that letter to guilt still remains unwritten, i can't seem to get past a certain point.
dearest guilt,
you've fucked me up.
in other news the chimney is sanded and primed, i just need to paint now. you'd think i would be so totally on top of that ..because, well, after it's done there is nothing else to paint in that part of the room! and i am already stoked to get on the next project.
not even after years of writing to myself, can i fathom the reasons how i tick.