A Diva Day

Dear Diary,

Such a strange day. Woke up at 3AM and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I decided to write – which I ended up doing for almost 12 hours. I completely outlined Voyeur Season 2 Episode 2, heavily dented three different projects under various pen names (you Patreon motherfuckers get ready) and submitted Interview With A Werewolf to Amazon for September 1st preorder. Once (if) Amazon approves it I’ll give you guys the link.

Professionally it was a productive day.

Personally, not so much. Maybe it was my lack of sleep, but I got into a screaming match with my big brother, and the sad part is I knew I was in the wrong even as I was in the middle of screaming, but I couldn’t just stop myself from being stupid because the momentum had been set and my mouth refused to quit moving. Have you ever had that happen to you? Honestly, I’m surprised he didn’t just slap me unconscious. I kind of deserved it.

And then I ended up getting into a fight with Anne several hours later that was again wholly my fault. It didn’t start out that way, but I sure accelerated the shit out of it and kept it going.

Sigh. I guess it was a diva day for me. I have them every once in a while. Fortunately, not very often.

My solution to this: get drunk, play a quest in Skyrim, and write some more. Cause fuck sleep. Anne’s at the store right now getting us beer as I write this.

You only live once, right?

🍻

#Alexa

“Women always go through the door first. Even ardent feminists would admit it’s nice. It’s not an acknowledgment of women as the weaker sex; it’s perhaps an acknowledgment of women as the stronger sex.”

– Lyle Lovett

Alexa, AKA Chicken Wench…

Dear Diary,

As some of you know, I couldn’t sleep last night, so I decided to spend some time figuring out how to spread my time over my five author accounts and writing that woman’s story on domestic violence and sexual abuse. It’s not an easy one to write. Trying to figure out what to fictionalize, what to keep accurate, and how to put it all together in an entertaining (if that’s the right word) way is a lot more challenging than I thought it would be.

It’s an enriching and interesting experience, no doubt.

It’s also uncomfortable.

This woman went through some things.

She showed me some of her scars when she was telling me everything that happened, even some of her more…intimate ones, and the entire time I was thinking how easy my life has been in comparison. So many people have it so much worse than we do, and yet we complain like our lives are just soul-crushing.

Anyway.

I also took Anne grocery shopping and got a good chunk of the outline done for Voyeur Season 2 Episode 2. (If you haven’t read any of this series, please do so!) I even redid the cover to something I’m actually happy with. Finally. 🎉

And then I talked to Rebecca for a bit through Facebook Messenger. It was…interesting. It kind of put me in a weird emotional place after, which is why I was so shocked when Anne randomly strolled by and called me a chicken wench. I have no idea what that means, but that triggered a long round of smack-talking and laughing that pulled me out of the funk I was in. I really needed that. Maybe that was why she did it to begin with. 🤔

Evil ostrich-looking motherfucker. 😅

Goodnight (hopefully) loves.

Tomorrow: writing like the demoness I am.

#Alexa

“I really think that sex always looks kind of funny in a movie.”

– William Friedkin

Anne’s mouth. 😲

Dear Diary,

It is fucking hot outside, people! I mean, offensively hot! I didn’t realize just how hot it got during the day (I’m usually indoors working) but I had to take Anne to the dentist (34 root canals) and damn. 😖

And to make matters worse: I couldn’t get that motherfucking song The Humpty Dance out of my head the entire time.

I did manage to get quite a few things done today on the author front however (probably because I woke up at 4:44AM) such as completely finishing Voyeur’s Season 1 Collection (scheduled to be released in November unless you’re a member of my Patreon clique) and re-reading Nephilim: Daybreak in preparation for starting Nephilim: Prisoner. So much I forgot about…which is why I’m staying on this damn series until it’s finished. And I’m going to seriously think twice before I start another series like this again. 😆

Voyeur doesn’t count, of course. That’s my passion project.

So that’s been my day in a nutshell, dear diary: working, holding Anne’s hand while she got mauled by the dentist, and (as always) terrorizing social media.

In short: a beautiful day.

Goodnight, my peeps.

I love you guys.

Always.

#Alexa

P.S.: If you were wondering about the origin of Butt Naked Sundays (and what my big brothers reaction to it is), your wish has been fulfilled: https://www.patreon.com/posts/19154449 . You’re welcome. 😊

“Yet, if the most frequent sex and apparently the best sex is that between married partners who are faithful to one another, is there not a hint that affection might be an important aspect of sex? Even love?”

– Andrew Greeley

I’m almost there!

Dear Diary,

I had an impressively productive day today. Not only did I completely finish Quickies Cumpilation Volume 3, (If you haven’t picked up volumes one and two, you really should. Good stuff.) but I also published another collection of short stories under a pen name. Patreon subscribers: be on the lookout for it soon.

So yeah. I’m pretty proud of myself.

Especially since this means all I have left is to finish Voyeur Season 1 Collection, and then I get to dive into the Nephilim series again in earnest – something I’m really excited about. I’ll also be getting the cover for Nephilim: Daybreak redid and editing the innards again to make sure everything is up to snuff. After that though? Nephilim: Prisoner! And then the rest of the Nephilim series. I might take a few brief breaks to churn out another episode of Voyeur, but besides that, it’s all Nephilim all the time until all five books are complete.

And then? A brief pit-stop to finish a few more books I already have rough drafts for, then over to my Loliverse! (Which spawned from the novella Killer Lolis, in case you’re just now tuning in).

I really love being a writer! 🤗

Topic switch.

While I was compiling this Quickies Cumpilation, I was watching (making fun of) Anne’s shows with her: Teen Mom 2, Young and Pregnant, Love & Hip Hop, etc. on the MTV/VH1 apps (which I have on my tablet and stream to her television). And for some reason, every commercial that popped up was from Nigeria. Let me tell you, they have some strange commercials. 😅 And then a commercial popped up for a YouTube video. A YouTube video! Since when in the fuck did they start putting out commercials for YouTube videos?!

Loved it. It definitely kept me entertained while I worked.

Anyway, off to Skyrim. I have sweetrolls to steal and knees to shoot. 🍰

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

Alligators have erections for 100% of their lifetime.

An interesting day

Dear Diary,

I’m not exactly sure how to sum this day up. Interesting, for sure (and not just because this is the first time I’ve ever tried scrambled eggs and chili), but also somber and humbling.

The things some people survive is absolutely amazing.

Listening to this woman’s story was a splash in the face to me, a reminder that Real Life isn’t as pretty as it is in fiction. There aren’t clear cut lines of good and evil, and there’s not always a definitive reason to neatly explain why things happen. When it comes to right and wrong, which I believe to be relative terms anyway, things can get a bit sticky.

The rapper Warren G posted an interesting question in one of his songs titled Regulators, asking who the real victim was: a jacker (robber), or the person getting jacked (robbed). The answer isn’t as clean cut as you may think.

Hopefully, you’ll understand why I’m writing this when I put this story together.

If you have read any of my episodic erotica series Voyeur, you probably already have a pretty good idea what I mean.

That’s all for now, #Alexaliens.

Thank you for reading.

I love you.

#Alexa

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Domestic violence is something that no one should go through. If you or someone you know is a victim of domestic violence, please call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1−800−799−7233 or visit http://www.thehotline.org/.

Seriously.

Now.

The fattest pussy I’ve ever seen! 😳

Dear Diary,

For those of you who came here to read this based on the title alone: you got clickbaited, motherfucker. 😅 The pussy I’m talking about is my new friend’s cat, which is hu-fucking-mongous! I mean, I can damn near ride this cat! Remember He-Man’s mount, Battle Cat? Has to be a relative or something. When I first walked into her house and saw this thing turn the corner, I swear I thought it was a small dog. 😳

Anyway, obviously I can’t get into too much detail on how my day was spent, but I can say it was pleasant. The flight was short (about two and a half hours), pleasant (no one was sitting beside me), and productive (I drafted out a good chunk of Voyeur: Season 2, Episode 2 on my tablet). Also a bit hazy, because I couldn’t sleep a wink last night. I was too excited. The sleep deprivation didn’t really hit me until a few hours ago though because I’ve been so hyped up and on-edge.

Turns out I didn’t have a reason to be. Luckily.

Tomorrow we’re getting into her story in earnest; today she showed me around some of the places nearby. We even went out to eat at this cozy little restaurant that I am completely in love with. My brother would love it. The burgers there are huge.

And this woman… she is so sweet, and so obviously damaged. When you’ve been through things yourself, you can see similar traits in others. Pain recognizes pain, you know? Oh, and just a heads up: don’t expect a ton of social media interactions from me tomorrow, as most of the day will be dedicated to her. There will still be a Diary entry at the end of the day, of course, and I’ll tell you guys what I can, but other than that, I’m promising nothing.

I miss you guys (Including you, Anne! You better not be cheating on me ho!), and please keep me in your thoughts.

You are always in mine.

#Love

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Thailand performs the largest number of sexual reassignment surgeries in the world, mostly on foreigners. However, the country with the second most sex change operations, and the highest number to do so on its own citizens, is Iran.

Good girls don’t spit

Dear Diary,

So, I somehow managed to blow my ear right ear out. To clarify, I managed to come down with an ear infection, and if it wasn’t for Anne force-feeding me some mystery pill she still won’t tell me the name of I would be in a bad way right now. And when I say force-fed, I mean force-fed: she crept over to my writing station after I refused to take any medication and literally shoved it in my mouth. And then handed me a bottle of icy water. I would have spit the pill out, but it already started dissolving, and… as we all know, good girls don’t spit. 😏

Of course, my Patreon peeps already know this about me. 😅

Anyway, I have been writing like a mad-woman these past few days so I can wrap up all these projects I have floating around me and start Nephilim: Prisoner before I leave for Ohio Sunday night. I already finished Voyeur: Season 2, Episode 1 and put a load of notes down for episode 2. I also finally finished another story by my erotica pen name – a large story – that will be out any day now.

I’ve been busy as fuck.

Which is why Anne and I are taking a break for the rest of the day and playing the shit out of Skyrim. I added some interesting mods that are intended to make the game more real: Realistic Needs and Diseases and Campfire – Complete Camping System. I played with them for a bit last night and fell head over heels in love with them. Anne saw how much fun I was having and wanted a similar experience, so she went to Creation Club on her PS4 and purchased Survival Mode, and after about ten minutes nearly threw her controller across the room. She wasn’t a fan, especially when she realized she couldn’t fast travel. 😅. She disabled it.

I’m keeping mine!

Thanks for reading, as always.

Until tomorrow, my loves…

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

The record for having sex with the most men in 24 hours goes to American Lisa Sparks who bedded an incredible 919. That’s roughly 38 men per hour.

Why my horniness almost killed a man… 😳

Dear Diary,

So, I learned four valuable lessons today, and one of them actually means something.

Lesson 1: Do not, ever, fill your oil diffuser with mouthwash and turn it on. Seriously. 😳

Lesson 2: Yes, you can actually have an entire meaningful conversation with animated GIFs. This one was learned thanks to my bestie during lunch.

Lesson 3: Writing an episodic erotica series like Voyeur while you’re so horny your practically in heat is not a smart idea. I damn near snatched a random guy off the street. And as horny as I am, he would have lost his life. I saved a man’s life with my willpower today! ✊

Lesson 4: And this is the one that actually means something. Patience pays off. See, a while ago a woman wrote me about writing a book based on a dark portion of her life. She’s a victim of sexual abuse and domestic violence, and for some reason, she picked me to tell her story. Or, at least, I thought. She wrote me, I wrote back, and then – nothing. For weeks. And then I received an email with her address, phone number, and other various personal information. We talked on the phone for a while, and she definitely wants me to do the story, but she wants to tell it to me face-to-face. So, I’m flying out to Ohio to do exactly that on Monday. I should be back Wednesday night, though I’ll still keep up my socializing and Diary entries, don’t you worry. I’ll also be writing her story under a pen name, because it just seems wrong somehow to write a story about sexual and domestic abuse under mine.

So, there you have it. The four lessons I learned today. Life can be really educational when it wants to be, can’t it?

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

Penguins only orgasm once a year.

(I think I might be a penguin. 😳)

Fat girl jokes

Dear Diary,

So, Anne and I barely got any sleep last night due to scoring on each other with fat joke after fat joke. I don’t know how we got on the topic considering neither of us is overweight, but boy did we roast the shit out of each other. 😅 Some highlights:

Me: You’re so fat when you dressed up as the red Power Ranger for Halloween everyone thought you were the Kool-Aid Man!

Anne: You’re so fat when you get a flu shot gravy pours out!

Me: Oh yeah? You’re so fat when you sweat, butter and grease oozes out!

Anne: You’re so fat when you were a baby your mom gave you fried pork chops as pacifiers!

Me: You’re so fat your birth was sponsored by Butterball!

Anne: You’re so fat when you get out the bed it raises nine inches!

This went on nearly all night. We were making these up as we went, and some of them were so funny we had to stop and laugh at ourselves. Especially me, since every time she threw a joke at me my hyperactive imagination conjured up a vivid image. It was horrible.

Of course, we paid for this the next morning. Though not immediately.

See, we woke up at precisely 4:44AM feeling all kinds of good and refreshed, and started talking mad shit about how little sleep we needed to be productive and alert.

Fast forward two hours.

We were both whining and sniveling, our heads rolling on our necks and nodding out every few minutes. And I was writing, too, which made it worse. Even with a cappuccino, my concentration drained out of me at an alarming rate.

We ended up taking a nap and waking up several hours later feeling loads better.

And then I got to work in earnest.

I completely finished the Red Revision of Voyeur Season 2 Episode 1 (I can’t wait until you motherfuckers read it!) and completed a good chunk of another title I’m working on under a pen name. Just so you guys know, I haven’t forgotten about the Nephilim series – as soon as this Voyeur episode is finished, I’m tackling Nephilim: Prisoner. It already has so many notes for the draft…

Anyway, that was my day in a nutshell: scoring, writing, and napping.

Until tomorrow, my loves…

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

When banana slugs have sex, sometimes they get stuck, and the male and female each take turns nibbling at the penis until they get unstuck.

Staying in bed with Anne 😜

Dear Diary,

I didn’t want to get out of bed today. I woke up several minutes before my alarm went off and just stared at the ceiling, not feeling life at all. I knew I had to get up and start writing, but I just had zero motivation to leave the warmth and comfort of my bed.

This is not how I usually am.

My typical morning consists of me springing out of bed, slapping on some clothes, snatching whatever happens to be in my brother’s hands for breakfast and going to Anne’s, setting up my writing station and writing/doing author tasks for the next eight hours. My energy is usually insane, and when the coffee kicks in… I get a lot done.

Not today.

Anne spent the night last night, so when my alarm went off she just kind of looked over at me.

“We’re not getting up, are we?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Not a chance in hell.”

“OK,” she shrugged, turning back around and almost immediately resuming her snoring.

And that was it. We went back to sleep. 😅 I woke up several hours later feeling alert, refreshed, and generally just happy. Anne woke up and immediately wanted to take a nap. 😳

Of course, sleeping in doesn’t mean I didn’t do my author junk: I slammed out 90% of Voyeur Season 2 Episode 1 (I’m having issues with figuring out exactly how I want to end it), then assassinated task after task, including a lot of work on pen name projects (if you’re a member of Patreon, log in. You have a surprise. 😏)

All in all? A good day.

Just a little off-schedule…

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

If your parents had waited five seconds later, or began five seconds earlier, you wouldn’t be here.

Pushing through it

Dear Diary,

I woke up today not feeling the whole writing thing. At all. I went through the usual rituals, sat down in front of my laptop, and stared blankly at the screen as coffee sludged its way through my system. First thing I had to decide was what story I wanted to work on for the next five hours. I decided on Voyeur Season 2 Episode 1, opened it, and began typing one word after another, sighing mentally to myself as I followed my outline to the T.

Fast forward 4,500+ words later and my alarm goes off telling me its lunchtime, and I scream noooooo at the top of my lungs at my computer screen. I didn’t want to stop. I was so into it! I don’t know what happened, but several minutes into writing my mind just clicked over, and I started seeing all these possibilities for plot changes and twists, character interactions, and details I didn’t think to add when I outlined everything out… it was kind of rain-manish, but that’s how I usually am when I’m in my zone and crafting a story.

Anne ordered me Taco Bueno via UberEATS to console me.

It worked.

She then out-of-the-blue informed me that she once sucked a man off so thoroughly that his ball sack looked like it came out of a Paper Mario game, causing me to somehow inhale some of said taco meat and nearly kill myself. 😳

See the kind of hell I go through?!

I’ll never look at a Paper Mario game the same way again…

Anyway, I’m going to cuddle into a book and relax for the rest of the night, and I hope you do the same.

Goodnight, my loves.

As always, I love you, and thank you for reading about my weird and crazy life. 😊

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

The clitoris is anatomically and developmentally synonymous with the male penis, it just lacks a urethra.

Debating my ratchetness

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Braindead

Dear Diary,

Busy busy busy busy busy…

Absolutely nothing entertaining happened today. All I did was author things. All. Fricking. Day. I did this because during the weekend I try and give myself a break from writing-related things, so I wanted to get as much done as I could.

The result?

Well.

• I finished the green revision of The Siren’s Song. Which means all I have to do is grammar check Monday and get it out to my Beta Reader Hit Squad. And then everyone on Patreon gets it for free! Everyone else will get it May of 2019.
• I approved the final version of The Qedesha’s Handmaiden: A Qedesha Story. Now we’re just waiting on Audibles approval.
• Was informed that Voyeur: Season 1, Episode 5 has been accepted by Amazon for August 1stpreorder and is currently going through the final stages of publishing.
• Was also informed that the new edition of Knocked Up In Prison! was accepted and is available now. So, if you’ve bought it previously, refresh it or something. I have no idea how Amazon handles new editions. I know they provide newer editions to buyers, but… I decided not to redo the cover, because I kind of like the one I have now. But the insides? Beautiful. 😊
• A little birdie told me that I have a new Patreon subscriber! 🙌 Thank you, Warren van Tassell, for joining me on the Voyeur tier! It is really, really appreciated, and I hope you’ll like the rewards you get as a result!
• And finally, I published yet another answer on my Quora account, something I plan to do at least once a week. Maybe more, I dunno. We’ll see.

Anyway, it’s time for me to mentally unwind and dive into some Skyrim with Anne.

I love you all.

Thank you for reading.

I mean that, by the way. Thank you. 💖

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

A woman’s breasts increase in size by up to 25% when she is sexually aroused.

Getting ahead of myself

Dear Diary,

So, I have this book I’m writing, The Siren’s Song, about an orphan named Arielle that grew up with strange gifts. She lives in a small town very few people know about and is growing tired and frustrated with not only her loneliness but with her body’s unquenched yearnings.

She decides to use her abilities, her magic, to do something about it.

She was not expecting what resulted…

Here’s a little poem I made up and placed in the book that kind of neatly sums up her predicament:

As above and so below,

In peace of mind and perfect trust.

By power of three, so mote it be,

In perfect love and perfect lust.

The story is getting… intense. I started it out initially as a basic sexy story involving a siren and two men, but, well, you know me. I can’t write a basic fuck-book to save my life. I started adding tiny details here and there, and then conversations sprung up, and situations kind of just happened… and before you knew it, it somehow morphed into a supernatural romance between two jealous and conflicting brothers while I wasn’t looking.

And I’m not done.

😳

I know I’m kind of getting ahead of myself, but I’m beginning to really like this Arielle chick and can easily see writing about her more when I finish the Nephilim series (which is what’s scheduled after I finish this story). The Siren’s Song should be completed within two to three days, after which I’m sending it off to my Beta Reader Hit Squad, and then I’m taking a brief break while they read it. During this time, I’ll probably organize and prepare my notes to dive back into the Nephilim universe, though I’m considering also knocking off the first episode of Voyeur’s season two first. But that’s it.

Of course, this means if you haven’t yet read Nephilim: Daybreak, you really should.

I cannot wait to write Nephilim: Prisoner. It’s haunting me. 👻

Hopefully, it will haunt you, too…

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

Female hyenas have clitorises that extend seven inches out of their bodies and serve as pseudopenises as well as the birth canal.

Do you like to watch?

Dear Diary,

So Voyeur: Season 1 Episode 4 is finally released into the wild! Voyeur, in case you didn’t know, is my one and only episodic erotica series, something I plan on doing…basically forever. Think of it as an erotic soap opera with more drama, love, and mystery. I’m in love with the series, and this episode in particular, well…it’s pretty intense. A lot of things come to a head, and it sets things up nicely for the season finale (which is next episode). If you motherfuckers haven’t started reading this series yet, you really should – each episode is short, only .99, and is released semi-regularly. I’ll get better at releasing them faster, promise.

So, go grab episode 1. Right now. I’ll wait. 🕓

Annnyway.

I did absolutely no writing today, but then I rarely do on the first, since I have so many author/personal tasks that rudely spontaneously erupt on my task manager.

And then, of course, Microsoft decided to release an update the size of my libido to Windows 10 today that took forever to finish installing. Which is precisely what I need when I’m trying to get a million things done…

All of this is why I’ve also kept away from social media – I just didn’t have time for it today. So if you messaged me and I didn’t respond, please forgive me. Your girls been hella busy. Having fun, of course, but hella busy. Honestly, I didn’t miss social media itself very much, but I missed several of you assholes immensely*.

Tomorrow I’ll be more available. 🤗

And hopefully my eyesight will be completely normal. Right now there’s still a double-vision thing going on, but it isn’t as bad as it was yesterday. At least the migraines are over with!

Anyway, back to watching Asian lesbian porn my task list. And the doggie.

I love you all.

Motherfuckers.

#Alexa

* Word is steadily trying to force me to change you assholes into your assholes. 😆 That would have slightly changed the meaning of that sentence. Just a little. See, this just goes to show that you can’t trust grammar programs too much! 😏

“When guys talk about sex, eyebrows don’t get raised. It’s different for girls.”

– Lauren Myracle

Hitting the ground running

Dear Diary,

It felt absolutely wondrous to jump back into the daily routine of writing. And I finished a lot of it, knocking out the yellow revision of Knocking Up The MILF, working on The Siren’s Song for a bit, and – finally – dived headfirst into Nephilim: Prisoner, the sequel to Nephilim: Daybreak. It felt so good to start it. Tomorrow cannot come quick enough so I can continue.

I also received some fantastic news from the narrator I hired to do the audiobook version of The Qedesha’s Handmaiden. She just uploaded chapters 6,7, and 8, and is currently working on 9,10, and the epilogue now. Which means in the next day or two, she’ll be completely finished. 🙌

I can’t wait!

Also, if you’re a member of my Patreon and want to check out the rough draft of Voyeur Season 1, Episode 5, you can do so here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/18358393. While you’re there, you can also check out my recent post, “Why I don’t use publishing houses,” found here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/18359553.

Yes, I hit the ground running today!

Now if I can just quit sneezing uncontrollably, my day would be phenomenal! 😅

Until tomorrow, my loves…

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

Pigs orgasm for 30 minutes. 😳

Anne’s slayed vagina…

Dear Diary,

“OK, these pants have to come off because they’re slaying my vagina.”

It was that comment that almost ended my life today. 😅

It was just the way Anne said it; you had to have been there. Maybe I should explain just a bit. See, Anne has this habit of running around naked when its just us girls, but I had some business paperwork to sign so I had it delivered to my place. Which meant she had to get dressed.

And she was not happy about it.

And apparently, her pants were slaying her vagina the entire time.

It only took a few minutes, but the second he left she plopped down on the bed and started wiggling out of her pants like they were full of ants. After about three seconds she glared at me and went “OK, these pants have to come off because they’re slaying my vagina. Can you please help me get these off?!” like it was the most severe, crucial thing ever.

I almost died right there. It was beautiful.

Little things like that just make my day.

Writing-wise, I killed it, completely finishing and compiling Voyeur: Season 1, Episode 5 (it’s scheduled to be released August 1st unless you’re a member of my Patreon, in which case you’ll be getting it free next month), getting about halfway through Knocking Up The MILF’s yellow revision, and laying the groundwork for some top-secret author stuff I’ll be announcing soon.

I’ll just say this for now: your girl is branching out!

My personal life, however, was nowhere near as impressive. I made plans to hang with the bestie Sunday, but other than that…boring. Well, with the small exception of Anne’s pants slaying her vagina. I’m not really complaining though. Dull days are nice sometimes. Especially for me, considering how crazy my life usually is.

I’m thinking about getting drunk tonight, I dunno. Drunk Skyrim sounds really appealing. And reading.

Until tomorrow, lov—

Liver: Wait a minute, wench. You promised no more drinking for the rest of the month.

Me: Prove it, motherfucker.

Liver: Fine. Let me check my texts… aaannnddd all my texts from you are gone.

[smiling smugly]

Liver: You deleted them when I was sleeping, didn’t you? Because you knew you were getting plastered tonight.

[smiling smugly]

Liver: I know you did. That’s fucked up. Does honesty mean nothing to you?

[smiling smugly]

Sucka.

Enjoy your weekend, loves.

I know I will.

#Alexa

💡 The More You Know 💡

The French national anthem, “La Marseillaise,” derived its title from the enthusiasm of the men of Marseilles, France, who sang it when they marched into Paris at the outset of the French Revolution. Rouget de Lisle, its composer, was an artillery officer. According to his account, he fell asleep at a harpsichord and dreamt the words and the music. Upon waking, he remembered the entire piece from his dream and immediately wrote it down.