1. Wednesday, February 11, 2004

    i had a phone interview with a big company today 

    it was a job where i would blog for a living. i think i fucked up.

    its hard to answer their questions and not seem too cool for school but isnt that what youre supposed to do?

    first question that i fucked up on was when the guy asked me if i considered what i did on my blog what i would do on their blog. i responded in a sorta flippant way.

    i said, are you going to pay me to lie about my life and put up pictures of hot girls?

    he said no. we want you to write about our projects.

    i said ok then i suppose my blog wont be anything like the blog that you fellas want.

    there was some silence on the phone and some whispering.

    have i told you that the only time one should whisper is when one is in the bed with another?

    it is.

    i dont think i got the job.

    i dont think i want to work for someone who doesnt understand me perfectly. not that thats ever happened before. recently.

    im a little weary of people who want blogs on their corporate site who dont truly understand what blogs are for. people who want them just cuz their daughters tell them that theyre cool. they are cool.

    im sure they will have a blog. one day. and a good one.

    it just wont be any time soon.

    and i doubt i will write it.

    and if i do theyre going to have to pay me so much its gonna hurt.

    fucked up thing about hollywood is the only time some people respect you is if you have a high rate and stand firm with it.

    it doesnt mean that youre any good. it just means you know how to be stubborn.

    me, i just want to write well.

    live well.

    rock well.

    and fuck tons.

    and you wish i wrote like this for your silly little corporate blog that you want your daughter to read.