PLEASE REVIEW THIS POST VERY CAREFULLY BEFORE LEAVING ME ANONYMOUS BULLSHIT, YOU FUCKING DINGUS MORON. THANK YOU.
your personal and however-misinformed opinion(s) of me and / or my blog based entirely off of what you seem to think you know about me and / or my work from the goddamn fucking internet is so irrelevant that not even your mother gives a shit.
you think i’m annoying, obnoxious, whiny, or stupid?? please take a spot in line along with the rest of the ignorant bitches waiting for me to give a fuck.
you think i’m ugly?? cool. me too.
you think my writing or my photos are shitty?? i don’t care. i don’t care one bit because you’re not the person signing the checks that come for me every month. obviously i’m not too terrible if i keep getting major assignments and hired at magazines and websites for freelancing. you know what?? let’s branch off from this topic right here.
MY WRITING: it’s not for everyone and i am not in the slightest bit apologetic for that. the people who are meant to get it, do. my words are all i feel like i have sometimes. if you don’t like the things i have to say, don’t fucking read it and don’t buy the fucking books when they’re published. it really is that simple. if you think i am ‘unqualified’ to interview your favourite bands and musicians because of your dumb i-still-act-like-i’m-in-high-school jealousy issues, go to the aquarian weekly website and email my boss. his name is JJ and i’m sure he’d love to tear you a new asshole just as much as i would.
MY PHOTOS: photography is a hobby for me. it is something i do for fun. i didn’t take my trust fund and my hundred dollar scholarship that i won in some contest in 11th grade to a prestigious art school like you because to be honest, it is not what i’m most passionate about. it’s really cool that you take emotionless photos of flowers and zoo animals. i shoot bands the same ways they were shot in the 60’s and 70’s, before your billion techniques. i don’t follow rules and i don’t read instruction manuals, but i assure you i’m doing just fine. worry about your own shit.
that’s it. i’m fucking done. if you have a fucking problem with me, take it up with your local congressman.
(Source: lifeinthearctic)