I don't really know where this is gonna go. I've been having that artistic itch for a while now, so I'm just gonna start going and where ever I end up is where I end up.

See, I used to have an opendiary.com account, a way, WAY, (read, over ten years) long time ago. In my opendiary I started a story series that seemed popular, and I loved doing it. I'm really thinking of starting that over again. It's something I've been wanting to write for years, so I figure, hey, why not?

Well, you see, I've got all this time on my hands, and I will continue to misappropriate that time until I can relieve the stress that comes along with the reason for HAVING all that time, so I thought maybe writing might help. I blogged on my myspace and, honestly, it was like blogarhea, so I came over here to write some more. I said I was going to write about something I didn't want to write about, and, well, thus far I have yet to do that.
( Stuff people might not really wanna know about me... )
So, yeah, that's pretty much what's been driving me insane, along with the fact that I can't seem to find a job and, when I do, I can't hold it unless it's a job where I am treated like so much fecal matter on the bottom of one's shoe. But, that is a post for another day, as I am craving nicotine and need to take my antibiotic.

And why does the little artistic guy look like he's doing the white man's overbite?

Tags: asexuality, writing
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