This is my 100th post. It feels like there have been more than that; this thing is over a year old. Is it possible to be too confident and self conscious at the same time?
I don't know what to write about. Must be non fiction. I have worthy stories, but they all feel so forced and overdone. I refuse to be overlooked. I want to win win win. But do I want to work? Hmm. There lies my problem! I need to get off my methaphorical ( and literal if I'm being honest) ass and put in the elbow grease. I love songs that make me happy. It's just that when I sit down and actually try, it's all really bad and crappy. But sometimes I just get these bursts where words pour out and everyone says it's brilliant. It's so frustrating. I don't know what to write about and it's driving me nuts. Am I boring? That's kind of my biggest fear. Always unsatisfied, disenchanted, complaining. I'm surprised I haven't gotten my ass kicked yet.
Christmas is in like two days. I'm not feeling very Christmas-y. Sucks. The past few days have been a downer for no real reason...ok yeah, no meds. I hate that. Hate being a medicated zombie. Blah blah blah.
