it isn’t like leffy didn’t do it already.
I have no idea how to start writing these ideas in my head. Please don’t be peturbed by the choppy, often elementary introductions. My biggest problem with writing is always starting to write. Often I set down with a lovely set of ideas to somehow express through writing and gain a specific type of writers block. The situation could be compared to a clogged pipe with lots of pressure behind it. Usually if I can fight through the beginning I can manage some sort of flow. I hope for the flow everytime I find myself staring at a blank page with a blinking bar. So now that I have exposed a literary weakness where does one go from here?
Life; very strange. The situation is more than unusual, its downright insane. I wake up every morning to music either through Rock Band 2 or one of many Ipods. I sleep on a black futon placed in front of an unauthorized wall we built in the apartment. It spans the distance of the living room and has no door. Instead the wall features a hinged dvd bookcase with a mechanism that locks and unlocks the wall; details are top secret. Tacked all over the exterior portion are posters, drawings, stickers, awards and other various decorations. Tacked may not be an appropriate term seeing as most of the posters are held up with safety pins; literally. Extending from this futon lays a world of chaos. There are no laws nor is there any logic. Things are as they are without reasonable explanation.
