Rosebuns

i was expecting more from the mcdonald's milf now that i've seen her i'm let down again

I'm... This is worse then the fucking Pokémon vtuber

Sort of a messy post, but I think i need to get it out so I can marinate on it a little and come back to it. I used to dream of being a writer and I thought I'd do that for my life. Then I kinda stopped writing as much and it fell to the side but it's always been one of my main diet of hobbies, I guess? Like, in high school, I went to a creative writing "camp" almost every summer. It was a lot of fun, especially as a teenager.

But what sort of struck me the other day is I still don't do a ton of writing. Most of it is for tabletop, the vast majority of which no one sees, or for the classes I teach and I'm lucky if those kids are awake when I talk to them. I guess part of it is like I just want to write stuff, but in the same way as with drawing, I'm often unsure WHAT to write about. Like, I have a sense of the kinds of things I'd like to write, but specific ideas just aren't coming.

I think I'm sort of out in the weeds here, having spiraled into something not quite what I intended, which is par for course for me. I think this is also sort of welling up because I am feeling, pretty frequently right now, unsatisfied with life. If you're in a discord with me or in mints guided (switch to guilded it's like 100000x better) you probably know my current commute is a pain and that's one of the things which is really bothering me, I suppose.

I didn't mean this to be as sort of journal-y as it is but here we are. Oh well. This is probably something better left for that or for therapy, but I'm nothing if not an overly talkative clown, far too willing to share with a perceived audience.

I did a class on 80s pop culture at the start of graduate school and I do not remember the professor mentioning Basquiat dying at 28, what the fuck