the boyfriend said I should think about a career as a writer. he thinks I could write for creative loafing one day in my not so distant future.
and as silly as it may seem...
its an interesting thought.
an opportunity such as this might fulfill my top secret desire to land a job with the promise of my very own cubicle.
the sad part is... I'm not kidding... at all! and it's extremely likely this strange obsession stems from my disgusting addiction to the lolcat website, monday through friday.
i dream of one day... disguising my very own little 8ft x 8ft home away from home as a secret fortress or a private mini-jungle.
yay for setting high standards!
my dream bubble is soon destroyed violently when I realize that I am NOT a writer!
I, don't, know, how, to, properly, use, a, comma,, and don't ever ask me where to place a semi-colon! that sort of language should be reserved for the bedroom only!
i use this "..." way too often and i dont even know what that's called.
i write this blog as if I were speaking. every sentence is either a fragment or a run-on and I think it's obvious I have issues with capital letters... if there are any in my entries, it's because my iPod is a communist... a capitalizing communist?? okay maybe not.
either way, I would never claim to be a legit writer. people would laugh in my face.:;;,,." most importantly... I am only truly skilled in the art of criticism. i go completely blank when faced with a writing assignment for school... but I'll passionately proclaim my disapproval of any noun imaginable! (that's right... any person, place, thing, or idea I dislike... I'll verbally destroy... no I don't have self esteem issues... what ever do you mean?)
if creative loafing were hiring based solely on cynicism and bitterness alone... I'd be a shoe-in!
what else would I write about??
I'd much rather rant on about how much I hate the jersey shore douchebags than gush over the latest trends in fashion and all that nonsense.
just a thought.
had to share.
next time I might recount my newest accomplishment I like to call "watching/ photographing a baby human person come out of my best friend's no-nos"
until then...
peace out
and as silly as it may seem...
its an interesting thought.
an opportunity such as this might fulfill my top secret desire to land a job with the promise of my very own cubicle.
the sad part is... I'm not kidding... at all! and it's extremely likely this strange obsession stems from my disgusting addiction to the lolcat website, monday through friday.
i dream of one day... disguising my very own little 8ft x 8ft home away from home as a secret fortress or a private mini-jungle.
yay for setting high standards!
my dream bubble is soon destroyed violently when I realize that I am NOT a writer!
I, don't, know, how, to, properly, use, a, comma,, and don't ever ask me where to place a semi-colon! that sort of language should be reserved for the bedroom only!
i use this "..." way too often and i dont even know what that's called.
i write this blog as if I were speaking. every sentence is either a fragment or a run-on and I think it's obvious I have issues with capital letters... if there are any in my entries, it's because my iPod is a communist... a capitalizing communist?? okay maybe not.
either way, I would never claim to be a legit writer. people would laugh in my face.:;;,,." most importantly... I am only truly skilled in the art of criticism. i go completely blank when faced with a writing assignment for school... but I'll passionately proclaim my disapproval of any noun imaginable! (that's right... any person, place, thing, or idea I dislike... I'll verbally destroy... no I don't have self esteem issues... what ever do you mean?)
if creative loafing were hiring based solely on cynicism and bitterness alone... I'd be a shoe-in!
what else would I write about??
I'd much rather rant on about how much I hate the jersey shore douchebags than gush over the latest trends in fashion and all that nonsense.
just a thought.
had to share.
next time I might recount my newest accomplishment I like to call "watching/ photographing a baby human person come out of my best friend's no-nos"
until then...
peace out
