The Hangary Thursday Throw out!

Hello all,


I am hangary, therefore having a lunch of honey flavored vegan peanut butter. I entered the NaNoWriMo competition and have been working on The Rock Star Diaries. So far I am at 4000 words, a bit behind schedule, but I will make it up. I have a MARS song stuck in my head today. and it is pushing me forward. This is my dream. I MUST make sacrifices in order to make it come true. If that involves getting a different job, or even moving, so be it. I WILL MAKE MONEY AT THIS SOME DAY!! That being said I am bringing you another piece of the aforementioned WIP, and leaving you with an ear worm..if you are echelon, you will just understand.


Have you ever believed
Were you ever a dreamer
Ever imagined, heart open and free.


The Rock Star Diaries

“OH GOD YES!”

I am jolted out of my slumber by the impassioned yells of my roommate, who failed to inform me that she was a screamer. I love the beautiful loft apartment that we share, unfortunately, the walls are paper thin. I roll away from our shared wall, placing a pillow over my head to drown out the noise. It doesn’t work.

The alarm across the room reads eight a.m., four hours until I have to be back at the Peninsula. I climb out of bed and head to the shower, hoping the water will drown out the sounds of whatever mouth breather Jessa has in her bed this morning. As I wash, I review my notes in my head.

• Reginald James  Stevenson III aka. Gage Thorne
• Birthplace Hepscott England.  December 21, 1971. Forty four years old.
• Founder and lead singer of Cyanide Mosquito, Europe’s premier rock spectacle band.
• Founded in 1995 with brother, Harold Allen Stevenson, (aka: Striker Thorne) under the name Metalgasim until a falling out between the brothers in 1998. Gage renamed the band Cyanide Mosquito, and the two haven’t spoken since.
• Parents Edith and Roland Stephenson, deceased 2000, house fire.
• Moved to USA in 2004 and now lives in a (supposedly) haunted plantation home in Louisiana.
• Party boy, several overdose scares, multiple female conquests, possible male conquests.

There are zero likable qualities about this man. I spent the better part of the last three days researching him on the Internet. Between the MeTube videos and the Behind the Band Rocumentary, I kind of am scared to be in the same room with him. He seems like an STD waiting to happen.  I shudder and scrub my body one more time to get the dirty feeling he induced off of me.  I think for a minute about using the bleach under the sink, but decide that would be too extreme, before shutting off the water.

Jessa and her new beau are in the kitchen making something that smells like heaven, when I finish getting ready for the day. I clear my throat to separate their lip lock when I enter the room. Jessa looks at me embarrassed, quickly stepping away from the man in question. The tall man looks like an underwear model from behind. The muscles in his back ripple as he turns to acknowledge me. I drop my coffee cup.

Just fuck.

“Hey Jet, long time no see.”  He says.

Ugg, is he fucking serious. Why now, why me? I must have blanched white as a sheet, because Jessa is at my side in seconds.

“Bridge you okay babe? You look like you have seen a ghost.”

“You could say that.” I grunt as I grab my to-go mug, not even glancing at the broken glass on the floor at my feet. As soon as it is full I bee-line it out of the room before I hyperventilate. I think it is time I find a new place to live.

Once I am out the door and down the street a ways, I stop and sit on a bench.  James Carter was just in my kitchen. My high school boyfriend. The only man I have ever loved, slept with, done anything with. What a nightmare. Time has been VERY good to him. The last time I saw him he was a skinny, acne riddled, glasses wearing, computer geek. I went to visit him at his first year in MIT and he broke up with me. He said that his father was going to send him overseas to intern for the summer at his computer software company in Japan. He decided that it was just “the logical thing to do”

Here, ten years later, he floats back into my life. Only now he looks like a fitness model.  I guess it makes sense; geek is the new sheik, for guys at least. Taking a few deep breaths I realize that I didn’t bring anything with me but my phone. Damn, now I have to go back to my loft, and hope he isn’t there anymore. I feel like I am doing the walk of shame.

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Well, there you are. That is it, in all of its unedited glory. yep, one day I will make money at this. I have to, I WILL NOT FAIL!