Anthony Kiedis. Sigh. I'm likening this to renting out a gymnasium for a party to which noone shows up. That sounds kind of loserish, like oh, noone is going to read this, oh, woe is me, but in all seriousness, are there readers who stumble on blogs like this? I don't care. I mean, I hope someone reads this. Maybe I should liken it to a message in a cyber bottle, tossed on the stormy seas of the internet, and if it washes up on someone's screen, terrific, but if it gets caught in the kelpy deep with the other wreckage (like the original goatse) then so it is.
I asked for a sponsor today. I called this lady from my DA meeting (more on that later) and left a message. I have this secret fear she's going to make me give up my writing, and become like, a nurse or something. And you know what? I'm going to surrender to God and if He wants me to give up my creative stuff, then okay. I surrender.
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