The world is unfair: volume 1 · 6:41am Nov 30th, 2012
So, yes.
I'm entitled to bitch. I am. Why? Because I'm a writer, and that is just part of the process. That's part of the JOB.
But I think I have a fair case here. Why?
Somedays, I sit, looking at the stars. I muse and wonder. I meditate and reflect. And I find the miracle in a new day of life. Especially since I swallowed so much glass the day before.
So, yes.
I'm entitled to bitch. I am. Why? Because I'm a writer, and that is just part of the process. That's part of the JOB.
But I think I have a fair case here. Why?
In response to the DELUSION THAT IS this UTTER WRONG-FROG.
"Whaddaya think that means?" asked the janitor peering through the mailbox-sized slot that would be a curious feature for a door had the door not been found in this particular building. "Who's this Twilight pony, anyway, and why's she all, y'know, full'a emotions at the end'a the story? Also, whaddaya think she means by 'to be continued'?"