Best part? I only had to do the tiniest bit of rearranging. The letters were all in a little cluster just waiting for my inner 'Bratty Mommy' to overcome my motherly propriety. Which took all of about two seconds. What that says about me, I'm not sure but you're free to draw your own conclusions.
Boy, I was on a roll there for a bit with the writing and the confessing and the pondering and the...writing.
I'm currently trying to convince myself that writing doesn't always go like WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE AWESOME STUFF ALL. THE. TIME. NEVER. STOPPING.
Sometimes you have to stop.
And wonder, 'Did I just insinuate that what I write is awesome?' Oopsie.
Ultimately, this entry has been brought to you by my burning desire to mark the vast whiteness that lay before my cursor, and nothing else.
Too bad I didn't have enough letters on the fridge to write 'I'm an...' Woulda brought the whole post full circle.
Wednesday, February 02, 2011
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