how you like them apples?

[beadyo]

The truth is I have nothing to write about tonight. Nothing happened today that I could write about and still feel safe when I put it on the internet. I don’t want to write about anything other than the stuff I can’t write about. You can’t make me.

Problem is, I am writing. Other problem is, I’m writing about writing.

And then there’s the problem that I’m writing about writing and I’m writing about writing nothing.

I’m writing nothing.

Tonight, I’m writing nothing.

I’m gonna go polish up another story instead.