i have not felt terribly dramatic or depressed today...just a tad cranky...hence the non-blogging. I guess i use this thing to BITCH AND MOAN. I used to think i wanted to be a writer. fictional books. cuz when i write i like to elaborate and use detail and base some things on life, but mostly use my imagination. i like writin' poems and weird little songs. ONE MAN BAND.
i wrote a book when i was 17. i used to write under the name "J.R. Mint". cuz jr mints are the best party in my mouth ever. it was called "between her lips"...yeah. at the time i was innocent and didnt realize that it sounded hella dirty times. like vagina lips. it worked somewhat as therapy to write these pipe dreams and intertwine little life bits into a crazy story about a crazy young girl having adventures.
i barely graduated high school. i can't spell worth a damn. all around i am hardly an educated babe. which is clearly what discourages me from writing much at all. and my father is a published "writer". i dont like to be like him. he writes under a fake name "miles archer". i tried to read his book for a quick minute, but it disturbed me cuz i could tell he used some reality, i guess i got that from him.
i dont really get along with that guy. hence my daddy issues.
my head hurts just trying to put words about that.
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