no sleep till

it's national novel writing month!

thank goodness i now have a valid excuse for

1. letting those dust bunnies pile up

2. letting my ginormous* "to be filed" pile, pile up**

3. letting my local unfriendly dry cleaners selection of my favorite garments pile up***

4. not writing that OTHER novel. you know, the one that doesn't suck.











*yes, i said GInormous. it's a realish word. fucking speakers of english. it's time to learn MY language. tinaese.

**wait. that's not right. there's something about that that is JUST NOT RIGHT. pileypileypileypile. i know- i used have said gianormous STACK! now it's too late- wail- bitch - moan.****

***haha- my dry cleaner now scoffs at me when i say i'll pick something up on wed or thursday. "you come back next month". shit. they are onto me. slow.

****god- there's nothing i like better than some unadulterated- for no good reason- whining wailing bitching and moaning. oh yeah baby- it's SO GOOD.