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3/365

When I was in high school I lived for the Sunday comics. I would grab them and get to cutting much to my mom’s disdain. “But your father hasn’t read the paper yet!” The sports were on the other side and he didn’t watch or care about sports but my chopping the comics out before he had a chance to claim the whole paper as his pissed him off.

I hung them up on an old chest in my room.

He’d occasionally rip them down.

It was a fun dance.

When I moved out years ago the old chest I had most of them hung on was promptly hauled into the attic. Over the years most of the comics have worn away but this one I saved.

Posted in Photo

1/365

I love writing but I also love other creative endeavors. Sometimes my mind gets burned out on words and I turn to other things to fulfill me creatively. I’ve been snapping photos since I was in middle school. As a way to shake things up and challenge myself this year I thought it would be neat to see if I could get one picture a day that I posted here. If it comes with writing great, if not, great.

What better place to start than selfie heaven. This is probably the only picture of me you will ever see on here other than my profile picture (which doesn’t really count because it’s just my eye).

This is your fearless author. I’ve been up since 430, at work since 7, it’s now after 6 and I’ve only been home for less than 20 minutes.

The holiday’s have exhausted me. Life lately has exhausted me.

Sometimes I feel like I could sleep for days on end but I can never slow down enough to do that.

Relax?

What’s that?

My school holiday is over today so I will be reviewing school work for the evening.

The new year has set me on a good creative start but I’m not sure I want any of it to be seen by public eyes, at least not yet.

I have bags under my eyes. They’re perpetual. I don’t think they’ll ever go away.

I’ve had acne because dairy is apparently in fucking everything.

I’m not wearing make up because fuck that, that’s why (although I do have make up and I do wear it).

In the time it’s taken me to write this I’ve gotten up and sat back down at least 10 times.

I’m not going to try and look pretty.

I’m not going to duck face.

Or myspace angle.

I’m going to look just as stressed as I feel.

This is your fearless author.

Day 1 of 365 done.