sometimes i consider dashing it all and becoming a writer. i love the sound of keys punching and pecking as i type; i love the ache a piece of blank paper gives me until i muss it up with my words and doodles.
then i go and type a paragraph like the one above and realize how stupid and cheesy i sound and i cease. cease and desist.
oh, and in case you were wondering why i'm so pretentious tonight....
its because suddenly i've become overcome with an inner monologue possessing a british accent. it's quite perplexing. especially because when i try to affect such an accent in my speech, i fail miserably. it's quite funny, actually.
where dost this inner monologue of english lands come from? probably from the piles of movies i've been watching during the past three days depicting scenes of british life from days gone by. movies like a knight's tale, emma, mansfield park.....yes, quite crazy.
ah, i've awakened mere with my pecking.
gnight.
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