The Costanza Method – Part 2
February 1st, 2007 by PhilaLawyer
Ne mangez pas l’acide marron.
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You really are great… Your writing bleeds pure details and can put the reader in your very shoes at any moment you choose.
I thouroughly enjoy reading your writing and look forward to whatever you may produce in the future..
I too, am a 10 percenter with far more ambition than talent. I share, to the t, your very same views. I was expressing my outlook on life to all of my demented private school friends, and they simply couldn’t understand. Stumbling upon your articles is somewhat of a freak accident… I really feel like I’m reading my own words.
Keep kickin ass brotha
-Taylor (a confirmed fan for life)
You really are great… Your writing bleeds pure details and can put the reader in your very shoes at any moment you choose.
I thouroughly enjoy reading your writing and look forward to whatever you may produce in the future..
I too, am a 10 percenter with far more ambition than talent. I share, to the t, your very same views. I was expressing my outlook on life to all of my demented private school friends, and they simply couldn’t understand. Stumbling upon your articles is somewhat of a freak accident… I really feel like I’m reading my own words.
Keep kickin ass brotha
-Taylor (a confirmed fan for life)
For reasons I cannot begin to comprehend, I feel the slightest bit of companionship with your stories. It’s like I can see myself 10 years into the future. While I don’t exactly relish this idea, it does give me the slightest ray of hope that I won’t become every other blood sucking drain on society, if only for the reason that someday I will be able to entertain at the very least a few twisted individuals with stories of my inability to ride on norm. Noxiously yours.
Wow. Payback is a bitch. Should’ve taken Donika’s writing more seriously.
The word you are looking for is Brasserie. Brassiere is the technical term for bra.
PL Response: Nice eye. Spellcheck is a bitch. I’d say it was Freudian, but I’m an ass man.
Thank you.
BTW, there was no name tie-in. Lily’s is the real name of the place.
Matt-
Won’t be another blood-sucking drain on society? Maybe you missed the “Lawyer” part of this blog.
LOVED it. Part 2 was the best. I have to quote you and link back. Shit this was good reading.
PL,
You asked who your average reader is. Frankly, I can only tell you about who I am and hope that it covers enough ground to adequately represent at least some portion of your readership. First, the superficial basics: I’m a 20 year-old woman and I attend a service academy. I don’t really like the system, but I work with it in the hope that it will pay off a few years down the line. I’m told that I am a chronic underachiever and I display a shocking lack of consideration for and veneration of tradition. I’m pretty vocal about what I think, although I’m willing to entertain other ideas as long as they’re presented well. I read your stuff because it’s witty, smart, and I can relate to it on some strange level, despite the fact that I don’t lead a life in any way similar to yours. You seem to express a lot of the stuff that I think, but that I assume is just the by-product of an addled brain conditioned to have an inherent dislike and distrust of authority. Keep on keepin’ on and I look forward to future posts.
what’s a service academy, a place where you go to become one of the ‘massage professionals?’
South Street?
Guess they’ve stopped shooting people down there since I left Philly.
Before we became friends I though N20 was for bending connecting rods and giving hoods and carburetors the gift of flight, now you have the audacity to intimate that whipits are somehow a lesser form of substance abuse? First it’s the effies, now nitrous… What’s next a diatrible against roofies?!
Oh man, did I tell you that I unknowingly wiped shit all over my shirt and pants after I accidentally “stink-fingered” myself while taking a crap at work? I couldn’t figure out what the smell was for 3 hours! I got a lot of funny looks from people, but I guess that’s nothing new.
Pizza! Pizza!
PL: I’ve warned you about the backhanded shilling for http://www.mexicanpharmacy.com. Stop with the laxatives… Look what they to Jan Michael Vincent.
Where did your “career advice” post go on the legal profession? It was above this story, then disappeared.