bleh. feeling vaguely yucky and disappointed about everything. There's only one thing that's exactly perfect; granted, it's a big thing, so i shouldn't really have much to whine about. But it's too hot and things are probably exactly as they seem.
And I've had writer's block for the last 3 years.
And I hate it.
And I'd slit my veins if I thought the words would pour out with the blood.
...
At least it would give me something to write about.
Readin'
Listenin' to
Thinkin' about
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