The harder they come

[raybear]

I have one of those urges to write a to-do list made up primarily of things I've already done, so I can feel a proud sense of accomplishment. But not much would even make it onto that list except 1) consume an entire pound of edamame for dinner and 2) think about topics of conversation with Xtina Aguilera for when we marry. I think it should be painfully obvious that I succombed to watching E! while eating my "dinner" of soybeans. I managed to drag myself away from the television to put myself in front of the ccomputer monitor. An improvement? It's unclear.

I love how these grad school application essays are supposed to be 2-3 pages double spaced covering approximately five topics. Have they met me? I write 2-3 pages everyday in this thing about topics like how much I like a Jewel song or what I ate for lunch or hatred towards an advertisement. Distilling my literary experience and writing goals down to more manageable quantities shall be quite the task for a verbose fcker like me. I mean, one wouldn't necessarily guess that I have an intense love for minimalist fiction. I suppose I shall be channelling that in this case.

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[raybear.livejournal.com]

I guess this reaffirms that soybeans will be good for my colon health. And hopefully will balance out the steak dinner or ribs I'll be eating at Ronnie's with you at 1 o'clock. I didn't forget!