Life.Of.Sin

Okay, I got through all the angst in one piece, as did all the characters.  The chapter ended on a relatively happy note.

So, I started Chapter 8.  Oh my God.  This is the best chapter ever.  Tentatively titled: “I’m Going to Fucking Kill You, Tre”.  I haven’t decided if I’ll keep that yet.

Anyway, I listened to the Superhits CD.  I had heard “Poprocks and Coke” before, I just didn’t know it.  Right now, however, I’m completely addicted to “Minority”.

And I’m researching sympathetic pregnancy.  Hypothetically, is it possible for you to get sympathetic pregnancy for you ex-wife if the baby isn’t yours and you don’t know she’s pregnant?

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

***HOW WE GOT HERE SPOILERS!!!***

I swear, everytime I get something really good in a story, I have to go and make it all angsty.  Like Billie Joe goes to the shrink.  Obviously there’s going to be some angst there.  But do I really need to make him a cutter?  Does he really have to get completely trashed after he leaves the shrink’s office?

I even had to cross off an earlier sex scene and make it steamy.  I mean, I made Billie tear before and it was going to be this big angsty thing, but I felt so cruel . . . I just let them fuck.

Well, got to go.  Talk to anyone whenever.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

My doctor’s cool.  He’s kind of young, probably my mom’s age.  He put me on Buspirone for my anxiety.  7.5 mg twice a day for 4 days and then I get upped to 15 mg twice a day.

I go see my therapist on Monday.  I filled out the paperwork for that already.  I post to you guys about that.  I mean, I don’t feel weird telling you what my therapist said because . . .

Dude, it’s a blog.  I can say whatever I want as long as I don’t threaten to kill the president or whatever . . . or set of a bomb in a federal building . . . or threaten the security of the nation with Anthrax . . .

But if I were crazy enough to attempt those things I would never post in my blog.

Now, if I magically got laid . . . that’s another story.

Onto the good news . . . I lost 12 pounds and 5 inches off my waist.

I ate yesterday and today . . . and not just a little . . . and I’m having tacos tonight.

I feel calmer.

Oh and I got a new Green Day CD!  Did I already say that?

Bad news . . . took fucking f-o-r-e-v-e-r to fall asleep last night.

I forgot to take my meds last night.

Uh . . . yeah, I think that’s all.  Oh, no . . . geekstinkbreath.com (a Green Day fan site) can’t accept my story “How We Got Here” because there’s too much sex.  However, this really nice dude or chick sent me a link, so I’ll try and put it up on another site when I get home on Monday.

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

We went to Target today after we went to two costume shops.  My little sister wants to be a sluttier version of Vampira, but she’s 12, so there was a little tiff.  Anyway . . . we go to Target and I’m lookin’ at the CDs and then Mom, my kinda stepdad, and my sister show up.  ‘It’s time to leave . . . blah blah blah.”

So my stepdad asks if there was a CD I wanted and I knew he’d buy it, so I just kinda said ‘oh, I was just looking’.  And my mom asked me which one I’d want for Christmas, so I said either The Killers ‘Hot Fuss’ or Green Day’s ‘International Super Hits’. 

“Can you show them to me?”  he asks.  So we go back to the CDs and I show him both of them and my sister asks which one I want more.  Well, duh . . . Green Day, obviously.

So, he puts The Killers back and puts Green Day in the cart.  And my mom’s like “you know he’s gonna buy that for you, right?” 

I do the polite thing.  “You don’t have to do that.”  And inside I’m doing fucking cartwheels.

So awesome.  It was only 13 bucks and he bought my sister a 30 dollar walkman, but still . . . that was really nice of him.

:)  Big smiles for him!

I’m working on Chapter 8 of ‘How We Got Here’ right now and I just finished an awesome sex scene.  Kinda left me a little steamy.  Heh . . .

So, I’m going to sign off and go listen to my new CD! 

Luvverzz,
Mrs. Billie Joe, aka Dru

P.S.  Of course I thanked him.  Twice.  And I’m doing dishes tonight.