I am - Rebecca Loos See-Through of the Day

2006

Sep

I am – Rebecca Loos See-Through of the Day

A major difference between me and a real writer is that real writers actually know how to write and get paid for it, but other than that, we’re pretty much the same fucking thing. I write about 2-12 hours a day like they do but I don’t edit my shit down like they do. They edit it down over the course of 6 months, making it tight and of quality. My problem is that I don’t edit anything and it makes each and every post garbage. Some of you love it, because you like tits and don’t actually read past the first sentence. I don’t actually want to be a writer, I do want to get paid so I was thinking that if I was to go through all my posts and edit them down maybe I’d be able to get a book deal, like a professional writer. Then I could go on book tours and a land a date with Oprah. But since it’s not really my dream and I will NEVER go to the trouble of writing a book, I am going to keep on bloggin this shit for you.

This is some slag named Rebecca Loos. I didn’t know who she was until I rocked Wikipedia….but it turns out she’s David Beckham’s assistant who he diddled while Posh was back home in the UK taking care of the kids. By taking care of the kids I mean drinking scotch and downers while yelling at the nanny to shut the little fuckers up. I assume that Loos’ tits are what Posh blames seduced Beckham, even though we all know he is gay, and that’s the reason she went out at got implants. People like Posh don’t let other people have the upper-hand, especially not if money can solve her drawbacks… I went on to write a blurb about gas chambers, rich Jews and poems that rhyme here, but it didn’t make sense here. Maybe next time I won’t edit myself down so that my 2 Jewish readers and my 1 reader with Jew Fever get mad at me. I am making no sense so just look at this whore’s semi-see-through shirt and stop complaining. Cuddles.