Sunday, March 04, 2012
Never having to say I'm sorry?
When a writer plagiarizes himself, he's in trouble. So I'll save myself trouble by plagiarizing somebody else.
Here is something tragicomic I stole last summer from a blog titled Sex, Drugs and Bacon Sandwiches.
I is very, berry sorreeeeeeee... Forgivz me?
I’ve been a bad girl. A very, very bad girl.
Dear Los Squangeles,
We met after some random texts and a long train journey. It wasn’t long before we’d shared some scarily crazy nights out, a bed, a hangover and a hatred for crappy lesbian porn. Our friendship was cemented.
The last time I came home I promised that we’d meet to dabble in some more of the above. After you arranged to take the day off work you checked with me a squillion times and a squillion times I said I’d be there…
However, when the day came I did what I do best - A disappearing act. I got completely caught up in whatever woman I was doing at the time and totally forgot about the woman I should’ve been meeting. I was a cunt.
You sacrificed a days holiday which I’m sure you would have appreciated taking on another day, you cancelled plans with your friends and to cement my cuntness I did this to you on your birthday weekend.
I nearly wrote a paragraph of excuses but I have none that suffice.
I’m sorry. A LOT.
Sex, Drugs and Bacon Sandwiches