I think that it might be impossible...
So, this is my first blog, and it is mostly because I am frustrated. I have a fear that amazon reviews won't let
the title of my book SENTIMENTAL BULLS#*T be mentioned inside of the reviews. I think that the word "Bulls#*t" is blocked as profanity. As I can't review my own book it is very hard to test out my theory. It makes me think that maybe I should change the name of the book, but that makes me so sad because really I love the name of the book, it comes from my friend Avery and I back in high school when we used to joke about how much we hated "sentimental" stuff like flowers and candy and maybe even saying "I love you", at the time we thought we were so above all of that, but really I think we were both lying to ourselves, I think we both wanted those things more than we would admit. Thinking about that makes me think of how when my friend was kicked out of his house back in high school he "sold" his life to me for a glass of orange juice and the agreement was always that if I ever came out of my house and saw a glass of orange juice on the porch than I would know he died. He is still alive today, no thanks to me or my orange juice, as our friendship took us each in different directions, him into marriage and me into writing novels about how things used to be.
SENTIMENTAL BULLS#*T
the title of my book SENTIMENTAL BULLS#*T be mentioned inside of the reviews. I think that the word "Bulls#*t" is blocked as profanity. As I can't review my own book it is very hard to test out my theory. It makes me think that maybe I should change the name of the book, but that makes me so sad because really I love the name of the book, it comes from my friend Avery and I back in high school when we used to joke about how much we hated "sentimental" stuff like flowers and candy and maybe even saying "I love you", at the time we thought we were so above all of that, but really I think we were both lying to ourselves, I think we both wanted those things more than we would admit. Thinking about that makes me think of how when my friend was kicked out of his house back in high school he "sold" his life to me for a glass of orange juice and the agreement was always that if I ever came out of my house and saw a glass of orange juice on the porch than I would know he died. He is still alive today, no thanks to me or my orange juice, as our friendship took us each in different directions, him into marriage and me into writing novels about how things used to be.
SENTIMENTAL BULLS#*T
Published on March 09, 2011 20:31
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