Famous... but not really

I read Tao Lin's blog this morning and it made me want to become a famous writer. I thought that if people like my stuff I could publish a book or two. Then people would buy them. And I would make money doing that instead of having a real job. I'm pretty lazy. I don't think a real job and me would work out for a long period of time. Or maybe it will. Who knows.

A story that I wrote got accepted to Monkeybicycle yesterday. It's not up yet, but when it is I'll provide a link. No worries.

Maybe one day people will see my name and think "He's a good writer. I like him."

I would like that a lot.

It's very nice out today, so I think I'll ride my bike to the beach.

My dog was just chillin in the grass outside in the backyard and a fly flew by and he chomped it right out of mid-air. It was pretty rad.

Beach time.