I walk into the pub, and glance about.
Noticing only few scribes in various states of disrepair, I pour myself a coffee, and find only crumbs where I can assume the day's cookies were.
I toddles off to the paid gigs part of the site to retrieve the information to submit the marvelous culinary article I have written.
I muse as I leave "I am trying to get clips. The company that wants to hire me wants a bio. I don't feel as if I've lived yet."
Noticing only few scribes in various states of disrepair, I pour myself a coffee, and find only crumbs where I can assume the day's cookies were.
I toddles off to the paid gigs part of the site to retrieve the information to submit the marvelous culinary article I have written.
I muse as I leave "I am trying to get clips. The company that wants to hire me wants a bio. I don't feel as if I've lived yet."