I was going to blog about my last two days' exploits with strange, older women, but that will have wait, because...
I got into Columbia's MFA Program!
Now to celebrate in appropriate San Franciscan fashion.
Manservants, ready my grapes, my concubines, my performancing monkey troupe!
I thirst! For life!
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Let me be the first to hurl my congratulations at you!
*hurl*
Robb, let me be the first to catch your hurled congrats.
*catch*
Benny, consider this your future source to all things literati and gossipy.
New York is an Apple and I intend to eat it. Although I hope it's not an omen that I'm allergic to them. Apples, I mean.
Nice alternative-ending post. Did that come extra with the Directors Cut DVD edition of "Yellow Redneck Blues"?
LOL--what post are you talking about? This one?
(And when I say "LOL", I mean "smiling slightly because I'm at work".)
Guess I'm going CRAZY. But I could have sworn that I saw something about apples with capital a's.....
"I sit down at my computer and check Yellow Redneck Blues. My subscription to this blog costs me zero dollars annually, but I burn $1500 per month in a bucket that I have written the letters 'YRB' on to make myself feel better about it. I had previously written a comment in which I made fun of the author for posting nearly identical comments that had alternative last lines and it was fucking hilarious, and I fully expect to see a response. A blanket of terror blackens the room when I see that, not only has the double comment been removed but I am now being mocked openly by the author. I throw the laptop against the wall across the room and it shatters, the screen splintering into long fragments that I make a mental note to use to torture the vegan hippie hardbody that I have tied up on my bed. I like the way that the ruined laptop looks on my authentic oriental rug ($50,000 from Bergdork Goodman) and this calms me down a little."
Your command of that voice is beginning to frighten me, Robb. Get help, or start a new blog told strictly in that voice. Call it "United States Normal Person".
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