It’s Gonna Be Great… Right?

Moving is exciting.

The actual move itself? Sucks giant smelly donkey balls.

Final Arrangements

A couple days ago, my phone rang mid-afternoon, interrupting my writing flow. I gave an annoyed huff, until I saw the caller ID.

“Hi, may I speak with AJ Rose please?”

Censor This, PayPal *extends middle finger*

This morning, Fen and I were shooting the shit when he mentioned something he saw from his other publisher.

“Paypal has deactivated BookStrand.com’s vendor account until they remove content from their website ‘which contains incest, pseudo-incest, bestiality, and rape for sexual titillation.’” He was obviously quoting.

So This Is What’s Called a Lunch Time Poll

“You win the Publisher’s Clearing House the same day aliens land on the earth and say they’re going to blow it up. What do you do with the money?”

If you can name the movie, I’ll be your friend for life.

A Clean Slate

I’m never drinking again.

Or, you know, not this week.

The Ruination of Dinner

I walked into my apartment after my bartending class, which let out early for a change, and Connor was already there, messing up the kitchen. Or cooking dinner, as he would call it.

Down the Rabbit Hole

I just picked up The Naked Truth by Dr. Charley Ferrer. It’s fascinating.

Why would I be reading a BDSM book? And not a fiction one at that, since this is the psychology behind it?

A Question of Intentions

My eyes adjusted slowly to the dim interior of the pub while I scanned for the familiar face in the crowd. Spotting Fen at a high cocktail table at the back edge of the room, I picked my way through the tables and sat down. A waitress came by to take my drink order.

“Largest Coke you can give me,” I answered. Fen smirked at me.

“Rough night last night?”

Train of Thought

“How was class?” Connor asked as I let myself in late last night.

“Interesting. A couple of the guys decided they’d had enough of one-upping each other on drink recipe knowledge and went at it on the street after class.”

His eyes widened. “They decided to fuck in public?”

Calling Courtney S. to the White Courtesy Phone

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