quick hitta

It’s 9:48 pm and Texas is hot as fuck. Not sexy hot. But “cut the humidity with a chainsaw” hot. All I do is sweat lately. Driving 40 minutes round-trip doesn’t seem productive or cost effective, but if I’m not out the house, I can read or write.

It’s true; my X-Box One is my kryptonite. So is my couch, So is sitting in my draws.

But, for now, I’m in this noisy cafe, listening to Tirzah, over-hearing people laugh inappropriately loud at jokes that aren’t nearly that funny, reading Wesley Morris and wondering if Tarantino ruined Brad Pitt for me.

Anywhoo, this post must see the light of day. It’s hot and these keys are cooling down.

I’ve been toying around with the idea of making quick, short post; just to get in the rhythm of writing. Tonight, looking at a blank WordPress page wasn’t too much to bear, but something is better than nothing.

I love investigating, digesting and barfing the organized chaos that is this stupid, lovely blog of mine. No, that’s not self-hate; what I write is never stupid nor is it always lovely. It’s just me. I’m proud of the work I do here, thank you, but why the hell are you reading this? If you’re wondering if I have the secret of the universe in my left pocket, I do.


It’s right here…

Just keep scrolling…

And maybe I’ll stop trolling…

You’re beautiful. That’s all I wanted to say.

And I miss tumblr.

As you can probably guess, quick hitta is just that. A hit and run; similar to sophomore year but that’s another adventure for another day.

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