Me: Just write something epic already. Something that will get you internet famous. Something with Doritos.
Me: At least write something that expands your talents as a writer.
Brain: Bish I’m too fabulous for that.
Me: Just write anything, for the love of all that’s spicy.
Brain: You’re not my mother.
Me: YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO YOUR COUNTRY.
Brain: YOUR MOM.
So pretty much I got nothin. Life is neither good nor bad, so I can’t complain or brag about anything.
I went to the doctor’s today for a checkup. Somehow they make me feel guilty for not drinking or smoking or doing drugs…they’re all “well I don’t know what to do now…lemme hit your knee and see if that leads to cancer.”
No cancer, but I do have bad reflexes so that made the doctor feel better.