The job search continues.
At this point I'm just throwing my resume at any job in Atlantic City for which I may be even remotely qualified. Psych ward securty guard? Sure! Stingray feeder? Why not? Got health benefits? I'm your lady.
...which, of course, brings some Leonard Cohen to mind.
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
Ill examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I'm your man
Aaanyway.
Heh, got a cosmic hand-slap the other day. I was ritually impure, feeling silly and slightly frustrated that I couldn't do senut, so I waved my hands around my shrine and said, "Iiiii'm not touuuuching youuuuuuuuuu...."
Yes, I am four.
Though when I can do senut, I must admit that my favorite part (other than the bath, where I get to play with my sponge) is at the end. When Bes feels I've... senuted enough (it's a verb now, 'kay?) He dismisses me with something like, "Okay, run along and play now" or "Go. Time to live your life." <3
Honestly, I wish I had more interesting things to write. But I don't. Though I need to make myself more and different user icons because damn.