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Author Archives: Smivey

I’m a copywriter. No, really. I actually get paid to write. Seriously. I kid you not.

REJECTED

Well, it’s been a very long time since I last posted anything, but it’s not like I haven’t been writing. It’s just that I haven’t written anything that I felt was worthy of appearing on Everything Sucks. Hm. That’s rather ironic, isn’t it? Anyhow, that’s why I’ve created a new category for my less-than-stellar posts. […]

Domino’s Oreo-Cookie Pizza

  Syrup of Ipecac, you have met your match.

Jeans Blues

Help, I think I’m shrinking. Recently, I went to one of those hip clothing stores to purchase a new pair of blue jeans. Although I’ve had a 34-inch waist for as long as I can remember, at this store, I’m a 32. What the fuck is going on there? Is it that damn metric system […]

WTF Happened To My Favourite Blog?

That’s probably what you’re thinking right now. OK, maybe this blog isn’t your favourite, and maybe you don’t spell “favourite” like that. But… uhhhh what was I talking about? Oh, right. The new look of my blog. What do you think? I’m still working out the kinks. Right now, there is no search function and […]

A Walking Tour

Recently, I rediscovered the benefits of walking. Not just for better physical health. For better mental health. It helps me clear my mind and get my blood flowing for the day — so much better than a cup of coffee. In any case, I thought it might be interesting to record my thoughts as I […]

This Morning

2:30 AM — SOMEWHERE IN FIJI: The phone rings in a darkened hotel room. It rings again. And yet again. Finally, a slender hand appears out from underneath the covers and awkwardly feels for the phone receiver, picking it up just at the end of the fourth ring. “Hello?” the groggy voice manages to say. […]

Another Muse Story

Well, guess what. Yeah, my muse has “inspired” me to write another story. This time, she didn’t say what I should write about or how long it should be. She didn’t even give me a sentence to start with. “Write,” she whispered in my ear. “Hm?” “Write.” “Write what?” “Just write.” “OK, thanks a lot.” […]

My Muse

I have a muse and she is beautiful. She is also very self-absorbed. I mean, she told me to write this. “Write a story about me.” she said. “Tell them I’m beautiful.” “OK,” I replied. “If that’s what you want.” “Yes, that is what I want. I want everyone to know just how wonderful I […]

Because Every Hack Must Write One

It was a dark and stormy night. A young boy stood at his bedroom window, his ear pressed against the cold, smooth glass. He liked to listen to the spattering sound the rain made. But mostly, he liked to look at the mark his ear left on the glass after he pulled away. He’d run […]

My Real Job

I hate how some people lie about what they do for a living. My job isn’t that impressive, but I have no problem telling others about it. I’m the head cashier at a Thrifty Drugstore. “But, Smivey,” you say, “Thrifty doesn’t exist anymore.” Yeah, that’s what they want you to believe. But the truth is, […]