Just sever that leash and release.

I wrote a short story last night while in a state of mania. It was about a bad break up and then somehow I ended up turning a break up straight into a porn novel. I guess that's what happens when I have miscommunications with my boyfriend, I write bad porns. I'm convinced that I can turn virtually any situation into a bad porno. I mean, aren't most pornos composed of stupid situations anyway? No one really watches porn for the plot. The premise is what? Get naked, stick objects into holes and follow up with cum shots. Wait, before you got naked you were a pilot screwing your stewardess? Shit, how should I have known. Pilots don't walk around with their dicks hanging out and stewardesses certainly don't run around in bras and crotchless panties. What airline was it, anyway? I want to take that flight next time.

I guess since I am no longer having a stupid, yet dramatic, fight with my boyfriend I won't be writing anymore bad pornos. I'm almost tempted to post it but then my parents who read this will really know how disgusting I am. I mean, they know I'm fucked up ... but I don't think they need to read all in detail, right? Who cares if I'm old. They're still my parents despite my gray hairs that are making room for themselves on my scalp.

For now, I'll keep my porno to myself. The focus for the next 48 hours will be Christmas. I have a 25 pound pork leg to put in the oven at 5 in the morning. Goodnight.