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--Bargain! Target had a desk I wanted, 249.99. Me being cheap, and Target being what it is, I knew to bide my time. A sale would soon occur. Yes, soon. Occur. A sale. Oh how gloriously I underestimated Target's notion of sale. Sale is what Wal-Mart does. Sale is what K-Mart does. Target puts shit on clearance. Clearance, motherfuckers. 50% Off. That's right. And because they only had the floor model left of the desk I wanted, I got an additional 30% off of the remaining 50%. So I got my desk for 87 bucks.
--Moe adores TigerMask.
--Diet Cherry Chocolate Dr. Pepper tastes like a Toostie Roll melted in a glass of Listerine.
--I'm going through of really weird phrase of not believing in my writing. Not hating or finding it an abomination to mine eyes, just viewing it as not very good. There's so much it lacks: pow!details and little-bitsy character moments that great stories include. All the reading I've been doing lately is a real wake-up call. All those awesome plots and twists and turns and booyas, and my stuff is hardly ever that full. I feel deserted by my imagination. It's lonely.
--Moe adores TigerMask.
--Diet Cherry Chocolate Dr. Pepper tastes like a Toostie Roll melted in a glass of Listerine.
--I'm going through of really weird phrase of not believing in my writing. Not hating or finding it an abomination to mine eyes, just viewing it as not very good. There's so much it lacks: pow!details and little-bitsy character moments that great stories include. All the reading I've been doing lately is a real wake-up call. All those awesome plots and twists and turns and booyas, and my stuff is hardly ever that full. I feel deserted by my imagination. It's lonely.
