Where did I ever get off thinking I was some poetic writer back in the day? I've read a handful of old entries on here now & don't know what to think. I respect my condition to try & present that sorta "poetry" through dream-like verses & nonsense. But I don't do that anymore. I don't write anything anymore. Don't even try. But that's why I'm a graphic designer. I still get to work with words in my work. Just have to present them visually appealing. I have become a visual person, & always was.
Art. Psh.
Whoever uses this anymore? It was such a high school thing for me.
I like Jones Soda. &Last I checked, they weren't going to stop making them anytime soon. So I guess I need not worry about my future. Or that's what a fortune cookie told me one time. It also told me how to say Snow White in Chinese. Xue-Bai. Flippin oh yeah. I've washed my hands at least..four times today, put two different lotions on, &they freakin' stink... What do you got to say hot shot?♥ This is going public just cause I'm in a giving mood.
I totally typed out a flippin awesome entry that was full of just getting things out of my head for me to easily see & insight for even myself....but NO. I hate laptops.