the weirdest thing happened th other day..

I admit. Guilt has been reminding me everyday tht I haven't written since dinosaurs hit the ground n stopped breathing. And denial has been soothing me by saying tht no, freida, u do not have writers block. But when thought really started to move its wheels and a fellow cappucino lover questioned me abt it, the answer shone brightly th way my eyes would whenever I see cupcakes with cream icing : Its been a while since I've felt sad. I only write when I'm sad, another friend of mine said. True, but I find it ridiculous and unfair with regards to my penning skills. Why can't I write when I'm craving for a burger? Why can't I write when I'm feeling apathethic? Or feeling frisky like tiger woods. I should be able to write whenever I like however I like goddamn it! N I shall start doing so frm this day onwards. Sure ther may b a lack of material, but atleast its better than the array of movies we've produced.I dunno if its just me, but it seems like movie directors seem to have th impression tht we have short term memory n produce movies with the same plots and 'up n coming' hotshot actors- I'm nt dropping names cos I dnt want bradley cooper to suddenly sue me but please, I cn live without another jen aniston movie. ( even the jokes are too predictable sometimes). And boy don't even get me started on their advertising people- good job to u all I must say. I can't count th number of times I've been enticed by th movie ads n only to be disappointed 30 minutes after th show began. Sorta like this post really.. Th title was just for show haha.. Ok I'm gna concentrate on econs now...