As the multitude of readers who have been eagerly anticipating this blog know, I am currently finishing up my MA at the University of Exeter. Loyal would-be readers also surely must be informed of the fact that I cyber-frequent SLAMonline.com, which has just gifted a column to one Max Airington, who apparently shot J.R. back in the day. Although these two facts, common knowledge to all my fans, may not seem connected, they actually are, dumbass. Sorry to insult you, dear reader. I promise I won’t do that from now on. Unless you happen to enjoy the Ike/Tina dynamic.
But I digress. As the pangs of jealousy I felt towards Monsieur Airington threatened to consume my very core, I realized that much of the excess acid produced by the stomachs of graduate students everywhere is the product of envy. Maybe envy is too simple. Envy with a heap of insecurity. Of course, my legions of fans know that I am a writer superior not only to the inconsequential little Airington, and his superiors Sam Rubenstien and Lang Whittaker (that’s how your names SHOULD be spelled, fellas), but also to literary giants such as Miguel de Cervantes, Charles Dickens, Walt Whitman and Stephon Marbury. But not everyone is as self-assured as I.
In any case, dear reader, I hope you enjoy my rage-filled diatribes, infused as they are with humor, fury and gentle wisdom. I swear I love you. Bitch. Sorry, baby.
August 7, 2007 at 9:07 pm
why am i posting here? oh yeah i remember i clicked the orange button. BYe Bye Tariq
August 7, 2007 at 11:56 pm
Tariq, if you keep up the crazyiness in your posts, you’ll have a continued viewer with me. And once you get off the soccer tip, and catch the football, b-ball train, I’ll be on board even more. There is only one soccer nation, and that title belongs to…….Italy. You better recognize.