First blog in eleven days. Concerning spring quarter, books, youtube, and Nerdfighters.
Well, three of my posts were published today which ended up reaching my 100th one!
Builders and the Butchers album review, Murder by Death show review, Decemberists show review.
(I know it says 97 posts, but my first three posts were before I had a login so it wasn’t under my name, so there.)
I love this site. I don’t care if people say it’s unsanitary. I obviously would sanitize any products I got in the mail in a swap. Duh.
There was a homeless man standing about 20 feet from me at the bus stop, with suspiciously deep pockets, and teeth that desperately needed a good cleaning. I slipped a in the slot, and retrieved the magazine from the dispenser. I fingered quickly through the pages, as I waited for my bus. The crispy October air chapped my lips as the cars passed by. The first page, second page, third, and so on. Nothing. It was not until page 103 that I found it. Page 103. That’s what my career had equaled up to.
Seven minutes later my bus got there, as I’d finished reading the piece. I don’t even know why I was reading it in the first place, because I’d read it over and over and over dozens of times for the past three months. Why did I feel the need to read it again? Maybe just to see if it really was my words. Far different than most people, I read things before looking at pictures. I guess I was just programmed that way from when I was a child. I was a writer when I was eight years old. And I’m a writer now. But the pictures. The pictures my god. I couldn’t even believe it. While I’d read the words, this was when it hit me. That’s all mine. That’s me. What did I do to deserve this?
Discontinued colours from Glamour Doll Eyes - oh my gosh 50% off. *SOTEMPTING*