SFD — that’s me
I recently went to my first writers conference (virtually). What did I learn? I’m a shitty writer.
Blogging has its own set of problems.
I recently went to my first writers conference (virtually). What did I learn? I’m a shitty writer.
“Chacha,” an anonymous and apparently literary genius of the internet, gave this bullshit it’s first “real” bad review.
Talking shit about your “friends” on the internet should be endorsed by the American Psychological Association — it’s a great sanity check.
I learned recently that several fathers have let their children read this Bullshit. I’m seriously thinking about calling Child Protective Services.
I hate the health care system just for treating me like a child, but this week my writer friend Sean is really fucked — or whatever anglo-saxon swear word you can wrap around having a rock stuck in your urethra.
I bumped into the shaming couple in the third world club the other night. They asked one simple question. They didn’t like my answer.
I finally conceded. Nobody reads anymore, so I created a video page. https://kieranbullshit.com/videos-lewis-black/
I know they are trying to be helpful and sell me a little something I might need, but these god damn articles about “marketing” my blog just sound fucking stupid when applied to this “Bullshit.”
I went down some fucking rabbit hole on the internet and ended up on this post: The 5 Most Powerful Words in the English Language. I’m calling bullshit on this whole thing.
I’ve been writing this bullshit for two-and-a-half-years. Jesus, I could have had a master’s degree by now. In those 30 months, I’ve gone from 5 to about 8 readers. Following how my god damn generation raised all these douchebags, when you hit 8 participants, it’s time to present the participation trophies.
The joke continues. Rants and Swears “re-nominated me” for a Sunshine Award.
There’s some shit for bloggers called a “Sunshine Award.” It’s for those who exhibit:
Positivity
Creativity
Sunshine
I know what you are thinking… and fuck you I could spread Sunshine…
Fucking 57-years-old and what do you get? Another participation trophy and deeper in debt.
People have found this Bullshit in some pretty fucked up ways.
I know it probably won’t work, but I’m signing up for surgery.
I’ve combined advil and tylenol. I’ve done the physical therapy, the braces and the weird shots of sugar and bacteria — or spun out particles of my own blood.
Left knee got better. Right knee got worse.
10 decades of thought
By Pam R.
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