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angelgazing) wrote2005-05-30 01:35 am
angelgazing) wrote2005-05-30 01:35 am
would you make my life as big as the sky?
Oh, writing, why must you taunt me so?
::angsts::
I wanna write pretty and I can't and Rusty is being a girl and I'm fighting with him because I hate it when my boys are girls and Danny is snickering a lot and I fail at descriptions, like, really.
And I'm staring at this line that I've been staring at for ages and it's. Not. Getting. Any. Prettier.
And the clock just keeps on ticking.
Stupid writing. Like I ever did anything to it. Hmph.
You know how sometimes you have this image of a writer in your head, fingers of one hand pecking at the keyboard/typewriter, because writers can't type in my head apparently, they click out the word a letter at a time, with a cigarette in one hand that they wave around lazily and the ashes fall onto their baggy sweater and they never notice, really, and there's a glass of something very frowned upon by my grandmother sitting in front of them, half empty, a notebook with unreadable handwriting, a jar of pens on their desk and one lying sort of, kind of sad and almost falling off the table... Do you know that image? Because it's in my head and it's got WRITER in big bold letters underneath it and it makes no goddamn sense so I was just curious if you knew why it was there, is all.
::slinks back to Rusty::
::angsts::
I wanna write pretty and I can't and Rusty is being a girl and I'm fighting with him because I hate it when my boys are girls and Danny is snickering a lot and I fail at descriptions, like, really.
And I'm staring at this line that I've been staring at for ages and it's. Not. Getting. Any. Prettier.
And the clock just keeps on ticking.
Stupid writing. Like I ever did anything to it. Hmph.
You know how sometimes you have this image of a writer in your head, fingers of one hand pecking at the keyboard/typewriter, because writers can't type in my head apparently, they click out the word a letter at a time, with a cigarette in one hand that they wave around lazily and the ashes fall onto their baggy sweater and they never notice, really, and there's a glass of something very frowned upon by my grandmother sitting in front of them, half empty, a notebook with unreadable handwriting, a jar of pens on their desk and one lying sort of, kind of sad and almost falling off the table... Do you know that image? Because it's in my head and it's got WRITER in big bold letters underneath it and it makes no goddamn sense so I was just curious if you knew why it was there, is all.
::slinks back to Rusty::