Nothing to write about #1: I hate facebook. Facebook stole my blog idea. It's basically one big blog where everyone can post on it. How is that special? facebook is like a big group event where everyone takes turns coming up to the mic to complain. But a blog feels more personal. Like a one-on-one conversation with a friend.
Nothing to write about #2: Domino still rides with me in the car. It's gets worse and worse the less I write. He'll always say these random things like, "Did you know I actually kissed a girl in 5th grade and it wasn't Qym?"
And I'll reply with something like, "You're lying."
And he'll say, "It's the truth."
And I'll say, "That's stupid. I have better things to think about, like how to save your existence at the end of the story."
And he'll shrug and look back out the window.
Nothing to write about #3: I find my best cartoons come about when I'm feeling most pathetic. This is me attempting to learn my dance choreography with the sexy-girls.
Nothing to write about #4: I find I'm terrified of people who call me "Sweetie." Why? I don't know.
Nothing to write about #6: I'm an actress. I'm tired of "What are you going to be when you grow up?" It should be plenty obvious now that Dr. Elemis Pott is not growing any more, and therefor has "Grown up." What is she? She's a Christian. What does she do? She acts. How long will she act? Lord knows. It's not really my job to know. The last person who asked me, "What are you going to do when you grow up?" I replied with, "I act." And I felt a strange sense of peace.
Nothing to write about #7: These are all the pens I used up on my journals in a matter of months.
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