Delete, Delete, Delete

Jul 09, 2012 23:11

Don't you just hate when you can't finish a
and every thing you write sucks is lame is totally bogus [fill in descriptor here]
and the beginning of what you write doesn't have much to do with the end. Sausages with mustard.

But the drive is still there.
Gotta finish, gotta finish, gotta get done.

Still, roadwork ahead.
Delete, delete, delete.

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amberfocus July 10 2012, 18:06:59 UTC
LOL Are you in my head right now? Okay, this was more me yesterday, today is going much better. Just keep at it. You'll get there.

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jessalrynn July 10 2012, 19:00:20 UTC
Love love LOVE this. *squeezes the poem and you* Man, I know this one!

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