October 17, 2005

I've been writing like a crazy person, as if anyone cares.
My creative writing class has me spinning like a top, ridiculously cutting out print from newspapers, magazines and vibrator packaging, taping individual words to fair tickets, like "ultimate" and "evening" and "walls."
I just wrote about my father.
And I've written about my mother and my brother and lots of other people, including Josh.

Most of it is total crap.

// Amber | 8:59 AM | //


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