Well, it appears that I’m still all alone out here in bloggerland. Instead of reading your blog, I’m off clicking the “next blog” button trying to find something that is at least somewhat interesting and isn’t riddled with cuss words. And I’m not having much luck.
You know, the only thing better than getting a seventy-five dollar check in the mail for writing an essay in fifteen minutes is getting more than seventy-five dollars. But hey, I’ll take what I can get. Yeah, I got third place in the Veterans of Foreign Wars Audio Essay Contest (big deal). But like I said, there was a little cash involved. And I wrote that essay about four or five months ago for Rhetoric class, and spent a whopping fifteen minutes doing it. According to my calculations, that’s a pay rate of three hundred dollars an hour.
Not a bad deal. I think I’ve found the job for me.
In other news…well…no. There’s not really any other news. I’ll be playing guitar at TBC this week. We practiced today.
I also ate a burrito.
YOU ALL NEED TO WRITE!! Not ALL of you are in Mexico now are you? ARE YOU!?!? Kelsie, Abe, Nathan, Andrew??? Thomas is doing alright, but where are the rest of you people at?? What am I supposed to do all day long? I can’t survive off of the “next blog”. I’m suffocating inside. You’re killing me. I…I’m dying, Horatio.
I thought the ending would be funnier than this.