This one goes out to all the writers in my life. Don’t lie. You know this is true. ♥
Posts tagged Seriously.
“Hey, Alan. I’m studying Freud in my religion class—did you know Freud did religion?”
“Why the hell didn’t you warn me?”
“Because I was hoping to spare you?”
“They shouldn’t have let him touch it, I swear. This shit’s off the charts.”
“Freud touched a lot of things he shouldn’t have.”
“Ha. Funny man. Just…tell me everything in the world doesn’t come back to cock.”
“Nevermind. I forgot who I was talking to.”
…and I see all these awesome people liking and reblogging and what-have-you. And the same thought occurs to me nine times out of ten:
What on earth does your name mean/come from?
If it has a story, I’d love to hear it. Mine’s pretty obvious.
How about you? What does your name mean?
Writing Batboys with Supers and Speedsters and baking peanut butter cookies. I mean, how else is there to spend it? ;)
The boyfriend is adequately amused. And claiming he’s done nothing but gain weight since we really started dating.
Notice it’s the baking he ‘complains’ about and not the hours I spend writing
Uh huh. Like I force him to eat my cooking…right…