let's face it, i'm a mopey writer
when i have nothing to be mopey about, i don't write.
or i try, and it invariably comes out shit
oh well. life is bitchy. COPE
*tee hee*
life actually isn't all that bitchy. but you still hafta cope.... depression has its advantages. do you think van gogh would still be one of the world's great artists if his whole life was peachy-keen, not a single depressing thing happening, not a care in the world?
noooooooooo way
does anyone remember those little figures (they can't really be called action figures, cos they don't really move) that came in green garbage bags, and you put them in water, and the bag dissolved, and you ended up with a little toy covered in green goop?
what were those things *called*?
when i have nothing to be mopey about, i don't write.
or i try, and it invariably comes out shit
oh well. life is bitchy. COPE
*tee hee*
life actually isn't all that bitchy. but you still hafta cope.... depression has its advantages. do you think van gogh would still be one of the world's great artists if his whole life was peachy-keen, not a single depressing thing happening, not a care in the world?
noooooooooo way
does anyone remember those little figures (they can't really be called action figures, cos they don't really move) that came in green garbage bags, and you put them in water, and the bag dissolved, and you ended up with a little toy covered in green goop?
what were those things *called*?