been in the post for about a week didn't arrive on time and so I'm stuck at home. I guess the bright side is that I have a few more days to do some actual reading. Or no excuse not to...Whatever.
I want to talk today about The Chase. You know, the thrill of it. I don't understand precisely why, but I become instantly attracted to a guy if he's got game. Even if he's not physically attractive, he can excite me. Example-I have two guys on the go. Pratchett is attractive, older, cooler, knows lot of useful people, is interested me, and Rodeo is not attractive, or useful in any way apart from the fact that he's semi-literate and yet HE is the one who occupies my thoughts. He waits days to respond to my texts, and doesn't act interested when he does: he's playing The Chase. I get infuriated to the point I have to delete his number from my phone to prevent me texting back. To end it all he'd have to do would be act interested and I'd lose interest. I hate being female sometimes.
I'll be more interesting soon, I promise.
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