I'm at long last trying to get my book together. I hate literally every word that I write but at least I'm sitting down at the page every. single. day. Occasionally a blog comes out of all of this nonsense. This one just kind of flowed. A letter to my post-future self.
Before I had MySpace. Or Facebook. Or Twitter. I had Phetasy. Phetasy turned a whopping NINE this year on January 26th and I let the day come and go without any celebration. It's long overdue. I love this fucking site. She's my baby and I've been neglecting her.