Why No Editing SUCKS

So I decided to dive back in to writing. And see, I have this thing, where I don't like the little red squiggly lines that appear under words I've misspelled. I want to fix them IMMEDIATELY. Which means that I usually get about half-way through a scene before i get so fed up with the lines that I stop writing and immediately have to correct it all. And by the time I'm done with all that......the writing train has left the station. I'm doing it right now even! STOP IT. YOU CAN EDIT THIS LATER, FOOL. bejeeezus...

The logical thing would be for me to just turn off those squiggly red lines....but logic Pshhh, what fun is that old thing?!

In Which I Turn Into a Hypnotized Raver....

So i have this super bad habit of falling in love at first sight. Usually it's with musicians (mmhmmm Kele Okereke), and that works out fine. Cause like, theres such a disconnect there. And thousands of equally obnoxious hipster-wannabes (blargh) are jsut as in love with his bi-sexual ass. But when it happens in real life? Like, with a NORMAL person? Whoa. Not cool, brain! Rewind that, if you please. It's funny, b/c normally i'm so rational. And then...boom. I'm not. And i want to bone you.

But on to the crux. Last night i meet someone who falls in love like i do. In fact, i meet a couple. And they were AWESOME. There's nothing like being surrounded by child-like kids, falling in love with the man on stage. It's like being transported to another, i guess, world, with a surge and pulse of desire rushing through the room. Desire for the beat, a rush, anything. And when the DJ can eat it up and send it back out in soundwaves? It's magic.

Stay Beautiful Loves,

IK