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Hey everyone!

In case you've stumbled across my new blogging project randomly, I'll introduce myself. My name is Trev. I live in Austin where I buss tables at a hipster-chic pork restaurant and try to find my voice as a writer. Lately I've been having some serious writer's block. I can't get the words out. I worry too much about every word I put down.

So here I am. I'm going to spew a lot of word vomit and just get over it. These are my unedited thoughts and musings, so don't get nit-picky with me!

Some of you may know me from my other blogs. I used to blog pretty much every day. I have a book review blog that was a finalist in a national book blogging competition last year. I haven't written anything on it for months, since April actually. It's this damn writer's block. I get so much anxiety thinking about how my words will be received.

I have problems with anxiety anyway, particularly social anxiety, something that pharmaceuticals only help marginally. So, again, here I am just trying to get over it by putting my words out there.

Not everything I think or say is going to be profound. Actually most of it is probably pretty damn inane. But so what? I'm tired of worrying, knowing that I can do this, but struggling with a blank page. 

So that's out of the way. In fact that's the most writing I've done in months. Woohoo! I guess, sorta. Small victories right?

So here's some word vomit about my day:

I had a really yummy hamburger today. There's this place called Flat Top down the street from my apartment. I walk by it pretty much every day, but I had never eaten there before.

Just a short walk and I'm there. I see two windows and a tip jar and a menu stuck to the wall. Burgers $6.25, fries $1.95 or something like that, onion rings - who cares about the price, you get the idea.

I order a cheeseburger and fries. The short, tattooed cashier in a wife-beater asks if I want a drink. I'd rather go to the gas station on the way home for a fountain drink (love that place but I'll write about it later). Do I want all the fixings? Yes, please. They will call my name when it is ready.

I take a seat on a picnic bench underneath an umbrella of Christmas lights adorning the garage ceiling. Five minutes later my order is ready. Deliciously nasty grease soaks through the paper bag. I glide home in anticipation.

The fries are OK. A little cold actually, but whatever. The burger is a double patty grease bomb with molten American cheese. It's gone in three minutes flat and I prepare for the inevitable stomach ache. It's totally worth it.

Anyway, that enough word vomit for today. I need to be getting ready for work tonight. Thanks for stopping by and feel free to leave some love in the comment section and share my post if you like.