I’ve had no real drive to do any writing of late. The short story I was working on has been shelfed, which is stupid because I have no reason to not write it. I just don’t really… want to anymore. Which is also stupid.

The only thing I’d like to say is how frustrating anonymous tumblr users hitting on me is. Don’t get me wrong, I like it and appreciate it and it makes me feel good… but it’s so sporadic and they are never willing to go off anon. It’s like a phantom floating by to tell me that my ass looks good and then disappearing. Sure, it’s cool that a ghost was just checking me out but that does me no good in the end. It doesn’t mean anything if you tell people. Know what I mean?