Last evening I had harped long enough, and my mother finally drove me to The Eyeglass Shoppe for new glasses. My eyes had been examined way back in March, so I actually could've ordered frames then had I not been such a dickweed and worn contact lenses to the appointment. But because I didn't, trying on prospective specs was pointless, as I couldn'
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I don't think I could ever be your primary editor, because we're too close, and I take editing very seriously. When you critique a friend's, family member's or lover's work, they often become defensive, even if you're really trying to help (i.e. your rewrite of my grad. school essay or my recent slaughter of B.'s Pitt personal statement). Plus, you never let anybody read your stuff, and that's why you always hand in crap.
My new spectacles will most likely be ready Fri. or Sat., so maybe if you can finangle a car again you can see them this very weekend. I won't count on anything, though, because expecting two weekend trips in a row is selfish.
I need to start writing seriously as well. I'm going to devote a set time every morning to writing. Perhaps a schedule of a new topic every other day, with the in-between days allotted for revising? The Crooked Truth ( ... )
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If this was my first impression what a journalist is, I would've started writing immediately and would be getting my Ph.D. as we speak.
Where did you find this...this...I NEED TO HAVE IT!
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you are a good man, even though you HATE CHRIS GAINES/GARTH BROOKS.
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