(this picture posted without permission, yada yada yada, but considering i'm plugging penny-arcade, by spreading their awesome possumness, its free advertising. Goto www.penny-arcade.cum and, wait what? Damn dragonspeak. i said com. Not that it matters. everyone who reads this damn thing knows what penny-arcade is.)
apparently, the only jobs up here right now are administrative assistants. As much fun as it would be being The Man's Bitch, they all check their desktops *wink wink* and its not worf it.
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so i await the kitchen/retail positions. and eventually, the inside-a-vagina position. hey, i dream big dreams. this one just happens to be a tight one. "i pry apart her tight-lipped response with my wide perspective" to put it mushroom tiply.
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ive hit a aptly named writers block: i think i drank too deeply of the muse's cup and now i gotta wait for a refill. I just feel unnattatched again, i can't define it, its that way when i can't feel anything, inside, ya know? Whatever, the disenchantment will go away again, somehow. i can't recall. i don't know what brings it on, so i guess i'll just let it peter out. In the meantime, i'll post some finisheder versions of some, and ONE NEW ONE!!! I DID IT!!! OOOOOO!
(lol i get points for using a name as a verb in a sentence)
(k bye)
1 comment:
How could anyone possibly be "petered" out? ; P
-ash
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