Im 30, its Christmas, and Im a writer without a job. I sit hereengulfed in a furious fit of frustration. My future unknown. Mynuts so small you could fit them in a gnats navel and have roomleft over for my brain.
Im 30, its Christmas, and Im a writer without a job. I sit hereengulfed in a furious fit of frustration. My future unknown. Mynuts so small you could fit them in a gnats navel and have roomleft over for my brain.