Will we burn in heaven like we do down here?
As we used to say in junior high, shit fuck damn. ARGRAWH.
I used to be a writer. I mean it. Not this stupid LJ shit, not shit like letters or bad journal entries or doodles. I mean a fucking writer. I could go for hours on a cup of cold coffee and a typewriter or my notebook. I filled them up.
Tonight I went with Franny to ACT-San Francisco and we saw this play and got free pizza and beer and then went up to Skyline with Jessica and it was so great and I was going to write, I swear, all the words buzzing like bees around my head for me to pluck them down. Down. I was going to fill some pages.
Then, gone. GONE. Like it wasn't even there to start with.
I am frustrated.
It used to be a house on fire writing. Burning all over everything. It mattered, and I miss that. I don't like it gone. I don't like that life all of a sudden ran in and took away my words. I am not okay with this. Not one fucking bit.
Goddamn.
If I don't have that. What the fuck do I have?
Fuck.
BUT!
Franny and I DID discover this CRAZY place on Embarcadero. Seriously, it was fucking nuts. Who knew? And, if yr in San Francisco, go to Citizen Cupcake on the top of Virgin Records down by Union Square. Really fucking good cupcakes.
Still, though, rawr.
I used to be a writer. I mean it. Not this stupid LJ shit, not shit like letters or bad journal entries or doodles. I mean a fucking writer. I could go for hours on a cup of cold coffee and a typewriter or my notebook. I filled them up.
Tonight I went with Franny to ACT-San Francisco and we saw this play and got free pizza and beer and then went up to Skyline with Jessica and it was so great and I was going to write, I swear, all the words buzzing like bees around my head for me to pluck them down. Down. I was going to fill some pages.
Then, gone. GONE. Like it wasn't even there to start with.
I am frustrated.
It used to be a house on fire writing. Burning all over everything. It mattered, and I miss that. I don't like it gone. I don't like that life all of a sudden ran in and took away my words. I am not okay with this. Not one fucking bit.
Goddamn.
If I don't have that. What the fuck do I have?
Fuck.
BUT!
Franny and I DID discover this CRAZY place on Embarcadero. Seriously, it was fucking nuts. Who knew? And, if yr in San Francisco, go to Citizen Cupcake on the top of Virgin Records down by Union Square. Really fucking good cupcakes.
Still, though, rawr.