The Bloody Doors Off

What the fuck am I even doing here?

Graphic designer, playwright, occasional asshole

muscle memory

Today’s action becomes tomorrow’s habit.
Chinese Fortune Cookie

Literally got that tonight.

Reminding me.

I promised myself I’d try to make this.

A daily.

Habit.

I wanna build this up like muscle memory.

That it would be unnatural not to write.

Even if it’s inane bullshit such as this.

This is really a lovely day. Congratulations!
Another Fortune Cookie

This one I can’t rationalize.

Sure the day’s been.

Alright.

Work didn’t come in until 6:30, and I know I’ll be busy next week.

The sun was nice.

Was it lovely though?

Yeah. I suppose.

But I had nothing to do with it.

So don’t congratulate me.

Thank Anubis or Odin or the bearded guy in the sky.

Doesn’t matter.

I’m not particularly religious.

Spiritual sure.

There’s a difference.

Which I don’t particularly feel like visiting tonight.