Now I’m over it
I was writing, and really trying to just concentrate and get the fucking clown out of my head.
Words like weak, boring, and talentless kept ringing out for each sentence I wrote. So I finally said ENOUGH, and googled her email address. I didn’t find much, but I found her blog.
At last post she’s going to be working for Andersen Cooper, it didn’t help. Then I found out that she’s only interning, I started to feel slightly better. Then I found out she was 29 and interning, then I felt a lot better (isn’t it time you got a real job patches?).
Then as I read on, I found her to be very fucking arrogant. Her writing style wasn’t so hot either. Actually it’s also quite boring. It’s like watching paint dry kind of boring.
How boring? She wrote about snails and Barry fucking Manilow.
I’m not kidding.
Oh she’s also a vegitarian. So was Hitler. In fact there are only two good vegitarians in the world (and I’m still not entirely sure) M., and Irania, and when Irania left for her new job I turned her old desk to a veal pen that would make her a carnivore by proxy.
So now I feel lots better. I deleted all traces of that fucking email, and I’ll drink to get rid of the memories.
November 29th, 2006 at 1:42 am
The only problem with drinking to forget the memories: as soon as you sober up the memories come flooding back.
Your successes are a much better remedy for forgetting bad memories.
And they will come!
I have no worries about that!