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you have been the one, you have been the one for me


Sunday, December 05, 2004

Not in a good mood right now. Still a bit sick from partying too much the last two nights, Saturday Night Live was a re-run (the Ashlee Simpson fiasco) and I just realized I dropped the f-bomb in my columnist application. Great night

So I did what I always do when I'm in a "mood" or a "funk." You could almost call it an escape mechanism. Or an addiction of sorts.

I write.

Now before you get all interventionist-counselorismness on me, you have to realize that all people have their vices. Everyone has their tick that they go to, be it for better or worse. You, of all people, have neither the mental capacity nor the balls to judge me. So fuck off.

If anything, you should be ashamed for enabling my habit.

But back to me.

I've been in a lull over the last month or so. I've been complacent, waiting for something to happen. I skipped alot of class because I'd ask myself "What's the point?" and I couldn't answer.

I'd come back, drop everything, and write.

Deep stuff. Personal stuff. Hateful stuff. Stuff that will never see the light of day. Not until I'm a big literary star and have best-sellers and a reputation and things like that. But all that writing makes me realize something.

I love it.

And I want to do this for the rest of my life.

There I finally said it. And for once, it feels pretty damn good.

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