"Write about your newfound ability to fart." Collin, it would seem, is not feeling helpful.
Also, I DON'T fart. Ladies don't fart. I
"Write about why you started the blog."
Like it isn't OBVIOUS.
To be rich and famous! That's the only reason anyone does anything! I will accidentally stumble across some meaningful topic and the internet will go rabid for my stories, and then book deals will begin to fly in, and I will also find some new talent for drawing/painting. From there, I will
I will travel the world, leaving shining shit stains of happiness in my wake. Collin, too, will be affected by my new glamorous life and will FINALLY
Here, I give you the first stages of my fame. Art. Be sure to say that in the most pretentious voice possible: Ahhhhrt.