I received something in the mail today. Luckily, there were no thieves. I found my lil package near the front door. Enough about the boring details. The point is… I GOT MY SHARPIE PENSSSSSS!!!
You know when you’re inspired to write and you just shoot your heart out on the page, but a shitty ballpoint pen is stopping your heart from living its best life? Come on! The struggle of writing a word and then having to come back to the second to last letter cuz there was no ink, but then the ink won’t shoot at that particular area on the page, but does elsewhere when you scribble?? That was me yesterday. Frustrating. Having to adjust the angle of my pen and the way I hold it. I had to change who I am, lower myself to adjust to this non-impressive pen! How low is that?!
Anyways. I got my Sharpie Pen with a fine felt tip. Y’already know how my heart is about to dance with the pen as I play the “middle-man” on the page. (Can we say middle person? I’d rather say it like this. Too lazy to Google it right now. Not like you could respond back to me…So I’ll just leave this intimate me-to-me conversation here.)
The end. Not that this was a story or anything but I felt like ending like this.
The real ass end.