Uhmmmmm. So here I am in Plymouth. Spent all morning trotting around throwing my resume at people and going HIRE ME PLZ. We'll see what happens. Also I brought some of my old clothes to the thrift shop but they only bought $2 worth of crap off me. Also, I really do not need a $30 belt made of recycled tire rubber with funky bottle caps glued to it ( Read more... )

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Poll Prince Poll, I mean, puns are so not funny

The phrase "like a remora" is probably best kept out of pornfic.

Today went well. I got up early, but not before having a bunch of those disorienting dreams that make you THINK you're awake, and went to interview at the Hannaford supermarket in town, which was surprisingly untraumatic. Then I took puppy down to the river, we splashed around in the shallows, I got my pants wet, skipped a few clams, managed to ( Read more... )

Me: I can't even watch Star Wars anymore. Star Wars is ruined for me.

Kits: Why?

Me: Carrie Fisher.

Kits: Who's she?

Me: Princess Leia.

Kits: What's wrong with Princess Leia?

Mum: She was Paul Simon's first wife.

Me: Second wife.

Dad: He's had three?

Me: Peggy was his first wife...

Dad: He's a little whore.

Me: Yeah, he is.

Urge to dress in Paul Simon drag... rising...

I keep listening to my iTunes on shuffle, and it keeps playing the same stuff. What gives. It seems particularly fond of Paul Simon's "Paranoia Blues" and Bill Hicks' ramblings on pornography.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s8BEvAoYsxk

Paulturkey.

Will they ever invent a college literary journal that doesn't mostly consist of people writing shittily about their own real-life experiences ( Read more... )