Nov 08, 2007 22:37
i told you, i'm bad at updating this bitch.
i want out of hickory, like yesterday. i mean it, i have got to fucking escape this city or it will eat me alive. like that fucking wormhole on deep space 9. [i compare a lot of things to that fucking wormhole.]
i hate when people use "alot" instead of "a lot." i love being an english major, but really- choosing my friends based on proper usage of the english language really isn't appropriate, or normal.
i've decided to begin working on a new project. i'm going to write a book, like a real one. not that shit i wrote when i was younger, no sir, this is the real deal. it's going to take a while, years possibly, but it is going to be my pride. and when i'm finally finished with my education, and i've gone on to discover success and i'm wallowing in my newfound fame, then i might just have it published.
this book is going to kick all y'alls asses. [spoken like a true writer, no doubt.]