I don't know if I should continue to sit on some of the poems I have or post them on here. My creative writing teacher told me that I can't submit my poems that I publish on my blog to online literary journals. I do have a few I want to submit come fall. I'm looking forward to my first rejection letter. We all start somewhere right.
I have too many projects. I started riding the bus again, and it sucks. I'm contemplating starting a new blog chronicling my life, without a car. I've already had a creepy stranger ask me if I need a ride. I said no, duh! Stranger danger 101! I jaywalked for the first time in years. Vegas really isn't pedestrian friendly. I had 4 people ask me for the time, all completely un-phased by the invisible force-field created by my headphones.
I do need to figure out how to do with less. I started carrying my backpack with me everywhere. I have too much stuff. Maybe my kindle will payoff but I still don't see how an e-reader can do poetry justice. But I digress... we'll have that conversation later.