<< Hoods 4 Armageddon | Main | Pieces of us, evidence of life >> December 24, 2006 >> Hush little piggy I was going to write a post complaining that I wanna be a writer for money, sorta like Carly at the Torontoist, but then I remembered. I'm on scholarship at university, where I'm supposed to be writing essays. Essentially these guys are giving me money to write academia, which I've incidentally done quite a poor job of, so maybe I should just shut the fuck up. I could maybe justify complaining if I had a job writing about how tasty bacon is, or where bacon comes from, or different kinds of bacon, or how bacon can be used to trap cockroaches in its fatty coils. Seriously, if you have that job you should just go ahead and apply at the Torontoist RIGHT NOW. Oh yeah, it's Christmas pretty soon. Enjoy! You'll be giving gifts for love and Jesus, receiving them from consumerism and Santa, and going to bed early for Boxing Day sales (love of consumerism, screw the characterizations). Posted by Chris at 02:06 AM >> Commentations (4)
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