oy.
monday morning, & I'm drunk.
first: feeling guilty because I've gotten a number of lovely emails & letters from friends that I haven't gotten around to answering (yo, Tororo--soon)
which is weird, because writing is what I do, is what I love to do, is what I LIVE to do--
but I just can't do no more.
more later.
monday morning, & I'm drunk.
first: feeling guilty because I've gotten a number of lovely emails & letters from friends that I haven't gotten around to answering (yo, Tororo--soon)
which is weird, because writing is what I do, is what I love to do, is what I LIVE to do--
but I just can't do no more.
more later.
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
a) I just read in a row both the poem you posted in my journal AND the one you posted in Morgan's, and i've been struck mute by their awesomeness
b) I thought it was fashionable to post just a single 'yo, rats'!" as a comment; Isn't it what you Americans use to call "cool"?