Against a pseudo lawn

Today I found out that the founders of Upsurge Productions are both chicks. Not only so, but they were only 21 when the idea first struck them in a shower. Oh you entrepreneurial, sexy sexy chicks.

Of course it made me feel small and unaccomplished but at the same time, it is inspiring as fuck. How often do you get to hear about two little women handling such huge bands?! Christ they're amazing.

So at the other end of the spectrum, what I am (instead!) doing is:

Am I proud of myself noooooooo.

Anyway, I suppose I've finally lost my inspiration to write so as I predicted, I would be dropping the whole "a sad prose every two days" thing. It takes way too long to sink myself into that misery now. Which is a good thing of course.

I've started back on my books. I'm excited as fuck for "restaurant at the end of the world" but for now I'm trying to finish my bukowski first. I saw him as a literary god for the quotes I read from him before - it is only in reading his madness word for word do you realize that this man is truly fucked up beyond belief and the only thing that can save him, the only thing that could ever save him, was writing

Also in one of my rare moments of un-angst, I came to conclude that what I will miss about my job is the little things. For example, my upper management had a fun little word-spar after reading this article about the oxford comma. So very amazing.

Back to the grind.