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Writing: the shoe fit
Jun. 9th, 2005 12:35 amOk. I have no idea where this is going--as usual. I'm kind of tempted to have her run off with the messenger...possibly only because I just watched Sex and the City, which featured kissing-adultery with hot Irish gardeners*. So...comment, critique (well, I know it's terrible, it's a first-draft-late-at-night-got-promted-randomly scene), tell me if you have ideas...
Ta, loves.
( 'Plus, you like the Prince. I think he's a twat...' )
*I wonder what it says that every single Irish song they played during that episode? ...I knew. Yes. Even the one during sex. Oh dear...obviously I need to a) start dancing again or b) get a hot Irish boyfriend. Possibly both.
Incidentally, this packing-up and moving out shit is not exactly fun. I realized as I was putting everything in this room into boxes and bags that this is a first: I have never actually moved entirely out of someplace. I suddenly feel very young and very naive.
Ta, loves.
( 'Plus, you like the Prince. I think he's a twat...' )
*I wonder what it says that every single Irish song they played during that episode? ...I knew. Yes. Even the one during sex. Oh dear...obviously I need to a) start dancing again or b) get a hot Irish boyfriend. Possibly both.
Incidentally, this packing-up and moving out shit is not exactly fun. I realized as I was putting everything in this room into boxes and bags that this is a first: I have never actually moved entirely out of someplace. I suddenly feel very young and very naive.
