A Fond (if only uncertainly temporary) Farewell
Honestly, I feel as if I'd rather be living these things.
Is the Golden Age of the LJ over?
I think so. At least for now.
At least for me.
Ah, these words, these words, these words!
Eloquence escapes me when I feel most compelled to hit the record button.
The point: I'm no writer, fo' sho.
So, I'm giving this baby a rest.
Maybe once school starts I'll have something worthwhile to say.
But that's doubtful.
Maybe once school is over I'll have something to say.
That is also doubtful.
In the meantime, I'll be doin' what I do.
Lookin' for love.
Makin' some art.
Drinkin' some beer.
Peace, y'all.
(Though, I'll always be reading from afar)
Is the Golden Age of the LJ over?
I think so. At least for now.
At least for me.
Ah, these words, these words, these words!
Eloquence escapes me when I feel most compelled to hit the record button.
The point: I'm no writer, fo' sho.
So, I'm giving this baby a rest.
Maybe once school starts I'll have something worthwhile to say.
But that's doubtful.
Maybe once school is over I'll have something to say.
That is also doubtful.
In the meantime, I'll be doin' what I do.
Lookin' for love.
Makin' some art.
Drinkin' some beer.
Peace, y'all.
(Though, I'll always be reading from afar)