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Let me show you how Sh*t a copywriters life is
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“Tom I’m trying to be a copywriter but not quite got it yet”
“Tom Copywriting sounds good, I’ve heard some things about it but not sure if its for me”.
Well, fuck it…
Let me describe my day as a 23 year old copywriter making multi 5 figures a month who started last year
Ready?
Picture it:
Woke up…
Not from an alarm…
But instead the slight glimmer of sunlight coming through my curtains
at 10:47am because I haven’t got anywhere to be…
To my shock…
The beautiful European blonde I went to bed with wasn’t beside me…
Confused, As I rub the crust out my eyes
6 seconds later…
She walks in and greets me with a vanilla expresso in a red cup to match my bloodshot eyes
Slap her ass
Down the coffee…
Walk onto the balcony and smoke a Marlboro gold while being drenched in the Dubai sunlight
Go back inside…
And instead of getting changed…
Wack on swimming trucks and half-walk half-drag my feet to the downstairs swimming pool…
Nod to the lifeguard …
Smirk at the milfs…
Tan my balls for 50 minutes…
And just before leaving,
Order sushi so expensive it should have insurance, before heading back up to my apartment…
Then…
In the 26 minutes before my sushi Arrived I then managed to fit in
A Shower…
A Blowjob…
Another cigarette…
AND 14 minutes of doom scrolling on instagram watching racist memes and animals get run over on the highway.
Swamped down the uncooked fish…
Took a 30 minute nap…
(Still haven’t done a fucking second of work today thus far btw)
Woke up…
Then FINALLY…
Dragged my thumbs into the crevasse of my mac and opened it up:
Checked in on clients…
No updates coz I did all the weeks work at the start of the week
Answered 4-5 Dm’s…
Planned new content for Stoic Academy which will give them a MASSIVE head start going into 2025…
Closed laptop…
Scratched balls with one hand and chucked laptop onto chair with another
Finished work for the day
Went to the golf range and for lack of a better word
MOGGED the everlasting fuck out of all the others hitting balls coz I’m a pro
Finished up…
Cracked a beer in the club house whilst pumping another cig, looking at heels to buy my girl for Christmas
(One pair of feet apparently needs 8 pairs of heels, women think they are built like fucking spiders)
Got home…
Looked at bank account…
Smiled…
Rolled onto the sofa and opened laptop…
Thought about what the fuck I’m gonna right for todays email in 33 seconds
Annnnnnd here we are.
All caught up.
Ohhhh…
And I made $3200.
(Commission payments for a fitness coach I wrote for this black Friday)
What did you do this Friday?
Work?
School?
Open your eyes to a blonde making you coffee?
Nah, thought not.
Lets change that
P.S. Discount literally ends tonight I’m not gonna warn you again.