Lately I do not write as much as they do not know the reason for this. No, not for lack of inspiration, those awkward moments where I see my fuel involved remain creative and do not see an end to the energy reserve. I still stumble when attempting to walk so sexy in front of a handsome stranger, I fall asleep in the middle of yoga class to wake up with my own snoring and I am the youngest person and less graceful in my class of pipe (I need to consider new career options and this journalism, film and photography are not giving). You see I am still able to create situations worthy of a laugh, a smile. Maybe it's because of twitter, now I have trouble writing anything longer than 140 characters, an example of this is the autobiography he asked me yesterday to Mural.
"The subject is not ready to perform an audit of your life, ask again in 10 years material"
