The fact of the matter is that if I step outside of such a line of reasoning, then I have to look at it and say that I'm throwing around so many sour grapes. But the question them becomes... why? Why does it bother me? When I was younger, I was more exposed to "the real world" (read: the general, moronic public) both in high school and in college and the arcade. Back then, I espoused a motto of "who gives a shit". Somewhere, I've lost that, what some might call carelessness, but which I would think more of as being care-free. In fact, there were probably two mottos that I had, the second being "I can do anything that I work at doing". One of the good points, I'd say, is that I've so far been decent in writing on an almost daily basis. I haven't really been writing on the weekends, but I can excuse those. After all, even if I do work at writing some day, I still have to have the occasional day off.
Jim is a bit depressed from his recent news, so I'll leave the post on as happy a note as I can muster.
Daffodil, lilac,
bright blueberry, buttercup,
butterfly, damacy.
