| Death of a Trusted Friend. |
[06 Aug 2006|10:31am] |
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Dearly Beloved;
We gather here, to pay a regards to an old and dear friend, who has served his time on the planet well…
“MY COFFEE POT DIED!!!” **balls his eyes out**
My old BRAUN Coffee pot that I thought I was going to have to ‘will’ to one of my nephews died this morning after making one…last…pot. **final gasp** We have had this coffee pot…longer than I’ve been RPing, in fact, I purchased it 12 or 13 years ago. Unfortunately since the appropriate replacement is now about $100, I think I’ll be hobbling along without, or finding a cheaper option.
So…everyone pray that they put a BUNN brand on sale next month.
**sigh** This sucks giant sized donkey balls.
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[06 Aug 2006|11:07pm] |
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I am frustrated in the extreme. I cannot seem to focus on any written work. There is no flow.
Of course most folks are so bloody sick of hearing me whine about how much I suck as a writer that I’ve managed to alienate anyone who did care, and just when – thanks to my decision to quit smoking – I could really use some helpful advice on writing without being under the influence.
I quit smoking so I could stay home and write. Now that I’ve do so, I am finding I can’t write. I KNOW deep down that cigarette’s don’t control my creative process, and that I am better off without them, still, when I sit down to write, I find that something (the cigarettes) is completely lacking. I sit frozen like an idiot, writing is short incoherent sentences, and repeating myself ad-nausea until some how I manage to eek out a point, or, at least I hope I do. Though most often, I feel that it’s literally a waste of my, and the readers time.
And…that was it. That’s all I’ve got. I can’t even fucking concentrate long enough to write two hundred words without having to get up and walk away.
To hell with the dead coffee pot, this ‘really’ sucks donkey balls.
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