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[Thursday, Dec. 10th, 2009|02:25 pm]
The richest girl in town.
My writing self is constipated. Can't seem to squeeze out a word of import. I just don't care, even though I want to write and want to write something worthwhile. No matter how often I have ideas about things I'd like to explore, when I actually sit down, I can't seem to do it. They won't come, and it is nearly physically painful. I clearly need some sort of literary laxative.
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[User Picture]From: sol3
2009-12-10 11:13 pm (UTC)
I hear not working for cock boilers is an excellent literary laxative. (I have no love for $JOB - and they've managed to sink lower in my eyes over the past few months to new levels of cockboilery - and i look forward to the day when everyone is able to leave there and give them the big FOADIAF,KTHXDIE)
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