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Friday, February 18, 2005 The problem with a career in writing is it reduces your social life to zero, zombifies, petrifies, and it really gets in the way of serious blogging action. That's why I'm now considering getting in touch with the right kind of nutjob, preferrably in and out of the asylum, and with a real knack for ruining appetites, and giving him my username and password, to wear the highly-prized mantle of anti-static. Temporarily, anyway. Until I land a career selling pots and pans door-to-door. Or a sales clerk in a 24-hour convenience store and do graveyard shifts. With so much time to kill it would be a massacre. I would blog like mad and post episodic sagas of epic lengths. And, yes, lots of my brand of war-mongering, conspiracy theories, alien sightings, cosmic anomalies and Nippon fetish updates in between..
posted by Alexis at 2:32 AM
You can blog now....my reqt's done. Hehe. DOn't stop blogging, it keeps you sane...that is, if ur not already a full-blown psycho ryt now after all the rush reqts....
I was getting comfy in the straight jacket. It's so, I don't know, conducive to meditation. You'll know I've gone postal when my work sounds like something out of my blog. Post a Comment |
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