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Today my lady coworker gave me (unasked for, if this does not become apparent) 3 books. What Color is Your Parachute?, The Art of Interviewing, and last and certainly least, Prosperity Pie by someone named "Sark" which, and I shit you not, consisted entirely of unintelligible scribble writing and crude drawings. Somehow this ended up on the New York Times Best-Seller's List.

This is behind only Stuff on My Cat in terms of things that make me want to obtain a gun license soley so that I can purchase a gun and put in my mouth and blow my brains out all over my cat.

These people write for a living and I spend my days printing letters from someone who oppose the death penalty because she could tell her dentist was feeling her up when she was under anesthesia for a root canal? And then smearing toner all over my white pants when my printer craps out from having to print 500 copies of it? Yeah? This is what I suffer endlessly for? Good to know.


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Jun. 18th, 2009 04:37 pm (UTC)
If you made a book out of your livejournal posts, I'd read it (making certain not to drink a beverage at the same time - 'cause I'd ruin the page with my spit-take)...so I can only imagine how entertaining an "actual" novel would be.

Dooooo it!

Jun. 19th, 2009 01:07 am (UTC)
it'll come with a warning not to drink anything while reading. except hard alcohol, of course. you'll need that.
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