For like the first time ever,
I thought I thought of something super original!
I was like, you know, just drinking my coffee,
listening to Fripp & Eno
when I thought of something
that I thought was mad brillz
(via Twitter hashtags, I think of brillz shit all the time
but it usually isn’t a smushed phrase preceded by a #).
Turns out some fucking CAT beat me to it ten hours ago!!!
FUCK! IS THERE ANY ROOM TO BE ORIGINAL IN THIS WORLD?!
The answer is no.
I wasn’t unique enough for *GoogleAds
& I’m not unique enough for hashtags.
I just need to start a band with the word “wolf” in it now.
Whatever. I don’t care.
I don’t need ads or tags to make me feel good about myself.
I have a fucking push up bra, alright, I’m going to be just fine!!!
[Currently Listening 2 Kanye West]
*For all you new readers, I was denied GoogleAds awhile ago because my content “wasn’t unique enough”. That’s literally what the email said. Like fucking Google has any fucking idea what “unique” is with their super “unique” roofing Ads. Fucking assholes.
If it makes you feel any better, I legitimately thought you had made the hash tag up. And I thought, ‘whoa, this girl is clever’.
And then I thought ‘Cinnamon Toast Krunk’.
I LEGITIMATELY THOUGHT I MADE IT UP TOO!
so thank you.
I’m taking this opportunity to say I JUST came up with #SnackBandNames.
Vampire WheatThins, Sunchips Rubdown, Zola Cheezits?
Ugh, I really wanted to incorporate Bon Iverde into a burrito joke, but I couldn’t think of band names for tortilla, beans, or rice.
Oh duh, Ra Ra Rice and St. Beans-cent. All wrapped in a… Tortilla y Moi….
Jesus.
DUDE. DUDE. I CO-SIGN ALL OF THIS. BOTH COMMENTS. YOU’RE A GENIUS!