So I'm sitting here trying to work on my novel and my muse has taken a surprise vacation to Tahiti. Again. She goes there a lot the bitch. Must be the cabana boys....and why aren't there cabana girls? Just a thought.
Since I can't write, decided to come look at all the pretties here, maybe I can find a new muse?
Don't know why I bother trying to write after work, dealing with all the hillbillies melts your brain. I work in a redneck pizza shop, yes there is such a thing. The walls are plastered with posters of Dale Earnhart (sp?) and Miller lite signs, not to mention all the Buckeye memorabilia.
All my customers call Green peppers, Mangoes. Never heard that before I moved here. Why do they call them mangoes? I mean, a mango is a tropical fruit, not a pepper. I don't get it and they never seem to know when I ask. I just get alot of funny looks. I suppose a mango could spontaneously transform into a pepper? Maybe the other mangoes didn't like them?
Don't you just love the strange things that run through your head at three in the morning? Insomnia's great for writers.
Since I can't write, decided to come look at all the pretties here, maybe I can find a new muse?
Don't know why I bother trying to write after work, dealing with all the hillbillies melts your brain. I work in a redneck pizza shop, yes there is such a thing. The walls are plastered with posters of Dale Earnhart (sp?) and Miller lite signs, not to mention all the Buckeye memorabilia.
All my customers call Green peppers, Mangoes. Never heard that before I moved here. Why do they call them mangoes? I mean, a mango is a tropical fruit, not a pepper. I don't get it and they never seem to know when I ask. I just get alot of funny looks. I suppose a mango could spontaneously transform into a pepper? Maybe the other mangoes didn't like them?
Don't you just love the strange things that run through your head at three in the morning? Insomnia's great for writers.
Maybe the whole mango pepper thing is like some places in scotland where you ask for some lemonade and they ask you what flavour.....cause lemonade is the cover-all word for soft drink?
You know you're bored when you find yourself momentarily interested by the vaccum cleaner infomercial. Yeek. Meanwhile my honey's sawing lumber in the next room. WIsh that was me. Sigh.