Yet another failed job application:

[lambdasound2000]

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

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[girlsknowbest]

YOU'RE HIRED!

[lambdasound2000]

you're too kind

[spacian]

i adore you for this. among other things.
and also, hello.

[lambdasound2000]

Thank you. It is surely one of my finer moments.
It was an awesome surprise being able to share a couple drinks with you while I was in Pensacola for the Holidays.

[spacian]

indeed.

and the opportunity to hand DB a folded napkin on which a former student had drunkenly scribbled (dated christmas, no less) helped me to fully realize my goal of impressing him with my aptitude for hip. one more thing off of the "life-goals" checklist.

the cool kids in pensacola know whats up, and it's gay bars on christmas.
8502925347. call me if you ever come back to this shithole, yeah?

[lambdasound2000]

oh NO! hahha you really did give it to him? That's amazing. I remember thinking that night, "gotta myspace/facebook/LJ Savannah...gotta tell her to just throw that napkin away."

But no, I am glad it ended up in his hands. I just didn't want it to come off as if I was being sarcastic: I really do think he is right when he says, "The problem with Anthony Renaud is that he is satisfied with a good idea." That so certainly is the lode stone around my neck; all these good ideas and no gumption to put them on paper or animate (in the Frankensteinian sense of the word) them.

I am glad I could be but one glinting brick in your yellow road to hip-dom.