that year i wasn't writing because writing was bullshit

oh yeah

this year

one day i'll look back on this year and this will be how i remember it, maybe, if i'm still a writer then.

just like that year i dated so-and-so or the year I lived in the Pennsylvania house or when I lived in that awful depressing house with that couple in Newark and basically just didn't leave my room except to leave the house for a year (OK that was only nine months)

this year i guess i'm not writing because writing is bullshit. i mean, like, i didn't set out not to write at all this year, and i'm still blogging and such. but besides that, like, i'm not trying. i'm not making an effort.

i guess this is some fucked up dating game where i'm hoping writing will show an interest in me and it'll encourage me to keep on, right?

heh heh heh heh this is a dry villain's cough