Grand Lake inspirations

I suppose I haven't been doing the writing thing to the level I've crafted my own stories and editorials in my own head---I'm the most prolific writer there ever was, if only I would write it down or type it in---sometimes I hate myself for my ineffective follow through with most things--it's hard managing all the dreams I have with the limits of really nothing but cash I suppose. The time I seem to have is definitely not minimal in my days as of the past month--from March until June I was working 7 days a week between my day job and a job I had as a waitress at Gumbos--a little restaurant owned by an even tinier man who sucks and I got to tell him so on my last day. One of those epic types of talking to that was just as effective as shitting on your boss' desk, which maybe only some of us have wished at one point in our lives or another. Currently my boss at the travel company kicks ass and I would never shit on his desk, but you get my drift. Said in the exchange, or really said in my goodbye--not necessarily in this ...