Today a clown called me talentless
So today I’m due for workshop numero dos. I get an email from someone I have class with, her name is racheal, and I hate her. Maybe she’s a nice person, but she was a clown. I hate clowns, when I see one I feel like I was raped everytime. Even if they’re ex-clowns, it doesn’t matter. Once you’re a clown you’re always a clown, and you deserve to be sent to a horrible fucked up work camp.
God smiles when clowns suffer.
I expect the usual crap but this one takes be completely by surprise. Essentially she destroyed me, I mean destroyed. I don’t think she left a single word untouched, I don’t think she liked any details or
plot. She even hated the characters.
Fucking clown.
Fucking fucking clown.
When it was said and done she ended it with…
if you ever wish to be serious in this field in any way, you need to present yourself as at least reasonably knowledgeable in the tools of the profession
Ow. I felt like that a 800 pound gorrila with a donkey dick violated me. Actually come to think of it, that is a rather good physical description of her.
So what really made my night, was that the teacher gave her the floor for literally 15 minutes just repeat everything.
I wish I didn’t run out of pain killers.
