Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Ok, so anyway..
I'm a writer but I'm not writing. Like, anything. Hence my jumping on the blog train in my usual fashion, i.e., a couple of years after the train actually broke down and there's grass and hypodermic needles growing between the tracks.
I couldn't care less if anybody reads this, actually. I'll share the link every time I make a blog thing happen, I guess, but meh. Mostly this is just my extremely public diary. God that's a lot of adverbs. ...aaaaand I can't stop thinking like an editor. I'm not going to change it, though. It needs them.
So anyway. I'm going to say whatever the fuck I want here because this is my rosy little corner of the world. I think that's it for now.
Oh, also, some days it's a pink-to-purple color changing straw day, and some days it's white-to-pink, and some days it's just a plain old solid purple or blue straw, but NEVER YELLOW I HATE YELLOW STRAWS
I don't know html yet either but I'll learn, by god.
I couldn't care less if anybody reads this, actually. I'll share the link every time I make a blog thing happen, I guess, but meh. Mostly this is just my extremely public diary. God that's a lot of adverbs. ...aaaaand I can't stop thinking like an editor. I'm not going to change it, though. It needs them.
So anyway. I'm going to say whatever the fuck I want here because this is my rosy little corner of the world. I think that's it for now.
Oh, also, some days it's a pink-to-purple color changing straw day, and some days it's white-to-pink, and some days it's just a plain old solid purple or blue straw, but NEVER YELLOW I HATE YELLOW STRAWS
I don't know html yet either but I'll learn, by god.
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