I’m trying to leverage my Australian accent and fading looks into meeting a rich lady.
I wish I’d dress better and make more of an effort.
I know I’m a troll and the stakes are low.
Perhaps it is the microbes in this warm Africa-like environment I live in that induce lassitude?
I want a woman who will do all the work like the ladies of Africa while I sit around and write out my feelings. Some of those broads can give birth in the field and get right back to pulling the plow. Not many Jewish chicks I meet with good plow skills.
At heart, I’m a dilettante. I even steal my self-descriptions. I just have a tourist understanding.
If I had to choose between a job where I surfed the web for $18 an hour versus $25 an hour for actual work, I fear to tell you which I’d choose.
I need to rebrand. How about? I am one of the fastest-growing online publishers, focused on lifestyle brands that connect with passionate audiences. I am solving the problem of developing high-value digital journalism, storytelling, and brand advertising at scale.
Everything at LF, from the way it covers its subjects, the journalists it hires and the content management systems on which it produces news, is optimized for the current age.
By leaving mainstream companies, I am often able to get my own hands on the button to publish, which is exciting and gratifying. Wheeee! Be right back.
* Last night I made the mistake of watching the documentary “Schooled” (about paying college athletes) before going to bed and it got me so intellectually aroused and morally furious that I couldn’t sleep. Finally, seeking to put my mind and conscience to rest, I got up and watched a documentary on the Bhopal disaster (which killed thousands of Indians) and then I managed to doze off.
