I mean, really.
the everloving fuck is this?
It’s a blog.
Nobody blogs anymore.
I know, I know, so retro. Can’t help myself. I stopped blogging when everyone was doing it and then Snapchat came along and now look at me. Blogging.
But what’s the point?
I mean, what are you trying to accomplish?
OK. What is this blog about, then?
Yes, really. Or maybe pop and existentialism. But also mostly nothing.
That sounds like a really productive use of your time.
Shush, you. You’re not my real dad.
Right. Seriously, who are you.
Well, I am not going to tell you my name or anything, but I can tell you a few interesting facts about myself. For instance, that I am a copywriter, and I was born in Spain and then moved all over the planet forever and now I live in Denmark and sometimes in Prague and everywhere like, such as.
You’re kidding, right? It would take me like four keystrokes to find out your name.
Clever girl. Take a sugar.
But what if I want to get in touch with you professionally, for copywriting stuff?
You can send me a line to firstname.lastname@example.org and if you’re nice I’ll send you my portfolio and then we’ll see.
I’m out of fake questions.
Well then, bye.
(Also, if you are my real dad, sorry for all the swearing.)