and yet when i sit on my computer with a blank document in front of me, it's too much. it's too much to even write a short story.
when i was a kid i told myself i was going to write a book when i was an adult. now i'm an adult with white hairs and i still haven't wrote a single book.
on a journal news, i am in ithaca. after being a bridesmaid in costa rica, i am now a bestwoman in ithaca. i'm also the photographer which is a bit confusing.
my best friend manuel is getting married to a lovely boy named dom. they seem happy together.
i have ample free time now, i should just write a short story while i'm here and then publish it to livejournal and no one will read it but andy and it would be okay.
but i don't know what to write.