I'm all alone! How rare, in a house of seven people. Except for Angus of course, but he's a part of me anyway.
I've been waiting for this moment, so I could have a chance to write in peace and quiet. But now everyone is gone, my mind has gone blank and I feel restless and bored.
Something is holding me back from my writing - the knowledge that people I know and love, read this thing. Therefore, I cannot be completely honest and tell awesome stories because I don't want to hurt anyones feelings. Also there are certain things I don't want people to know about ME. But I've learned that THE TRUTH often makes for the best and most humorous writing.
It's frustrating me. I can't decide if I want my family and friends to hate me in return for readable material, or protect the innocent and keep my writing dry and boring.
I really want to write about how my dad offered Aaron a tab of acid while we were visiting (which he turned down), and I really want to write about finding roaches in my mom's freezer (not her's). It's too bad I give a shit about people's feelings.
Well Angus is not letting me write anyway. These babies, they sure need a lot of attention. Angus is now so used to having people around now, he's not happy about beig plunked next to the kitty litter box so I can ignore him and play on the computer.
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