Cristofori's Dream - David Lanz



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First and foremost I must apologize that there will be a fairly lengthy delay in the posting of the story. In reality I've been either distracted by Minecraft and the thoughts of trying to get video up on the channel and as of late trying to save a friendship between two folks I know. Ya know how they say don't burn the candle at both ends? Well the folks went'n burnt both ends of the bridges, one obliterated the connecting land while the other salted the earth around his end.

Just a whirlwind of loveliness aren't these sparse updates?

I s'pose my dreams are a better means of illustrating happiness if only slightly. I had a dream last night that I got married. Sounds odd now that I see it on a screen but thats what it was. I was in a church'n there weren't many 'round that I could remember just what I'd assume was the family of of whom I married. There was an old man there partly balding who shoved a pen in my face'n I suppose I was meant to either sign something or write something down'n I just kinda fiddled with the pen. The old man got pissed at me. I remember a woman there who was kind and gave me'n Shywolf her best wishes and such.

I have probably writen 2 or 3 sentences within the last 24 hours... I feel like a lardy, lazy, lump. I tried to control something that was to far gone for me to even consider I suppose. Oh well it's dust now so why try'n change it? [/emo] God I hate when I'm so damned emotional like this... it reminds me of a fur I knew who never took a look into the bright side. But that was up north'n this is down in Florida and current. Let's not play in the wastes of the past shall we?

What else is current... let me see... I got a tail and plush carrot for myself. Commissioned who did a wonderful job on both items! If you are looking for anything cute'n adorable go'n commission him! He said he'd have them sent out on either Thursday or Friday and whoosh they got here like instantly! 'N you all know my, well most've you know my, living arrangements... I live with my family so of course a package bearing my name aroused some suspicion as to who'd be sending me things... So after some badgering I finally shyly show my mom who goes'n rants a bit about how I need to start getting more money'n to help pay the bills around here.

I dont treat myself that often... very rarely do I ever get anything purely for myself and no one else. Hell I can't even really think of anything else I've gotten to treat myself besides maybe a game or two last year. I remember that because it was the last time I went to CDB's and didn't have one of the people with me rage over some stupid crap from the service. Also last year was the last time me'n Shywolf had a good bartender at CDB's.

Anyway... I have the plot for the story in my head but every time I go to write either I get distracted, something happens that kills my muse, or my arms just simply fall limp. I swear one day I'll have myself pulled together and when that day happens I'm going to f*kin super glue my body together.