Muses, this post is for you.
Dear muses.
You bitches! When I'm finally in the mood to write, what do you do? You act like my brain is a fucking opium den, full of smoke and beanbag chairs! How am I supposed to put anything on paper when all you can offer me is: "Mmmm. So relaxed right now." BITCHES!
If I didn't have a million WIPs, you people would be FIRED!
You bitches! When I'm finally in the mood to write, what do you do? You act like my brain is a fucking opium den, full of smoke and beanbag chairs! How am I supposed to put anything on paper when all you can offer me is: "Mmmm. So relaxed right now." BITCHES!
If I didn't have a million WIPs, you people would be FIRED!