Posted by Layla Winterborne on Thursday, 24 September, 2009 @ 9:04 pm
Check Craigslist on any given day, and I can guarantee that you will find at least two people who are looking for “assistant writers” or just a writer in general…someone who would be willing to sit at Starbucks for 6 hours and pen out their “life story”.
Because I’ve been there, man. I’ve SEEN things. And, you know, EVERYONE tells me that I’ve lived such an interesting life and, you know, I HAVE…and I just need someone who will write my story…or help me write it, because I’ve FUCKING BEEN THERE. Here…here’s the address to my blog where you can read some of my story…
And then, you actually visit their fucking blog and find something like this:
“angels and demons and bullshit”
Dan Brown’s body lies a moulderin’ in his grave
Dan Brown’s body lies a moulderin’ in his grave
Dan Brown’s body lies a moulderin’ in his grave
his tombstone hides a code!
every letter is a number
put them all in reverse order
add fifteen to every other
then write a shitty book!
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steel upon marble
kisses that grind out blue sparks
wear out even gods
kisses that grind out blue sparks
wear out even gods
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vanity license plate I want: LCNS PLT
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e-mail address I want: no_underscore@(whatever).com
That’s pretty deep, bro.
And, you know, the stories are always the same. I was made fun of in Jr. High because I was fat/had acne/was in band/had a bad haircut/my dad was the principal…and then, of course, High School wasn’t THAT bad but I was SO SMART that I failed all of my classes because I just couldn’t STAAAAND to listen to my dumbass of a teacher drone on and on and on about Frost when we ALL know that the cedars represent society and blah blah blah.
