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    Diary of a Mad Addict . . . Chapter 18

    Once again I disrobed and carefully laid my naked body on the cool surface of the bed. I had turned on the light of the coffin-like contraption to warm it up a bit before pulling the top down and over the entire length of my body. Thank gawd I was not claustrophobic as I did feel a little confined encased in the tanning tube. And in a just a matter of seconds the heat from the elongated bulbs which filled the bed made me feel so at ease that I did fall asleep – a deep relaxing 20 minute power nap – just the thing I needed but tried to avoid as I feared where my mind might wander.

    No sooner had I begun to drool a little from my open mouth slumber when in my mind, in my dream, I was picturing myself flagging down a big ***** RV with a rainbow flag across its bumper driven by that sea biscuit mush tossin fan fic favorite of nearly every obsessed reader. She was taking a cross country trip and I needed a ride, so she stopped and I climbed aboard. Not really having a plan in mind, she certainly did not object to my suggestion of heading to the hometowns of some of the authors who were missing in action from the site. I also told her there was ONE I really wanted to find and thought we could catch a Broadway show, see a few NYC authors and readers then go look for the ONE. Of course this being my dream, Sea would certainly not object to anything I said. So we high-fived each other and headed to our first stop in search of Fan Fic-ers.

    As she drove, I watched the magnificent landscape of our great country pass us by, feeling proud and happy to live in such a land of freedom. We chatted endlessly about all things L, especially about the upcoming season . Not wanting to reveal too much of my private life for fear of scaring her into next week, I did open up a little about my uncontrollable attraction to the site. I told her about seeing a head doctor to which we both concurred that Maries absence from the seemingly endless selection of story tellers was a definite void. We added her to the list of places to stop on our trip thinking how great it would be to meet her and possibly getting a little free advice on the side.

    Comments

    1. You’ve outdone yourself with this one Beach. New York huh? Ghee, I live there too. Make sure you stop by and say hello before you visit “the one”.

    2. Wow beach, what a confession!!
      I’m reading what your medal says: “Courage”. Ain’t it the truth? Ain’t it the truth?
      ….does this mean “ding dong the liar is dead”?

    3. Addict isnot bad,everyone that read Fan/Fiction is an addict ed to something reader,writer or charater in the story, but i do like your crazy story, so keep on writing. MOST OF US THINK OF bETTE AS gOD. THANKS 5 STARS.

    4. Oh my…you are just too good.

      “With every lie I told, my soul blackened like grilled grouper from the most popular of seafood restaurants” Love that.

      “No sireee, I was just gonna lay there, wide awake and think about Jenny Schecter having sex with Tim – yep that would be enough to keep me dry and bored.” Even more…

      ““I know babe, I’ve known for weeks. I’m just wondering why it took you so long to tell me . . .” Adorable. K is my hero. She’s got her hands full. Get that girl a cocktail.

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