ASAP

I come here today with a total writer's block. A blog is not the best place in the world to come to if you're suffering from a writing-jam like mine. But I still come here for inspiration. I have to, need to, must write a couple of articles for dear old Arani Issa, and it has to happen asap. It was already and asap job at 3pm. I couldn't write then, and it's not any better now. Pleasing the press, the public, my dear old twin is difficult. Pleasing just me is also difficult, but no as in blog wise. I keep thinking about my female anonymous, how she mentioned the Bible, Jesus and the rest of the things. Then I remember what I usually write about in here, sex, affairs, bondage. And suddenly I'm shy although not ashamed. I behave in an ashamed manner enough during the day, and it's not because of the sex or the affairs or the bondage. It's because of another thing called me, which I shouldn't be ashamed of, and yet I am. And here I go, no writer's block at all. It's so safe here, but the minute I'll open a new word document I'm going to be screaming in frustration. I wish someone would help me out but I've got no writer friends. I'll just have to do it asap. And I'm stretching the asap as far as I can.