It's really weird that when I spend the day at my desk at work thinking baout coming home and writing, when I actually sit down to write, I have issues getting the words out. I feel like it's because I've actually thought about it too much. Oy. What a way to begin.
Anyway...so introduction: I'm Sara. Sara Anne. See, some people find this really hard. There is no 'h' on the end of Sara. Why should there be? It's just an extra letter. But people invariably add it. Even when it's written down for people to copy, they still ask me if there is an 'h' at the end of my name. Though you're probably like, then why add the 'e' to Anne? You know what? I've seen 'Ann'...and it just looks, well...naked. So anyway, I'm 24, an aspiring writer who works at a job somewhat reminiscent of Office Space (just enough for my co-worker to come over and say 'what's happening' to make him and me crack up)...it's not a bad line of work, though it is in an office. I also volunteer at a theatre near my Brooklyn apt and enjoy that much more than the job I actaully get paid to do. But I get paid. So I shouldn't complain. Not really.
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