I don't know which I want to do more: sit down and write for six weeks and see if I'd have a book at the end, or just do nothing. Just NOTHING.

The reason they make trance albums is so people have something to have sex to, right?

Still feeling very introspective. My sister spent the night last night, as she had a film to watch for one class and had to be back at school at 6:00 a.m. and didn't want to drive 2 hours north just to sleep for four hours and get up and drive back. She brought a bottle of wine as a thank you for the use of my couch. Which is kind of like ( Read more... )

Sometimes I just get so tired of being a woman. Being a woman could easily be a job all by itself. For some it is, and y'know what? I get that now. My contempt for those choices is gone. And I understand a whole lot better now than I ever used to what all those pink-backed chick-lit books are about. I guess it helps that I finally read one: ( Read more... )

( Not a happy post )