Say good things about me, folks ...
So I applied for a gig as a proofreader with a company outta N.J. (for my Canadian friends, that would be "New Jersey" -- East Coast, birthplace of my all-time favorite musician, Sir Bruce Springsteen). Required with the application was a short bio to relay what I interpreted to be "human information," not just regurgitation of one's resume. I gave them the blog addy to show that I have a life, though I'm sorta thinkin' it might backfire when they see that I really DON'T have a life but rather an incurable case of verbal dysentery.Wow. That was totally gross.
Ah, what the heck. At least they'll see I'm not your average duck and that I DO make cute kids.
Speaking of, I think Kendon is on top of the television cabinet again. Gotta jet.
Did I mention it's DOG CLASS night?? Oh, joy. *ho hum* Maybe I'll take the AlphaSmart and get ready for NaNoWriMo ... any buggin' novelists out there who're gonna take the plunge? Fourteen days and countin', baby!
posted by JSY @ 4:27 PM
2 Comments:
Verbal dysentery, definately worse than just plain ol' dihareah. However you spell that blasted word. Basically we're talking shit, right? :)
Not you're stuff though. You're funny. I'm saying that with my lower lip tucked up over my upper teeth. Seee......
Ws that bugging novelists or budding novelists. and which category do I fit in? :)
Chrissy without the 'e' this time, just to shake things up a bit.
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