Murder is on my mind right now, I had a wasp chase me down for like three minutes straight. I swear to you that I screamed like a little girl at least seven times in those few minutes. Diving into my car I thought I'd be safe, well I thought wrong. The little shit attached itself to my window and watched me as I drove seventy miles per hour on the highway. I could feel it's creepy little eyes on me in the twenty minutes it took me to get to my destination, I basically cried the entire drive, I am an emotional wreck right now. I will use this wasp story as an excuse to why haven't gotten any writing done today.
So basically the moral of this story is, wasps are Satan and they will ruin your life and any inspiration to write. That's all I have to say.
So peace out, bitches!
So basically the moral of this story is, wasps are Satan and they will ruin your life and any inspiration to write. That's all I have to say.
So peace out, bitches!