There are no right angles in my life

Slow day at the office. It's been a while since I've said that.

So I really like writing about nothing in particular. Just anything that pops in my head. Weird thing is, I can really only do that here. If I try to write at home, I get nervous. Which is strange, b/c I'm the only person reading it. But when I'm here writing for tens of people, it kind of just flows out of me, without much thought (apparantly....does anyone remember the big underwear story of 2004?) I think I put too much pressure on myself. Every so often I'll see a movie or read a book or even an article and be so impressed it inspires me to want to write something so great. However, as soon as I sit down to try, nothing comes out. If anything does, it's pure sh*t. Or sometimes I'll write something and think "This is the greatest thing ever written!" then I'll read it a few more times and suddenly I want to slit my wrists (figuartively speaking) b/c it's so awful. Am I a perfectionist who's never reached perfection and probably doesn't have the potential to? Okay, I take that back. I'll cut down on the negativity. I know what it is- I compare myself to other people way too much. That's it. Yes, mystery solved.
R.