Morning Pages

I still never really know what will happen here when I begin. I often change everything two or three times before I hit Publish. I always think these posts are sooo boring, and question why I persist, but yet I do. It’s like a sick compulsion. It’s like a job nobody hired me to do but I feel I have to do it anyway.

Lighten Up, Buttercup.

Buttercup eats when she’s hungry, sleeps when she’s tired, and doesn’t know what day it is most of the time. The culture doesn’t even know Buttercup exists, or if it does, it doesn’t take her seriously or make any demands of her. Buttercup is a child, according to the culture. Buttercup better grow the hell up.