A weekend of tit twisting & writing

It started with a loose end that frayed to release Testify by Hifi Sean & Crystal Waters to me. I’m still listening to this song on repeat. If you haven’t heard it yet, its video is in my Loose ends fray, or do they? post. You might love it.

I also got to writing. I even got to liking what I’d written, which is a big deal. I usually want to edit my every word.

Whilst murdering, though, I got riled up again. I got my tits twisted over petty little things. I didn’t mention it in the above ‘fray, do they?’ post. I figured I had to get riled up because Julian had killing to do. I needed the high buzz of finding a song I love to crash into murder, rebound back to singing it, back down. I needed that rollercoaster because victims don’t stab themselves. Killers do it. And because Julian is the killer, I had to do it. I doubt if I wrote romance things would be any different.

Anyway, on Saturday I woke up quite content.

On Sunday, though — bad mood.

I was pretty shitty all day. My nipples hurt.

So there we have it.

There’s thunder rattling around outside and I need a cuppa.

Have a great evening, folks!