You know what i just realized I can't stand? Sumac trees. I'm not referring to poison sumac, which is unrelated, but those stupid-ass pseudo-tropical looking trees that grow literally everywhere. they ruin everything, and I just can't say why. They almost seem like they aren't real. Went to the mountains with my girl and we found a really beautiful lookout spot over the Youghiogheny river (the spellcheck for that word suggested I was trying to spell "toughener") and I swear to god the otherwise beautiful view was just about ruined by a large grove of sumac trees right in front of us. It's like, get a job, you ugly trees. Stop growing everywhere. You're dumb.

Anyway, learning the ropes with editing and whatnot. Apparently, the stories gotsta be approved by Ron before I edit. Woops, I guess that actually makes a lot of sense. Learning, dammit, learning! But anyway, still chugging along with my as yet untitled story. I realized that as a writer, I hate having to come up with proper nouns. Don't care about the story title, don't care about the name of the company or the city, don't care about the names of any of the characters. I named the dude "Keith" fer chrissakes. I really hope whoever edits it (well, fingers crossed for approval of course) can fill in the blanks with better stuff. Developing the romance angle, though. Trying to stretch my wings as a writer, which I haven't done in forever.

And of course the never-ending saga of finding new Emotobooks readers on the net. My twitter has become a beautifully bloated beast. Also, enjoy this song. The Boys are among the most underrated first wave punk bands, along with The Urinals.