I want to wake up in the morning with that dark brown tasteI want to see some dissipation in my face
I feel like a starter, not a finisher.
I wanted to get just one goddamn thing accomplished tonite, & that’s what I did -- that’s all I did. I accomplished one singular thing: I commented on a story for my short-story-writing blog.
I just spilled a lot of red wine but it’s ok because I spilled it on my cigarettes & my W2s, not my computer.
I had a lot of things to say today but I didn’t feel like blogging any of them. There is this weird blog voice I’ve been resisting lately. It’s bad enough me writing things in my head. With blogging it is like I am constantly blogging bullshit in my head. Sometimes the blog voice makes me want to throw up.
A very good (platonic) friend of mine saw me naked last nite (long story) & since then I’ve been using it as the excuse for everything. Like, oh, sorry I slammed that door in yr face but you DID see me naked after all.
I thought I had a lot of things to say but I don’t.
Instead please read something else. My friend Anise took a hiatus from her hiatus from blogging, & she blogged again. This post is so gorgeous it’s worth the wait (I mean almost worth the wait, Anise!!!!! Keep writing, darling).
