Notecards 1: it's fuckin' 4:56 AM (why am I up?)

I've been stuck for months trying to write...
I'm in college, damn it! I'm supposed to be recklessly writing radical shit that'll get everyone's hair standing on end in outrage or causing pleasurable goosebumps to rise on people's skin. It's about time that I start a new project.
Oh yeah, and...if I don't make at least one of these every day, someone just slap me upside the head. 


Notecard 1: February 10, 2012

I've started to write again--a new project to start might be these notecards.
Let's see where this goes.
P.S. It's 2:34 AM, I'm tired.
P.P.S. If I forget to do at least one every day, I need to get someone to remind me. Otherwise I'll be all--------------------------> "God, SHIT, FUCK, DAMN, MotherFUCKAH"














Left to right: Emmy, Abbey, Mike
Abbey: Emmy! No shoes--roughin' it. 
Emmy: I hate wearing shoes.
Mike--In his own world--who can blame him? It's late.
(All three of us--tired--past 1 AM)