Childhood Ambitions
HoratioFellatio writes:
"At the tender age of 13, my little hairless clockweights squirted their first dose of testosterone into my blood stream. The result was a mental alarm clock shouting, 'I NEED TO LOOK AT GIRL'S FANNIES.' I reasoned that if I became a Gynaecologist, I'd get to look at fannies all day.
"It was only when I reached the age of about 16 and learnt about STD's and yeast infections that I realised I'd only ever get to see diseased ones."
Tell us about your childhood career ambitions and the moment at which your aspirations crumbled into a pile of broken dreams.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2007, 12:02)
HoratioFellatio writes:
"At the tender age of 13, my little hairless clockweights squirted their first dose of testosterone into my blood stream. The result was a mental alarm clock shouting, 'I NEED TO LOOK AT GIRL'S FANNIES.' I reasoned that if I became a Gynaecologist, I'd get to look at fannies all day.
"It was only when I reached the age of about 16 and learnt about STD's and yeast infections that I realised I'd only ever get to see diseased ones."
Tell us about your childhood career ambitions and the moment at which your aspirations crumbled into a pile of broken dreams.
( , Thu 29 Mar 2007, 12:02)
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ugh...
always always wanted to write books. but don't really have the discipline, there's always something too exciting going on. so the excuses started off as, i'm too young, i have nothing to say. then became, i don't have enough peace and quiet, when i move. and finally, i don't have a computer.
now i have my own flat and my own laptop, i'm running out of excuses and have about 80 "chapter ones" on my hard drive. all followed by blank pages...
[however, as last night's so called civilised drinks with barristers (evil lot, must have wanted to be torturers as children) turned into an epic that finished at 7am this morning i think my brain is rewriting dante's inferno. anyone got any nurofen?]
( , Fri 30 Mar 2007, 9:20, Reply)
always always wanted to write books. but don't really have the discipline, there's always something too exciting going on. so the excuses started off as, i'm too young, i have nothing to say. then became, i don't have enough peace and quiet, when i move. and finally, i don't have a computer.
now i have my own flat and my own laptop, i'm running out of excuses and have about 80 "chapter ones" on my hard drive. all followed by blank pages...
[however, as last night's so called civilised drinks with barristers (evil lot, must have wanted to be torturers as children) turned into an epic that finished at 7am this morning i think my brain is rewriting dante's inferno. anyone got any nurofen?]
( , Fri 30 Mar 2007, 9:20, Reply)
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