So, today I woke up like any other day.
Except today wasn't like any other day. I learned ...
from some chick on the internet, that (and she tripled down on her facts being accurate and verified) I'm a high school journalism adviser, unbeknownst to me!
Can you imagine? All this time I've been advising students without knowing it, for free.
Now I just can't have that. I've already placed calls to get the hookup on the payroll but they're having issues with the whole "not a real name" thing.
You see, I made a post requesting sources, articles, and input on our school board candidates this year, and lo and behold.... I'm now a school adviser. I should try this with more things.
Tomorrow I'm going to ask you all about your opinions on millionaires.
Anyway, random internet chickypoo (who apparently knows more about me than me!) was having herself a little rage party about lil ol' me and my slandering ways. Yes, the woman who posted false information about me (THREE TIMES) to a group of 12,000 local women went on to call other women, who attempted to correct her, rabid slanderers. How dare you post facts, you, you, HEATHENS. Then she deleted and poof'd.
Why can't you hussies just toss out an apology and admit it when you're wrong? What's with the post, delete and flounce?!
Anyway, back to my day as an adviser (I mean I've given plenty a reality star some advice, so I'm totally qualified). In fact, when I run for school board, I'm going to list that I'm an adviser, since apparently experience isn't necessary to list job titles!
PSSSSSST YOU BAFOONS:
I'm not a fucking school adviser.
Stop harassing all of our lovely conejo valley teachers/advisers/school staff and asking them if they're me.