Life

Tomorrow will be better. Always is.

Now that I’ve successfully grooved into a great new workout schedule and created a new internal communications plan at work at that I’m implementing, it’s time to fix my REAL writing schedule, cause I can tell you right now that Black Desert ain’t going to be done by March. Fucking personal life, always getting in

Q: Should Kameron go on a date Friday night? Yes/No Please post your response in the comments section below (please show your work).

Too much working. Too much working out. Too much time tonight to sit around and think. I’ll get to bed early while I’m ahead. Rested muscles means more lifting at the gym tomorrow.

Because the next payday is the 1st of February, which means I will once again have $100 in “fun money.” 1/3 of which I have already decided to spend on pants. This is the exciting writing life, yo.

What drives you? Not just to get up in the morning (I must work to pay for my roof, my food, to survive), but what drives you to do more than just survive? To push into the unknown, to take a risk? I used to fear relationships and commitment in the same way people fear

Because when you follow the rules, it actually works. Sat down with what I had in the bank, what I’m getting paid Friday, and wrote out the next round of bills. I had exactly $210 leftover for groceries for the next two weeks. About $30 more than is in the budget for said groceries. Until

…when you feel like you’re absolutely worth nothing, and what little worth you have must be measured in the width of your ass. You know what the tragedy is? I like the way I look. I really do. I think I’m strong and attractive and have moments of incredible sexiness. I think I’m smart and

Really, if I want to meet anybody worth my while, I need to get a car. The great thing about being smack right between Cincinnati and Columbus is that civilization is, indeed, just there over the horizon. The drawback is, you don’t live there. All the good ones are an hour away, dammit. Well, there’s