Writing for a living…
Writing for a living can be a thoroughly unrewarding endeavour. You spend your early life longing for days spent constructing cities of prose from the raw materials in your mind but when it comes to it you’re left slapping up some flat-pack bullshit.
Angry as fuck
I know it’s juvenile and stupid but if I don’t vent somewhere how angry I am right now I’m going to explode. I fucking hate her. I fucking hate him. And I’m a fucking idiot.
Fuck you and your fucking happiness. I hope he’s a cunt.
Well it is snowing… My album. Free on bandcamp. Really cheerful stuff.
Why couldn’t Cameron Crowe and Nancy Wilson stay together? *sad face*