Oh, so, you know who I'm sick of now? Writers. What a bunch of jerks. Write, write, write.
"My story is soooo good. Look at where I got published. Really, I'm a very nice person, but I also have an extrememly deep core. Look, all I want to do is write. And I'm friends with writers. I'm in a writer's community. I relate with writers."
Just shut up already, would you? Keep on convincing yourself you're important because no one reads anything but stupid useless shallow blogs and the channel guide.
Julia - 1:27 PM
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
God, I'm such a bad blogger. I have this thing called life, and it takes up so much time, you know? So, like I can't spend as much time on the blog, you know, writing about what happens in my life. Like, I actually have friends, and see people and have a job where I can't be online all day long, and I have to clean the kitty litter and mop the floor and remove the dead cat from the side of the road that I saw get run over the other night while I was taking out the garbage, and I have to feed the birds, and myself and my husband. And my cat, who likes ham and is not dead in a bag in the dumpster at work, like that other cat I was talking about.
You know, it goes on and on.
Julia - 1:16 PM
