Debutante

It’s like one of those unexplainable impulses people get at 3 in the morning. I had this weird tingling feeling to write even though there’s really nothing to write about. I’m honestly going bankrupt with my creative juice and there’s barely any diversion left for me to do.

My phone ceased ringing. I’d like to think that people are just busy — and that they haven’t forgotten me yet. There are so many invites to meet up and hang out but gas prices are such bitches, I feel as if I’m paying more for my fare than for my food and movie. Aw, man..

Tomorrow… my sister and I are going out.. She wants to go to the beach but.. the shores are one mile too far away.. and there goes the gas issues again. Even with my very fuel-efficient Corolla, the 3.50+ per gallon rates aint no joke.

We’ll see.