x. ha. take that music snobs.

I've reached the portion of the month where I no longer feel self conscious for sitting in an empty hotel room eating lukewarm Chinese food and blaring Will Smith music while I type. The portion of the month where I have to remind myself that there's no need for separating compound words in everyday writing, and that spelling is indeed something to be concerned about when writing non-novel information.
Embrace the stereotypes, people. Live them.

x. just go ahead now.

Booyah. Never underestimate the power of 90s pop, my friends. Ever.