My brother is back in the saddle, giggling like a schoolgirl.
Write something. Write something. Write something. At this point, my abdomen is so tense I feel the need to just throw something out there to make up for my lack of originality and commitment. Also to bring vulgar/inappropriate photos from the internet that make me giggle like a schoolgirl.
Even ninjas can’t help. I’m screwed.
The funny thing is that I really like writing. And I’m as opinionated as any Fox News idiot. (But I’m smart, so there is that difference.) So why? Why? Why do I struggle?
Maybe it’s time to let go. Just let go and write silly obnoxious stuff. I know that I might have that in me.
Hmm. Yes. Feeling more confident. Let’s see where this might go.