my life does not have a plot.
For the entirety of my life up to this point, I have been mourning over my lack of having any artistic inclinations. This shouldn't come as much of a shock since I am the product of a former accountant and a salt-and-pepper haired man who majored in business economics. But since blaming our parents is futile and useless (not to mention, so '05) and that my dad does still have dreams for early retirement to pen his great novel, here I am writing about how because of my genetic makeup, I cannot write, even if that fact is really because I think writing is like being zapped in the head by a bolt of lightning and words appearing on a medium from out of nowhere, or from the sky. This is why I make it a point never to proofread.
Well, I'm not really sure if any of this made sense, but if there's anything to learn from me and my lack of everything but calcium is that everything probably is my parents' fault. Screw my dad's writing ambition, he has a Kindle ffs.
Well, I'm not really sure if any of this made sense, but if there's anything to learn from me and my lack of everything but calcium is that everything probably is my parents' fault. Screw my dad's writing ambition, he has a Kindle ffs.