Hello boys and girls, it's presently 4:53 am and this is being scrawled on the nearest piece of paper I could find. The sky is blue, the birds awaken, and it's fucking cold in here cuz my window was open.
I just watched Orange County and as all great movies mixed with bed do, it got me thinking, about writing. You can't be a writer unless you experience people. It's really early so my mind is a little drowsy. Well, I experience people, but not the way I would like. Either I talk to someone and we say a few words and then we're done, or we go into each others' problems and evreyone's sad. I've done thing before, but far from enough, it's like candy. The candy is interesting conversation. Nay, engrossing, encapturing conversation. Doesn't matter what it's about, as long as we both know what we're talking about and we do talk. Don't get me wrong, I love solving problems, but engrossing conversation is like magic.
Onto something else I thought about, showing my parents this site. I'm not sure what the outcome of this would be, hell I can't begin to imagine. My parents are very understanding and pretty open minded, but I've never really shared anything with them. Well, I just might show them.
Well, Jack Black was hilarious in Orange County, as always. And all the other characters were grand too. This piece of paper smells of vinegar... this entry is dedicated to 'Lil Brandon, because he's addicted to my life. Good morning friends.
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