SO, DO I WRITE TOO MUCH?

Is it because I have so little else to do that I write so much? Or is it because I’m still "searching for the purpose of this journal"? Will I stop writing when my life is fuller, when I have a real job, when I have someone to spend my personal time with?

Shit, am I a loser?

Don't losers sit at 24-hour coffee shops like Starbucks because they have nothing better to do?

Starbucks. The Great Alexander of our time. It has conquered a continent of the neurotically fickle. And I am sitting in one, writing this shit. It’s the frappacinos. I love these damn strawberries and crème frappacinos. This is my third one today….



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