Happy birthday to me.
This explains the scarcity of posts. I’ve just been getting ready. I’m not hiding. I tried that when I turned thirty. I fled into the wilderness for a few days, trying to hide. But it was there, sqatting down outside the tent at midnight, a smoky phantom.
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, MUSIC, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, MOVIES, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, SCREENWRITING, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, STUFF, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, ME.
Write me here
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