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• I have a patch of slightly dry red skin between my two eyebrows that makes me look mildly simian. No idea how or why. Tut, Monkeyboy again. #
• Could mean trouble on Girl One’s return. With my personality it’s clear that she only wants me because I’m so damn pretty. #
• Town is, as always, a fucking zoo. Plus, freezing. How do so many girls keep their cleavage warm? #
• Oh dear gosh. Was there ever a bigger, sadder cliche then the over-loud comedy-camp gay guy trying to be shocking in the queue at Tescos? #
• Complete with chunky straight-man gal-pal, braying laughter next to him? As if saying "cock" in public has ever made one interesting? #

• "We own the night"? Two guys just cycled past me with cardboard poster tubes, that was written on one of them in marker. #
• Some guy in a pub just warned me & J not to mention strap-ons to our ladies. Apparently all women are desperate to use them on their men. #
• His girlfriend, a cute young Lucy Davis-a-like, seemed perplexed by his assertion. Her dark-haired friend with the drop-dead body less so. #
• When pressed on the subject, waving his slightly askew umbrella in closed quarters, he swore that the women wanted to do it for revenge. #

• Out for a friend’s birthday. Feel young, old, attached & content & awkward & confused. No easier talking to people in clubs. Just noisier. #
• New idea for a writing experiment/web project percolating in my head. Has author of book I just read invented a medium, or am I copying him? #
• Just met someone who is, by all accounts, a shit-hot animator. It turns out that a nightclub is not a good place to meet an animator. #
• Especially not a cute one. I become well aware of how hard a writer’s credentials are to barter in the social marketplace. We ALL write! #
• I miss Girl One incredibly. I didn’t need being around new people to show me how happy & comfortable I was with the ones I already have. #
• And I love her. #

50YFN is a very cool concept in Flash Fiction, a website where all stories exist in a consistent shared universe, that of our own planet, 50 Years From Now.

I urge you to visit it.

Anyway, my first piece there went live about ten minutes ago. It is called:

“The Man Who Couldn’t Look You In The Eye”

(And in case you aren’t certain whether you want to be reading it or not, I should mention that it has, you know, kinda sex in it.)

Photo by Austin Andrews

I’m on Tuesday, btw.

• Have now been ill for almost a damn week. Dammit. Feel very craptacular. #

• Finder: Dream Sequence – finally got round to reading it. CSM only gets better & she had mastered her media in Vol 1. So inventive & pretty! #

• I am dying on my arse and yet, having to sit in on an interminable meeting. My throat and head are ripping themselves apart. It is yuck! #
• Pedrosexual – having a sexual preference for Mexican stereotypes. #
• Slomosexual – those individuals who can only gain sexual gratification while moving veeery slooowly. Often with exaggerated slow speech. #
• Flymosexual – one who is aroused by the smell of freshly cut grass. #

• Fucking web browsers & their fucking handholding nonsense! You get sick of constant security reminders so you end up opting out entirely… #
• … At which point they remind you constantly that you have left your browser insecure. That’s right, you passive aggressive pile of script! #
• I CHOSE to shut off the security features! It is impossible to ACCIDENTALLY switch them off so I made a choice & will face the consequences! #
• It is possible that I am a bit preoccupied with computer matters at present. I am going to do the washing up. #

This week’s Elephant provided by Josh:

It’s another one of those weird weeks where many of our pieces tie into each other. This is mine:

“What do you see when you look at that tree?” I remember him asking one time.
“Um. Well, it’s got bright red leaves.” I said.
“That’s right. Despite the season. What else?”