Muse Fairies High-Jacked My Thought Bubbles

I have an issue with maintaining responsibility when I am being really creative.

Take this week, for example. I forgot to pay my rent. Not because I couldn't due to finances. Not because I wouldn't due to some form of protest against the paint job. I forgot to pay my rent because I am oblivious.

And this oblivious comes from being deep in some creative shit right now. Nouvelle Burlesque is tomorrow, and I've been dancing my ass off. I keep getting story ideas and I'm adding on to a previously written piece as well. Oh right, and I've been treating Twitter like my fuck slave. Calling her over any time I want for any random thing. Okay, maybe Twitter should be filed under distraction to the creative shit (just like you, little bloggedy-blog).

Laundry also hasn't been high priority. I mean I've kept things tidy so my thoughts can move. But laundry goes in a hamper, and then you do not see it. But who has time to sort colors when there is music playing and whispers to hear?

I'm super fucking happy about life right now. But when I float, I really fucking float, and I find it real hard to see the ground below.

Just wish me a happy landing when I finally come back to earth to pay the rent and do the laundry.