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I passed a pill bug that was stuck on its back, and without thinking, I bent over and flipped him. If it could talk, it would have probably thanked me, but I felt really good about it anyway. That’s why I think I should be the next president of the United States.

The name's Tim. Nice to meet you, maybe.

I play guitar, sing silly songs, write stuff, draw shitty pictures and make people on the Internet mad on a professional level. I drink a lot of tea and write letters to pen pals. I also think about death a lot.

How exciting.

It’s not like I haven’t said this before, but I finished the first chapter of what was originally going to be a short story, but now might be a full-length book thingy of some sort. It was an idea that I had a while ago, that I somehow just dove into today during a freewrite. It feels weird to just write this without any planning whatsoever, though I am piecing how it will turn out in my head, and will (eventually) write it down, as to not lose this brilliance.

I’m just happy I’m writing again.

This calls for a smiley face.

Dammit, someone’s at the door. The smiley face will have to wait.

More on this current project when I figure out whether or not I completely love it or completely hate it.