I’ve already grown used to writing in a decent word processor again and it has been a decade since I had one.
I know I could’ve gotten one between then and now, but you know how it is, you think I’ve got this, and WordPad ain’t so bad. It wasn’t so good either.
(Was I the only one who freakin’ loved WordPerfect?)
However, you get there is your business, and the most important thing is to write.
He should’ve known better and gotten his shiz together way before now. Yes, Mother, I know, thank you. I forgot how much I like to make the whole thing pretty. I’ve been hacking away at the page when I know better. That’s not who I am anyway. As mean as he is, he is incredibly delicate.
He likes it when his words look pretty.
He has this foolish notion that he can save people grief if he states something correctly. (…?)
Please don’t waste the amount of time He did.
Prioritize Your Work.
Because You Are Worth It.
It is finally Autumn, you guys.
I’m wearing it out this year. Join Me, Won’t You?