Total trash
I have figured out a way to score free coffee by forging names on coffee cards.
I rediscovered the Sonic Youth record, Daydream Nation.
I write for a paper where my creative integrity isn’t always recognized. I feel some sort of disconnect between myself and what I am doing. I am underappreciated, overworked, and I have lost my sense of balance. The article I recently submitted was in itself a feature on a bullshit subculture that I tore apart for rightful reasons and the disconnect I have felt with my editor over this very article might be something of permanence.
Cheers to my Journalistic prostitution and the very reason I will sell my articles in the market of freelance. Pay for my words, dickhead.
I rediscovered the Sonic Youth record, Daydream Nation.
I write for a paper where my creative integrity isn’t always recognized. I feel some sort of disconnect between myself and what I am doing. I am underappreciated, overworked, and I have lost my sense of balance. The article I recently submitted was in itself a feature on a bullshit subculture that I tore apart for rightful reasons and the disconnect I have felt with my editor over this very article might be something of permanence.
Cheers to my Journalistic prostitution and the very reason I will sell my articles in the market of freelance. Pay for my words, dickhead.