…I get really listless thinking about all of the females in the world that could publish something truly extraordinary, like meaghano, who’s blog I rush home to read, ( and whom I alternately curse if she hasn’t written anything that day) cup of chamomile in hand, before I catch up on my dvr’d Gilmore Girls, and I get so upset that they are not published yet.
Then I get mad at Meaghano personally, because, Jesus CHRIST, she should be published and writing stories on best sellers lists already and then following them up, of course, with chats on Oprah’s couch and then following THOSE up with her wry-witty entries of her experience on said couch on her blog for ME TO READ. HOW CAN SHE BE SO SELFISH TO NOT HAVE A NOVEL FOR ME TO DEVOUR YET?
Then I remember that I, myself, am a writer too. And then I just feel terrified. And then I curse myself for posting sentences that start with “and” on my tumblr, and then I remember, IT’S JUST A TUMBLR.
Anyhow, if anyone knows Meaghano, tell her the fate of my sanity lies on her written word. That’s all. Goodnight.
Ha, fuck HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL? I AM TERRIFIED, TOO, YA KNOW.
ALSO I THINK IT’S OKAY TO START SENTENCES WITH “AND.” IT’S ONE OF THOSE THINGS MOST PEOPLE FUCK UP SO WHEN YOU’RE A KID THEY TELL YOU NOT TO DO IT AT ALL— LIKE SEX! — BUT WHEN USED RESPONSIBLY IT CAN BE PRETTY GOOD. ER, CORRECT. BUT IF YOU REALLY LIKE THEM DON’T USE AND ON THE FIRST DATE. I’M KIDDING DO WHAT YOU WANT. OPRAH. CALL ME.
