I hate it when she makes me feel guilty. She doesn't do it on purpose, of course. But she's a much more regular blogger than I, and her writing is fucking awesome. And she's training to be a MASSAGE THERAPIST! Meanwhile, here I am, the professional writer, and I'm not producing jack!
I'm ugly.
I need chocolate.
Hold me.
2 comments:
OH PLEASE. Isn't it true that when you do something for a living it becomes more difficult to do it for fun?
(Insert prostitution joke here.)
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