Well, I don't get paid to write here. Not yet. I don't get paid to write anywhere. It sucks, but that's life. I mean, I can barely spell anyway. Who's gonna pay me to write hogwash bric-a-brack? Yeah, no one I've met. Yet.
In the meantime I've been whoring my self out. Not just here. Not just for the evil empire I slave for for at $8.50 an hour. I do it for nothing for an alternative weekly that you, even outside of Puddletown, can read. You might even be able to find the bits I've written over the past two months if you click carefully. I've done two attributed snips. And gobs of little things not much longer than my name,and thus not attribution. But, I've accomplished what I came here to do, and that was to get a byline. I've been published again! That and an internship will get you a cup of coffee, is what I've learned. And not much else. As of yet, you say, you optimistic reader.
Thank you.
Oh, find my time-consuming sentence construction, along with loads of other writing by people actually getting paid on a simple, easy to remember site with lots of w's.
www.wweek.com
It's free. And it's not for long. Internship up March 1. Then, they'll have to pay me. Or then, I'll come back here to the nice warm blanket of unedited, uncommented (few exceptions), blog o mine. Please feel free to comment here, or on the weekly newspaper website. E-mail, call, or talk to me on the street. Mention for how much I'm loved and mean to the small world of afterthoughts.
Couldn't be here without each and every one of you. Until next time my cyber sidekicks...
1 comment:
My dear friend Brian e-mail this:
dude
I tried to put a comment up... but it didn't work...
so did you get to rate the escorts?
Sorry Brian. I haven't visited an escort in years. No wait, ever. And if I did, I might blog about her, but a rating system is out of the question. I mean, I've got nothing to compare her to. Except your mom, of course. Classic Burn.
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