writing bad stories I have made a discover and no, sadly it is not of the shinny kind. This discover is the desire that, well, I want to write, and I actually am writing.

I went to this little art supply store near the Roman Spanish Steps two days ago and bought myself another lovely little Moleskine for the sole purpose of filling it with horrible writings and crazy ideas. I write down all the weird and normal things that are Rome, trying to build up a good source of details. This is my thing now. My purpose in Rome. I finally feel I can live through my Roman experience as I now have a purpose, or something like that.

Last night I wrote this story about a woman who was sleeping with this guy who has bunions. Yes. Bunions. I don't know why, but that's what I wrote...and it makes me laugh everytime I think about it. So even though nothing will probably ever come of this story, I find it incredibly funny.  ¶ 12:46 PM