After being out of work since 01/04/2008, it feels good to put in eight hours...then come home and drink a beer on my couch (with the windows open), in my underwear.

Crickets, chirp your anthems. We grillin' tonight.

I miss you, man.

I am the best candidate for any position because I am punctual, diligent and sucess-driven. I thrive under pressure: Deadlines stoke the bellows of my creativity. And whatever I do not know, I learn fast. So fast that it is as if I always knew what I was supposed to know...before I was supposed to know it. From here I become a cyclical orb of ( Read more... )

Most know, but I did not make a big stink about telling a lot of folks: I now live in California.

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The girl in the cubicle near mine has a voice like Black jokes. To listen to her is to hear someone say in your ear, "I'm not racist, but ( Read more... )

Property Exchange in MMORPGs ( Read more... )

The vanity of Mt. Fuji does not surprise me ( Read more... )

Here it is. That once time feeling, coming back around again. It feels like an end of sorts. Like I'm having coffee and telling lies to all the beasts I've slain who are jovial on the face, but go home to jot down the scribbles and the static, just like us. The denouement of all our picky days still rests its head on our secret inconsistencies. I ( Read more... )

I'm substitute teaching now. It's definitely a challenge, but not an empty one ( Read more... )

I don't know about Myspace anymore.

http://www.myspace.com/timberwolfmale

That's just sad.