I know I’m supposed to be too cool for this song, but I’m writing this on the 27th (and then putting it in my queue to be published June 3rd) and after this weekend I’m in a ‘just don’t give a fuck’ kind of attitude. So take it.
When I search for The Illusionist, what I don’t want is mediocre Edward Norton movies. Mother of Pearl.
(Source: penandink)
It’s been a long day
My knees are bruised from spending the afternoon and evening crawling out the window for cigarette breaks. My eyes hurt from staring at a computer screen and my disorganized article is starting to sound like an essay on immigration instead of a news article. And it’s time I called it quits, but I’ve never been good and knowing when to do that, and it’s not like I can leave until I’ve reached character count anyways.
Writing
I am tempted to go back to CCSF and just take a bunch of creative writing classes again. Half because I always learn how to better my own writing and half because it’s hard to find circles of writers to read and critique and get news ideas from. Ya know?
But maybe I’m just not looking hard enough.
Italy, I cannot wait to visit you for fun.





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