Oh. When someone is able to vomit the thoughts I never seem to be able to get down on paper; virtual or otherwise…is it envy or relief I feel reading them?

I don’t know. I do know one thing-have in fact been in the midst of writing about it myself.

It’s always me.

Always.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.