guh
went to club bang last night. meh. i forgot it was saturday, and that bang is on saturdays. MEH! never let a gay man loose in a room with a disco ball, you won't see him for like an hour. on the way home, emmanuel got this really great idea to scare the bjesus out of tom, since he passed out the second we got in the car...he was going to wait for a nice open stretch of the 5 and swerve into an open lane next to us, and we (besides emmanuel, me and dave) would scream like banshees like we were dying, thus waking tom up. too bad me and dave took turns falling asleep and tom heard us talking about it. damn.
i got a spot on the mira costa newspaper, as an opinion/feature writer. i choose my article subjects, and get paid $.02 a word. which is pretty decent, for a 1500 word article, considering i didn't get crap at palomar for writing. besides a slap on the wrist for using too many commas. it's not my fault that i write like i talk, and i insert commas when i would pause in a sentence...
the worst part about being a pessimist is that sometimes you're right.
i got a spot on the mira costa newspaper, as an opinion/feature writer. i choose my article subjects, and get paid $.02 a word. which is pretty decent, for a 1500 word article, considering i didn't get crap at palomar for writing. besides a slap on the wrist for using too many commas. it's not my fault that i write like i talk, and i insert commas when i would pause in a sentence...
the worst part about being a pessimist is that sometimes you're right.