Formalities have still not gone out the window, old habits die hard but I guess it could be rather charming, I mean it's not everyday than you come across someone who wears an imagineary top hat (yes be jealous of my top hat, it's black with pink sequins).

I've been writting a fair amount recently in my mind. There are no words on paper yet but the mental notebook collected has a few scandelous scenarios and diobolical snippets of diologue. I'm still working on the story concerning Gerard and i've reworked the second chapter twice on paper and numerous times in the mental notebook but it's still not hitting that spot of total satisfaction, the perfect balance between subtle witty humour and sobbering tragedy. I guess eventually something will hit me and it'll all slot together perfectly, hopefully though and i emphasize the importance of this wish here to the universe that the hit with be a metaphorical one and not a literal one, I do not wish to get hit by a speeding bus and then know how to continue the story while loitering about at death's door.

Lets hope inspiration visits soon.

Regards
Intuition

p.s. can anyone lend me bionic legs so just incase i decide/end up ringing death's doorbell i can run away reallly fast. lol Knock down ginger!

p.p.s. On second thought leave the legs and knock down ginger, the next final destination movie isn't something i want to star in.