September 17, 2009
I don't know what the hell to write about. Today is actually October 8 and I am writing for September 17. I have this day and three others to fill with 100 words in order to finish the month. This is rough, I tell ya. I have written just about everything my feeble little mind can come up with and still I have more to write. I write about this, I write about that, I write about good times, I write about bad times, I write about broken hearts and wounded knees. I write to release the tension inside me.