aside from prepackaged surveys

i just realized i haven't written anything introspective in a long time.

truly, soul-searchingly examining? feels like lifetimes ago.

and i really don't know why. i know that unexamined lives aren't worth living, but lately i feel like i've been cruise-control taking in my world. my father of all people noticed that i haven't run off at no notice in the middle of a conversation about pudding to jot down some random bit of whatever in my notebook in a while, and i'm feeling pretty dismal about the lack of meaningful entries here as well. grant you it's not like anything earth-shaking is happening at moment present, but that's never stopped my mind from pondering the eternal 'why, how, and whenceforth' questions of life on a whim about condensation on the Ty Nant bottle in my hand.

hm. i think i need my boat rocked. off to find out just how to go about that...

feel the need in me.

David Duchovny: whisper the greater Ft. Lauderdale white pages in my right ear.

Lex Luthor: prowl towards me in one of your immaculately taylored suits, swaying those impossibly sexy hips and nothing but evil intent behind your eyes.

Chris Carrabba: write me a song.

Te: update.

Miranda: i'm finally ready to admit it: i need a hug.
a full-body one that ends up on the floor with rocking me to sleep from the kind of total exhaustion that overwhelming emotion brings.

INS: uncancel my interview, dammit.

A dealer: get me something pretty in three colors and someplace whose walls are just throbbing with music so i can know something other than disillusionment.

Irony: make me laugh because crying would just taste too close to the truth.

anyone: inspire me.

well the run helped

my head is clearer now, the heavy gloom shroud lifted by endorphins and a few filled pages of stuff that makes me tingle.

which i guess is what i was pleading for in the last entry.

basically, i need to write. something. biographical, fanfiction, smut (involving real-life or unreality characters, even crossovers thereof), humor, angst, *anything.*

basically, here's the deal: you tell me what you want and i'll write it. even if i don't know the fandom or people personally. i'm flexible. also, Google is my friend. try me. a few words, an idea, a place. i'll even throw in the delish brownies sitting in ignorant complacence on my stove, to be delivered anywhere in the morrow.