here now, there now
i had it. it was so fucking close. i blame the pen. it just wouldn't fucking work, pens are so unreliable. i'm all for pencils now. i am being mocked. damn this cursor, it's always blinking. feels like it's waiting for something. oh yeah, it is.
i'm on tap water now, ain't nothing else to drink. getting low on food too, unless anyone knows a good recipe for cheese and onions. i've never been a fan of onions.
i've often heard the saying you should write what you know. obviously i don't know shit. jack kerouac had to travel across america numerous times to write his book. i guess mine'll be shorter. about 200 pages shorter. i can see myself taking the bus to work everyday, and then taking it back home. maybe i'll write a story about that, someone's bond to be interested, but then again, who wants to read about a life they're already living?
i'm on tap water now, ain't nothing else to drink. getting low on food too, unless anyone knows a good recipe for cheese and onions. i've never been a fan of onions.
i've often heard the saying you should write what you know. obviously i don't know shit. jack kerouac had to travel across america numerous times to write his book. i guess mine'll be shorter. about 200 pages shorter. i can see myself taking the bus to work everyday, and then taking it back home. maybe i'll write a story about that, someone's bond to be interested, but then again, who wants to read about a life they're already living?