Some days, the words just flow like a river and you don't know why. And some days you just stare at the blank page and you can practically hear it barking back at you, "Whatcha looking at, punk? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? There's nobody else here, so you must be talkin' to me. Well, you got something to say, say it!"
I'm pretty sure my muse is wearing a cunt helmet today.
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I hear you, sista.
Some days, the words just flow like a river and you don't know why. And some days you just stare at the blank page and you can practically hear it barking back at you, "Whatcha looking at, punk? You talkin' to me? You talkin' to me? There's nobody else here, so you must be talkin' to me. Well, you got something to say, say it!"
I'm pretty sure my muse is wearing a cunt helmet today.
At least you can write about fun shit. I have to write software requirements specifications and code all day long.
Alt, is it nerdy to a shameful point that I read that and thought...But that stuff is cool?
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