The sun comes up, the sun goes down - I drag myself into town. All I do, I want to do with you...
If I had a brick for every case of writer's block I get - I'd have the entire fucking Great Wall of China built in my front garden.
If I had a shot of whisky for every person I've made laugh with my writing skills, I'd be sober as a nun.
If I had a penny for every pointless stab at humour I make in this journal, I'd make RICHARD BRANSON look like a tramp.
What? "Why are you writing this!?" I hear you cry?
Well. In all frank (who the fuck is Frank anyway? And what's he got to do with honesty) truthfulness, I'm not even sure myself. By a long shot.
If I had a shot of whisky for every person I've made laugh with my writing skills, I'd be sober as a nun.
If I had a penny for every pointless stab at humour I make in this journal, I'd make RICHARD BRANSON look like a tramp.
What? "Why are you writing this!?" I hear you cry?
Well. In all frank (who the fuck is Frank anyway? And what's he got to do with honesty) truthfulness, I'm not even sure myself. By a long shot.