I had solemnly vowed 'never again' after a week of excess which left me in a dire state for nearly two agonising weeks. Promises are made to be broken - especially when you can still respectably flaunt 'but I'm young and foolish!' as the excuse. Unfortunately I've finally kicked, beaten, mauled, and eviscerated a dead horse by turning 25 - an age that demands a certain level of maturity (snort).
But fear not my gentle Benway Bunny readers, my dignity remains intact and unblemished. I just managed to exorcise youth's frivolities last weekend (hence the missed update which you may - or may have not - noticed) in an extravaganza that lasted 72 hedonistic hours. And then on Monday afternoon at 1:05 PM I discreetly entered adulthood with a victorious howl and wild bouncing which startled most of the passengers on the bus.
'A quarter of a century old!' my semi-estranged father congratulated. 'I don't have a problem with twenty-five,' I assured him, '...it's twenty-six I'm dreading because that's only four years away from thirty. Twenty-five is a MILLION miles away from THIRTY. And after thirty comes DEATH!'
Having lost several years to a psychotic haze I've only recently come to grips with numerical adulthood. Since I have little to no memories from 18-22 I'd like to propose that I pick up where I left off (at least most lucidly). The motion's never going to get a second thanks to the universe unapologetically hating me so I'll have to suffer the injustice of being 25 despite REALLY being only 21.
I suppose I should feel grateful for my 'delicate disposition' (i.e., a touch of Asperger's) since it's my free ticket to act like a spastic for the rest of my life. I have a bonafide excuse for throwing monster tantrums, acting irrationally, and chasing shiny objects. There's also the 'genius' part, but it's so passé to mention how great you are when anyone cool now a days has some form of autism to boast.
A gigantic 'thank you...no really, THANK YOU FOR REAL SERIOUS!' to readers who remembered the momentous occasion and sent me a little e-mail love. An another gigantic 'thank you...BUT I'M NOT SELLING YOU MY SOUL, SO DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT' to those of you who took the time to plug Benway Bunnies in your sites / journals / forums / pro-Communist speeches.
The effort and sentiment means more to me than you could possibly expect, particularly when considering my somewhat extenuating 'sans mother' situation. I gracefully passed from 24 to 25 without so much as a sniffle, but that's largely to do with wonderful folk like you and R (my husband, editor, and eventual Prime Minister in my sexy dictatorship regime). Thank YOU for making things a little easier to swallow (I could make a tasteless spitting joke here, but I won't).
I did honestly, truly, sincerely want to make it up to you folks by updating Benway Bunnies TWICE this past week, alas white flour and major dehydration intervened. For the past several days I've been under a severe water watch so my temporary full-time job was BOTTLED WATER DRINKER. The scrutiny, thankfully, paid off. In the matter of days I was finally able to CONCENTRATE once again and set off on finishing a new story.
What BETTER way to celebrate LIFE than with one of my most DEPRESSED and ANGRY characters, ever (other than abusing the capslock key repeatedly)? That's right! Herald in a new age with KIR (because you can't spell 'fun' without Kir - actually you can, but not if your idea of fun involves assaulting anyone of the male gender).
We've seen the many complex facets of Kir! Depressed, suicidal, and the overwhelmingly despondent Kir of Depression (my personal favourite). Depressed, angry, and just slightly reflective in a surly sort of way Kir in Cellmates. Depressed, angry, and REALLY WANTING TO BREAK THAT GUY'S NOSE ON THE POOL TABLE Kir in Saturday Night (LOL, get it? GET IT?).
Two weeks (or so) ago I suddenly blurted 'OH MY GOD IMAGINE IF RHIANNON ACCOMPANIED KIR ON ONE OF HER TRUCKING JOBS - HILARITY WOULD ENSUE!'. I later amended the suggestion with 'OH MY GOD IMAGINE IF RHIANNON ACCOMPANIED KIR ON ONE OF HER TRUCKING JOBS AND THEY PICKED UP JERUSALEM ON THE WAY - HILARITY WOULD ENSUE!'.
Because, as we all know, combining Jerusalem and Rhiannon usually has disastrous consequences (Good Idea), or 'SEXY!' if you want to dispute / quote Rhiannon directly. Let's not even consider what happens if you add a THIRD party such as, oh, I don't know...Melanie (Educated Guess & Made Not Born)?
In Road Trip's case; however, things are a little more subdued. We find Rhiannon reprising her role as sexy sidekick to the somewhat untalkative and angry Kir. Just like Cellmates, except written a lot better with more characterisation at a much later date. So, it's just like Cellmates in the fact that both feature Kir narrating and Rhiannon trying to be supportive while strutting her stuff.
I wrote the first thousand words just before leaving for my XT3ME H4RDC0R3 weekend and then picked up where I left off nearly a week later (no, thank YOU dehydration!). Road Trip ends somewhat abruptly, but that's what tends to happen when I'm faced with a 'scene' that could go on indefinitely. I like the 'just over 2K mark!' because it allows me to focus and write with MORE characters, so I made a valiant attempt to keep things as tight as possible.
Kir isn't one of the characters noted on my 'WORK WITH THESE CHARACTERS ALREADY FOR FUCK'S SAKE!' list, so I'm surprised with the sudden inspiration. Just the exercise of writing with her has helped build her character tremendously over the past few weeks (from the point when the idea first appeared), so for THAT I'm at least grudgingly happy - even if Road Trip isn't my FAVOURITE Kir story.
To read Kir's new story Road Trip simply click here. Or you can go the long route and head on over to the Band section of Fiction. You'll find Road Trip under the 2005 header (the first one of the year - MOST EXCELLENT!). To find other Kir and Rhiannon stories feel free to thumb through the Character Index where everything is kept neurotically updated.
If you're like me and start getting a driving itch around this time of year you can hit up the following stories and live vicariously through them (but whatever you do DO NOT GET A SCRATCH ON MELANIE'S CAR, she's likely to go mental): Drive, Joy Riding, Park & Ride, and Road Rage.
If you want your cars in a more moderate dose then check out the following 'car lite!' stories: 24 Hrs., Cigarette Break, Conversation, Iona, No Boys, Perfect Day, and Trunk Space. There's a story for all seasons, especially the ones that encourage Iona to hang out of a car window topless!
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