A bit blocked...

The Webb-I'm Not Listening

I'm attempting to write my novel (after practically a year of not writing!) and the words are right there for me to write but I can not bring myself to write the words.  I guess I'll try again tomorrow night.

I suppose I know what's keeping me from focusing right now.  You see, a while ago, my mom told me that I go out and live LIFE.

Well, on Dec.9th, I SHALL LIVE LIFE TO THE FUCKING FULLEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There's an Emilie Autumn concert that night and a dear friend of mine is making me a sign so Veronica Varlow can pick me to play "The Motherfucking Rat Game!" up on STAGE.  That's right, fucker.  On stage!

As a person who can not look at anyone in the face (anymore...) and has real BAD anxiety attacks when surrounding with people is going to get her ass up on stage and kiss the lovely and sexy Veronica Fucking Varlowwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!

I've personally never kissed anyone (never even been kissed on the cheek! O.O) but on Monday night I might (I say might because I saw a video awhile ago and this girl had a sign but she picked someone who didn't even have a sign <.<)!

But there's still a good chance I might be picked.  Because that dear friend I mentioned earlier made a sign for someone and she got picked!!!! And he just showed me the sign a while ago and it's fucking prettyyyy and he's going to make me one and send it tomorrow and hopefully it arrives on time!

By possibly kissing Veronica (in front of God knows how many fucking people!!!!!!), I may just cross that off on my little black list and stop worrying so much about what my mom said.