I figure I sold my soul awhile back. It happened when I first started writing for online sources, the kind that claim to match up authors with those in need of authors. Freelancing is great, I have nothing against those who do. More power to the unchained freethinkers. The websites that spawn faster than murlocs and promise competitive pay and blogging, however... I sold my soul to these guys. I'm the reason a shitty Panasonic camera has such great reviews. Or that E-Cigarettes are so "beneficial." Those websites matched me with the guys who needed someone to write those great reviews.
Jesus, I'm even scared one of them is going to see this and I'll be tossed in to the fire for punishment or something.
Somewhere, Jesus really doesn't care much.
Right now, I'm not going to write about any one specific site. Only I had to write something. I thought I'd finally found a legitimate freelance aggregator, the kind of website that combines all the sundry scurvy-laden captains looking for part-time scurvy-free crew. Why did I think this? Because everyone was RAVING about them! Haha, oh... I signed up. After all the "Yes, we're free! But if you pay we may actually do something besides sell your email" ads, I realized... but, my god, how stupid do I feel? I probably wrote the reviews! And the circle continues, the fucking ouroboros.
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