I, Ghastly Sage, Matter

Do this. Do that. No, like this, Sage. LIKE THIS. It never ends. Here I am trying to get this crappy online newspaper off the ground with two batshit insane writers, who I suspect are unemployed, with a boss that has control issues like no other. Don't get me started on this "secret boss." I've never met them, but Ghoulie Girl and Raven Poe swear they're legit. Why the hell am I trusting two strangers I met online in a game forum? God damn it.

I bet you the boss won't publish this after I email it to Ghoulie Girl to "edit and approve" as a joke. I'm not a writer. I'm just their bitch. Hey, bitchy boss, if I'm not fired, can I please write some damn blogs? I've got things to say, too.

I really shouldn't have dropped out of college.