Stylin’ on Sirius
A couple days ago a new reader emailed me and said he heard about my blog on the radio.
The radio. THE MOTHERFUCKING RADIO. And not just any crap radio, but on Sirius sate-fucking-llite radio.
Duuuuuude. That is swank.
DO NOT COPY MY STUFF
There is some bitch out there copying my stuff. I can’t find an email address for her but she seems to be quite the frequent visitor because she has copied several of my posts onto her blog WITH NO MENTION THAT SOMEONE ELSE WROTE IT.
Bitch, seriously. Grow up. You’re middle-aged. You should know better than to copy someone else’s work. I’m flattered that you like my stuff enough to try to pass it off as yours, except that I’m royally pissed. WRITE YOUR OWN SHIT.
I’m Not a Stalker, I Swear
When I went apartment shopping a couple weeks ago, I met a really hot guy who happened to be the leasing agent at one of the complexes. I fancied him something fierce. When I decided to put a deposit down at another complex, I rejoiced by calling up Hot Leasing Agent to ask him out. And of course by “ask him out,” what I really mean is “please eat ME out.”
