bradleyswissman
I really would rather not write about a buffalo, but here goes nothing.
"I have already written about a damn buffalo twenty-three times!", screamed Brallaghan with utter fury, before smashing in his computer screen.
The buffalo sits on the grass, thinking about his lunch. It was grass. His lunch was grass.
"I need to rethink my meals".
That evening, he had grass with a little light balsamic and some 2004 Merlot.
writing since 2012 · 6 entries · 2 days shown up
each square is a day—lit means brallaghan showed up.
1longest streak
2days written
0entries / week
the words brallaghan reaches for
buffalograsssometimeslovealreadywrittensitslunchgreathelphatedifferentspeakwordsdisshurt