Why, you ask? Is your uterus bleeding? Are you a victim of a sublime, destructive unrequited love? Are you just bored and tired and inferior and lonely?
yes yes yes.
But I'm also a beneficiary of a very nice life.
So why is it such a poor, sad, desperate little banana?
The thought occurred to me while I was dish washing today, this very nice little day, that I need to start writing.
I need to start writing.
I NEED TO START WRITING.
What should the poor banana start writing about? She's awfully tired of her weepy little self.