morbidium's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pay ME! Well, seems one of my favorite Diarylanders, Porktornado, is now getting paid to make people laugh while making fun of big, fat assed, slobs like Michael Moore, and talking about how he tortures his cat whilst she has large love affairs with the tv remote, a hammer and the latest crush, the telephone handset. What does this mean to me? Not a fucking thing. I don't know him, I just read him, and I can continue to read him at Atlanta Illustrated. Am I jealous? Fuck yes! Why? 'Cus he's getting paid for this shit now. And because he gets 2,000 hits a day on his journal, and not all from raging psychopaths, who want to molest little children either. I'm jealous for the same reason any other blogger who gave a shit about what they write would be. Because I know no one wants to read my shit. And if they do then they are psychologically damaged. And I also know no one would offer me money to write this crap, they'd find some fucking rich, alcoholic bastard to do it. I'm not rich, I'm white trash and I know it. I live in the projects for fuck's sake. Not to mention, if my state had a magazine like Atlanta Illustrated, I'd be afraid to write in it. Why? Simple. I've talked shit about everyone I know and about 700 people I don't know. Including my family, kids, friends, and Michael Moore. I've bashed most everyone who'd even give a fuck to read what I wrote. So, I'm kind of glad we don't have one. But if we did, some redneck, beer swiller would be writing this shit, not me. So, to Pork I say, kudos, couldn't have happened to a nicer fella.... fucker..... 2:27 p.m. - July 14, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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