On related note, I must take a writing course.
Communications is the title.
I had that belly turning fear when the teacher went over the assignments, agenda for the course.
Writing essays is not something I imagined myself being to talented in, but then I thought of all these drunken, silly, stories/entries I write on here and thought, maybe I do enjoy writing, yes, I do indeed, and fuck it, I'll just have to get an idea, then get loaded and type type type.
Easy easy.
Well, tiss all for this evening.
Not sure why I write in here anymore.
Does anyone actually read this?
Meggy does, but I call her and awkwardly ramble any thought that pops up in my head so most likely she has heard anything I type in here 2 or 3 times before hand, (thank you for listening you lovely ear, I miss you!!), but I keeps it going anyway.
I'm sure someone else does.
Just seems old anymore.
Oh well, till next time.
1:06 a.m. by Timm Jumper