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The shitty bit about uppers…
They make me want to do about everything BUT what I need to do. I’ve got roughly 8,001 ideas for flash fiction pieces right now but I’m up to my eyeballs in school work.
GAHHH! Finals week be over. My summer reading/writing awaits me.
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Ramen and cheap red wine…
…is the life I live…tonight.
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8:30 AM. Tuesday.
Me: *throws shot of whiskey back* Her: You are fucking ridiculous. Me: Inspiration. The life of a writer. Her: The life of an alcoholic. Me: Same difference. -
So many words…
…a drunk tongue wishes to form.
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This is all starting to feel like it was a bad idea…
…gin, juice and assembling of Ikea furniture at 2:30 AM probably isn’t too smart either.
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First morning alone in my new apartment.
It feels great.
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I can’t believe the amount of time that I waste.
It is 1am and I have spent the last few hours looking for shit for my new apartment, starting a new story (which I am pleased with nonetheless), and playing Draw Something.
I’ve got 3 short stories left to read and analyze and a rough draft of a paper to due tomorrow.
Shite, fucking shite.
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I am so PRO at losing things.
Sooooo…I lost my wallet that of course contains EVERY possible form of identification that is required to obtain a replacement of any of them to begin with.
Can’t get my state ID because I need my S.S. Card.
Can’t get my S.S. card because I need some sort of photo ID.
And although the S.S. office accepts school IDs…it is spring break.
Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.
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What is it about 4am…
…that makes it more “morning” than say, 3am? The local morning news starts. Alarms of those who live in distant suburbs begin to go off. Even nature reacts. The birds were not chirping at 3:59. They are chirping now.
This always makes me feel that I have stayed up too late. It reminds me that people (and animals) are beginning their days and I have not yet ended mine. I have work at 9 and so do these other people. But….”yesterday” has not quiet morphed into today yet.
I guess this means I must sleep. I must sleep, even for just a couple hours, to reset, so that it can be today. I must sleep to let the wine wear off.
I must sleep to stop friggin blabbering.
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I promise I am not trying to sound pretentious at all here…
…but violins are pretty incredible.
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Who the frack said “writer’s block” doesn’t exist?
This story just isn’t coming along.
Can’t tell if tumblr is inspiration or a hinderance. (I’m fooling myself with that one)
I have no more wine.
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Making cupcakes…
Red velvet and experimenting with this new idea I came up with in the grocery store today: Nutella filled yellow cupcakes with Buttercream-Nutella frosting.
Yeah, I’m gonna need some help fucking these up.
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I have been recently replacing my morning cups of coffee with mugfuls of wine and my evening teas with more mugfuls of wine.
I am okay with this.
