The impossibility of being me

What does it mean when I go to my own website and get mad at myself for not updating? How about when I look forward to what I’m going to write next more than anyone else?

Because I do. And it, along with this, is becoming a problem…

What does it mean when I go to my own website and get mad at myself for not updating? How about when I look forward to what I’m going to write next more than anyone else? Because I do. And it, along with this, is becoming a problem… Related posts: Earth’s Litter Damn. I shouldn’t…

2 Comments

  1. Ahoy! How goes it, matey? All’s well here. And as to the lads and lasses that ain’t writing messages… ARRR, make ’em walk the plank!

  2. Sara!

    (I just thought to myself, ‘hey, it’s the Sara that spells her name with only one A,’ but then I realized that that’s impossible)

    Arrr, avast, me buxom beauty! They arrr gonnawalk the plank!

    (if they ever post and we can find them, of course… 🙂