PB&J: A Love Story

It's been a few days since my last entry. So I thought I'd share a little "fan fiction" I wrote about 8 months ago. I just love shoving in as many fucking adjectives as possible into one sentence, can't you tell?

And believe me, I'm aware of my unending cleverness.


    Tucking a long strand of strawberry colored hair behind her ear, Jelly tried her hardest to keep her eyes firmly directed at her book and not on the spectacle going on only a few yards away.
     P.B., her best friend and the hottest boy on campus, was having yet another heated fight with his on and off girlfriend, Honey.
     He’d caught her with her sticky hands all over Butter, a long time rival of his.
     Honey reached for P.B., attempting to use her gooey sweet charms to get out of this particular sticky situation.
     Stepping away from the golden haired beauty, P.B. walked away.
     When she realized he was heading her way, Jelly tucked her head back into her book, biting her cherry flavored lip nervously.
     “Romancing the Preserve?” came a voice.
     Peeking up over her novel, Jelly tried to smile up at P.B.
     “You’re too much of a romantic, J,” P.B. informed her.
     Jelly shrugged shyly as he took a seat beside her. “I cant help it,” she murmured softly. “Are you okay?” She glanced at Honey who was glaring at them and talking fiercely to her friends Maple and Syrup.
     P.B. rolled his eyes. “Who needs her anyway?” He said. His hand moved and covered hers gently, uniting them. “I’ll always have you at least.”
     Jelly’s cheeks darkened to a bright peach and she smiled sweetly. “Always,” she agreed.



Obviously, I ship P.B. and J. Though don't get me wrong, I love me a good honey and peanut butter sammich every now and then.

It's not my best work, but you can fuck right off if you don't love them.

I'm pretty sure you'll see a lot more of these lovesick condiments soon...

Love love love!

Introducing... Kait the idiot

So... I write a lot. Last week I was working on my novel for six hours a nigh every night.

And while it pays off (I'm currently two thirds of the way through revisions, yayyyy), it can make me a bit loopy.

Case in point:

I accidentally printed my entire novel at work this week. I was taking my lunch break and working on the book at my desk and hit what I thought was the quick save button.

Clearly, it wasn't. The save button and the print button are right next to each other. If you ask me, that is quite the design flaw for Word to have, but whatevs, I'll just buy the office a package of paper and call it even.

And while I'd normally be really happy to have all 300 pages of my novel printed out and in my hands, this was only halfway finished a the time of printing. So... yeah.

I'm basically an idiot.

Anyway, I thought, in honor of my success at being a ditz, I'd share with everyone the blurb on my novel, a few comments and descriptions of some of the characters, and maybe a few other things.

But you'll all have to wait till tomorrow. I know. I'm so mean. I also need sleep or I'm going to do another dumb thing. Like print out 300 useless pages for a second time

*so much facepalm*

And just so you know, I pretty much love anyone who is actually reading my blog at this point. I don't know if you're out there, but if you are, I'm blowing you kisses as we speak.

Love, love, love and see you tomorrow!

Animals are basically the devil

Even though I have a novel to work on, I am the firmest believer in the art of procrastination. And I believe it is a skill that MUST be practiced, honed if you will. Procrastination is not something to be taken lightly. It is not for everyone, and only the very best can achieve the level of procrastination that I show every day.

So I'm going to tell everyone a story.

I kind of hate animals.

Now, I'm not saying I want to hurt animals or anything. I'm really not okay with animal cruelty. It's not cool guys. I mean I'm no vegetarian (mmm, chicken), but animals are living beings and have pain receptors and whatnot just like humans. If a cow or pig must die to be made into food, it shouldn't be tortured. If an animal is a performer, it should not be treated cruelly. Dog and chicken fights are pretty messed up. And if you beat your dog, you can go fuck yourself.

That said, I don't trust animals. They're kind of bastards (goats being the prime example here). I'm sure it has something to do with instinct or something I don't understand and don't care to. But most animals appear to be plotting my demise.

Now dogs. I love them. I have a one eyed bulldog and a chiweenie and I love them like my children. But dogs are kind of assholes, lets be honest. When I was eight, a neighbor's dog bit me. I wasn't even provoking her, just walking up to the house, and that little dog ran around the house and took a chunk right out of my thigh. Scared the absolute shit out of me. Now, I'm not scared of dogs anymore, but I sure as hell should be after that!

Also, I don't understand what the fuss is about when it comes to animals sometimes.

Horses for example. We all knew that kid in school who was just obsessed with horses. Girls are especially bad about this for some reason. I know girls who just lose their goddamn minds over horses. "Oh my goddd, did you see that horse? Oh my goddd, it's so majestic and beautiful. Oh I looooove horses, they're such wonderful creatures." Then they promptly feint into a pile of feelings.

And the whole time I'm just thinking, "Are you seeing those fucking TEETH? Christ, those could bite off my ARM! This horse is going to literally eat me! I am about to be devoured by a carnivorous horse! IT'S GOT THE HUNGER, I CAN SEE IT IN THOSE WEIRDLY EYELASHED EYES! GET ME AWAY FROM IT BEFORE IT STARTS MUNCHING ON MY FLESH!"

Clearly, I am not part of the horse fandom that seems to exist among young women.

And BIRDS! Shit, don't get me started on birds.

Birds are basically the meanest fuckers around. Alfred Hitchcock got it fucking right when he made that movie.

When I was probably 11 or 12, we had this green parakeet named Yoda. And he loved everyone but me. He personally went after me whenever we brought him out of his cage. I'm still not convinced he didn't try to murder me in my sleep.

And a couple years ago we had chickens who attacked me whenever I tried to feed them. They were totally cool and chill with my dad and sister, but if I reached for their food troth, they suddenly became viking warriors and my arm became nice, ripe lands and people, ready to pillage and murder. It was not pretty.

Furthermore, I don't understand this craze with owls. Owls are loud, and creepy, and are nature's equivalent to Regan from the Exorcist. They're not cute guys. Not at all.

In conclusion, animals should not be trusted. And we should definitely treat them nicely, or they will straight up eat your soul (a scientifically proven FACT, I'm pretty sure).

I guess I should get back to writing... Ughh.