First off, my brother Trav is in town and I joined the revolution. I now have a lappy...no more of my diseased up pc that takes almost as long to upload as it does for Paula Abdul to form a complete sentence. Yay for that!
Now i hired summer help. two are really cool, one isn't. He already missed a day, Fucks off. So today he tells me that some lady that I bought a quilt from don't like me. At all. I was like so?
He was like she said your writing is bland and you have nothing to talk about.
I was like well I do WRITE on the OPINION page andI don't give a fuck what she thinks, I don't even know her. She don't have to read it.
He was like I didn't mean to ruin your day.
I was like Why would it ruin my day, everyone has their own opinion and I don't write for her.
I write for me.
*in my mind I bitch slapped him*
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