I am beyond frustrated that after a week and fifteen pages of writing, I'm still only three paragraphs into my third chapter.
I am condemning my saturday evenin in the hopes that self punishment will fuel me.
I am unsure of how confining myself with a gamecube and metroid prime will help me write
^ knows of my enjoyment of cake, must be silenced.
< decent baker, my cheesecake and blueberry pies are surefire ways of getting laid
V learned to cook entirely for sexual bribery.
guilty, but what size is the barrel? and what size are the monkeys? With averages the margin of error would be sky high!
Bullshitted something technical or scientific because you knew the listener wouldn't know what you were talking about anyways.