Fuck you, Ms. Johnson.

Today I’m working on my book, which I’ve been struggling with because of what my shrink labels as “Imposter Syndrome” and what I more accurately label as “The Horrors of Brain Constipation.”  Regardless, today I’m going to attempt to write my ass off and I’m doing it with the help of my personal theme song.Continue reading “Fuck you, Ms. Johnson.”

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