When I grow up, I’m gonna be a failure.
Actually, I change my mind but only long enough for me to grow to be a Godzilla-sized mosquito. Everyone will be afraid of me and try to murder me cause them doesn’t know me are friendly. I will say, “Guys! Estar tranquilo! Some of my best friends are humans. No te muerdo!”
Then I’ll get invited to picnics and all kinds of outdoor outings. Within six months, all mosquitoes will stop biting, and them will make a monumental monument of me! Hootay! I will draw my mosquito monument – I have many things to draw for you!
I’m gonna spend my entire friggin weekend with my head up those two PMI courses’ arses. Yes! I anticipate it will be as unpleasant as it sounds because nothing good is ever up a butt. On Aug 23 the three years to get my PDUs will be up
Now for the good news – I’m enrolled in Second City’s Writing 2 (doesn’t look like it’s gonna get cancelled) and Improv 1 – I feel improv will improve my writability and it’s supposed to help with anxiety too. Soon I will even more speak out of turn.
🎶 Celebrate good times. Common! 🎶
And also, I am going to create a separate resume for writing jobs. And by the way, Something bit me, in three spots on my right arm – it’s swollen. Looks broken. And all the baking soda paste is making a mess.
Fri Aug 18
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