Not Quite Poetry
Past Living
It’s the end of the month and I feel like I don’t have much to say. I don’t think anyone is reading this much anyway. Little bit of writers block…my Ritalin is expired…I’m still going to take it—fuck it ya know. My...
Unemployment
At Home
Just being me, (not in a bad way) it’s inevitable that I would return to this category…hence it remaining a category here. I had a scathing few paragraphs to put down but I just don’t feel like it...