i'm sitting in starbucks in durham, nc, a willing prisoner. my ride to and from work is at his second job. i'm here until 11p, but i get free coffee and time to write. or at least i'm supposed to be writing. i say that a lot, don't i? guess it's why i'm not really a writer.
so that little paragraph was written about two hours ago and i haven't written a single word otherwise. i think i should just stop writing altogether and pick it back up when i'm confident enough to string a few words together. because right now i just hate it all. it's not good. i'll stick with what i'm good at -- being the office bitch. for ever.
i'm gonna go read now.