...these are my nasty little thoughts.

May 18, 2006 21:17

deliver me from job-searching, from the overstretched feeling that almost inevitably accompanies selling myself to potential employers.

Please, by all means. Cut a little piece of my soul off; just two months worth should do. It's not black, it's just a little overdone. Consider it crispy. Offer me seven dollars an hour and I'll eat the children of your enemies.

At any rate. Today was spent in search of a good spot to watch the meteor shower scheduled to peak out at around July 28th. Murphy and I drove around and climbed on things. Good stuff.

Yeah. So I'm going to go call Tristan. I kind of miss her....
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