[writing] why, porn, why?

I started a story tonight, and so far I have part of the title and 200 words of porn. This isn't actually what I intended to do with it (well, not so soon, I knew there would be porn eventually).

I don't actually know when I fell in love with this character, but I did. Damn it. I want to write about girls kissing and falling in love and breaking each other's hearts, but oh, no, I'm writing this instead.

At least I have to go to bed soon (tomorrow is one of my Saturdays). That will stop me from writing more of this. (Maybe.)

(Who am I kidding? I'll finish it, and even post it eventually.)

(Whenever I hear this song, I think of Eurotrip, obviously, and the one time I found Matt Damon hot.)