i had ten teeth removed last week...i take horrible care of them so this is my own fault....i need to grow the fuck up and take more care of me.....
thinking of another job...doing what i dunno...
started reading a damned good and hilarious book "how i became a famous novelist" by steve hely...it really makes me want to try more...
i want to buy a pen that writes, one that sits down and without pause writes stories.....and a pad of paper too...i want quiet days...in clichy or elsewhere....i want a refrigerator filled with good cold beer..i want pastrami.....
does one need desperation in order to create something nice?
this gal is hecka cute........don't know who she is though...
seeing a baby born didn't scare me, the episitome was what tripped my shit up. Days of maybe, I like that. Time for a beer with my newly remastered Exile on Main Street.
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