Wednesday, June 22, 2005

In my dreams

Sometimes I read someone else’s writing and I have a hard time breathing. I realize how completely superior their writing is compared to mine. Tonight I am going to recover from this realization by putting my head between my knees, breathing slowly, and main lining vodka.

Matthew Wilder. Pure. Genius.

Posted by Some GirlSome Girl on 06/22 at 08:53 AM
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