Words and stakes

Okay, so as I'm sitting on the couch watching geordie shore thought I'd enlighten you on all this I've been up to, It seems like. I Havnt written in a while, well today I spent about a hour working on this short story for my writing course, and so far I have writers block. Well not exactly but I'm so stuck on getting it started, I mean I've done all my planning like I did my characters and all the background planning and what the book will be about and all the questions and plots but I just can't start it so it looks like it's going to be another unfinished project until I get some fucking good inspiration. And I think I know who might be my insperation. "cough. Cough". Okay so I know I haunt mentioned this oak before because I didn't have my blog back then but about a year ago I went to dinner with one of my dads exs and her three year old terrorist at cattle Barron and while these two retards went out for a smoke I was left with this little three year old punk running around on chairs with knifes like a fockiing hunger crazed scio path. Anyway so this guy.. Just came out of no where and totally saved my arse from this little monkey, and like got him to shut up until his mom came back from her smoke like she was a bloody chimney. Aso of course being me I slipped him my number and we got chatting but it lead no where at all. Like a fockiing wall. But then on Monday night we went to dinner At the all time famous cattle Barron and my dads girlfriend Shelley kept telling me that this waiter keeps looking and smiling at me basically every time he walks past, like it was super intense so of course knowing me I needed to sneak a peek and and true to deer shit it was the same oak. And then my dad caught on to all this ish and started calling him over to the table and telling him to sit and ish, so basicallybmy face looked worse than a sunburnt ranger. Like jeannine people! Have you ever? So anyway for the past two days we have been talking on and off. So maybe during my dads idiotic moments he did a plus one for me, so either I scored a good friend of a .. Well a.. New guy I guess? Well anyway all this talk is bullock, and borin as fluff. Not agreeing? Anyway i just watched snoekie get arrested and am on my ass pissing myself because she claimed to be a good person. Like dude, that's like the dog poo claiming to be a flower. It just doesn't happen. Ahh rapid subject change, I'm going on a hack on Sunday with Shelley. Most amped to get back on the back of a horse, it's been way to fluffing long now an I'm totally excited, just abit nervous incase I have another fall like I did with my old horse that I sold due to the fact that I fell and buffered up my back. Like gosh people I'm going to have to shove some pills down this horses throat before I get on it's back.