The Tears of a Clown
(or as language translating website Babelfish calls it in Japanese: Damage of buffoonery teacher!)
Judging from the number of comments bursting from the seams of my last journal entry, it was just as much fun to read as it was to write. Schweet! I'm glad to see that's the case though since complaining is for people who haven't gotten their asses kicked enough times in their life.
I haven't had much to say lately since I've been pretty much tapped out on the writing front. I know that a starving child on Pluto grows a rainbow out of his ass whenever I make someone on the internet LOL, but sometimes making my journals funny is actually harder than writing a sweet-ass review of Catwoman for a news source with a readership demagraphic that you just know will take me seriously.
The dirty sluts that have been draining load after load of my hot creative juices have the potential to be pretty cool. I'm doing some sketch comedy writing for a friend of mine's radio show back home. It's loaded with local humor, and with a town full of frat boys, trustafarians and cowboys, you just know my shit is gonna be off the chizzain. So far I've done a fake commercial for a new date-rape drug, a music review and interview with an indie-rock band while pretending that I hate anything that isn't rap, and a news report about displaced cowboys that are being discriminated against by local business owners who don't want them parking their trucks and loitering in their lots. You REALLY have to be from Colorado to get the last one.
I'm also writing for an internet news site, but I'll only tell you wich one if they publish my stuff because that's my one and only superstition. My hopes aren't too high on this one since they - like I said before - have a readership that might not understand why I find You Got Served so fucking awesome.
In the meantime, I think I'll do something I've never done before, which is write testimonials for all the people I know well enough to do it for.
(or as language translating website Babelfish calls it in Japanese: Damage of buffoonery teacher!)
Judging from the number of comments bursting from the seams of my last journal entry, it was just as much fun to read as it was to write. Schweet! I'm glad to see that's the case though since complaining is for people who haven't gotten their asses kicked enough times in their life.
I haven't had much to say lately since I've been pretty much tapped out on the writing front. I know that a starving child on Pluto grows a rainbow out of his ass whenever I make someone on the internet LOL, but sometimes making my journals funny is actually harder than writing a sweet-ass review of Catwoman for a news source with a readership demagraphic that you just know will take me seriously.
The dirty sluts that have been draining load after load of my hot creative juices have the potential to be pretty cool. I'm doing some sketch comedy writing for a friend of mine's radio show back home. It's loaded with local humor, and with a town full of frat boys, trustafarians and cowboys, you just know my shit is gonna be off the chizzain. So far I've done a fake commercial for a new date-rape drug, a music review and interview with an indie-rock band while pretending that I hate anything that isn't rap, and a news report about displaced cowboys that are being discriminated against by local business owners who don't want them parking their trucks and loitering in their lots. You REALLY have to be from Colorado to get the last one.
I'm also writing for an internet news site, but I'll only tell you wich one if they publish my stuff because that's my one and only superstition. My hopes aren't too high on this one since they - like I said before - have a readership that might not understand why I find You Got Served so fucking awesome.
In the meantime, I think I'll do something I've never done before, which is write testimonials for all the people I know well enough to do it for.
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unbooya.
ahahaha!