Straight No Chaser

Roar

what i meant was, this sucks. let's have an advance on that island thing, okay, and there can't be any babies because it's not time for that, but i'll bring my leatherbound journal from cairo and you bring whatever it is you do your scribbling in, and let's see if we inspire each other.

i'm trying to write another sonnet, this one about being written on. literally, figuratively, pleasantly and painfully.

this entry originally said something about pissing people off with another survey, but once again the winds have changed. i no longer feel like answering questions, and i don't really want to piss people off. just to have one really good night, get some of my questions answered and actually finish that god-forsaken book.

how about some comments? make me feel loved.