how *not* to be a rockstar
i'm a bored snow angel in my pj's still...having writer's block, or musician's block, or something.
it's been a rough weekend and the pressure is on for me to produce something of substance.
i'm trying not to write angry bitter stuff but it all comes out that way in the end.
i'm happier in the kitchen, perhaps food can be my muse. god knows i need one.
i need someone to feed my soul.
it's been a rough weekend and the pressure is on for me to produce something of substance.
i'm trying not to write angry bitter stuff but it all comes out that way in the end.
i'm happier in the kitchen, perhaps food can be my muse. god knows i need one.
i need someone to feed my soul.