oh my fucking god.

Oh my god. Heineken needs to sponsor my LJ. Heinken just needs to sponsor me PERIOD. Y’all know how I was whinging and complaining because I had no ideas what that fucking favor was going to be at the end of chapter four? (I don’t really plan ahead much) Well, then I went home and had a beer. And another beer. And then the ideas started coming.

Many beers later – there was this. It’s so fucking stupidly insane. I howl.


( The Unexpected V – Playing Along-WIP )

i'm really in it now...

sigh. this my is place to bitch about my writing so i'm going to bitch right now. it's time for the last part of the 'unexpected series' and as much as i love it, i'm happy to let it go off to college and live as lex's concubine. the issue, however, seems to come down to sex. everybody's expecting it in the last part, but i don't write smut. i can't. you think i jest. i don't. it's like this physically taxing procress and i start to break out in a cold sweat.

sigh.

a blow job, or two is just going to have to do.

more zahra randomness

it's at 8:24 and i'm still at work because the slavedrivers that i call friends (you know who you are) have expressly told me that smut must come in part six. this is draining. this is hard fucking work. i wanna go hoooooome! all the same, i'm fucking around waiting to hear back from one or two people and i'm wondering something rather existentialist - well for me at any rate.

the question of the day is, do you think you, or anyone for that matter, can ever be satisified? is there really such a thing as enough?

okay, enough of that, going back to sweating blood now.

fuckers.