this is the first job i've had since i was 16 that i've absolutely despised.
there is not one single aspect of it that i find redeeming.

pretty great, right?

ok, really?
it's fucking Saturday at about 7, and i'm sitting here writing a fucking LJ entry to get out and do something.
some one call me, damnit!

dream job?
glad you asked;

wake up around 11, hang out in a casual, grandma's boy/google-style office, and get paid work on stuff like this, and this.
while smoking rollies, drinking coffee, and talking about obscure movies/music and local microbreweries.

i... think that's the goal i'm going to shoot for from now on.

I'm so fucking stagnant.

fucking pathetic, man.

happy halloween, yo.

I'm attractive, have low morals, incredible people skills, a terrible need to make around $500 by November 5th, and unlike sexual favors, i don't beg.
little help?

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