You're a joke. I don't know why I waste time with you. You lack substance and relevance. Nobody reads you. Nobody cares what you say.
Your words are simple and lame. A third grader could write you.
I was reading old blogs I wrote (I'd written? Grammar Avenger? Help?) in college and they rocked. Then, it occurred to me that I might very well be washed up at age 25.
Where's the passion? Has advertising stifled my creativity or just tightened up my sentences?
I don't know... I do know that omitting curse words from my blog has made it sound silly and romantic. But then again, I am silly and romantic. Just not passionate, apparently.
Whatever, Blog. You suck. I hate you. You're worthless.
Please die,
Me
About Me
- Me
- I'm a writer. I get paid to sentence words together in ways that make them sound pretty. Sometimes I feel like such a fraud.
3 comments:
you're cute.
Dear Me,
I love your blog.
What an innovative idea.
Goddamnit, why didn't I have it?!?!?!
Love, Krissyface
I'd go with "I'd written" in this situation.
I need some sort of comma-shaped signal in the sky so that I don't end up replying to cries for help weeks late.
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