Sunday, December 14, 2003


cheese on that?

i cannot get a job. bleh. worse, i don't want a job, or at least not this country's definition of one. i'm spending time and worry shopping for something i actually desire about as bad as a case of athlete's vagina.

i should be so lucky, i suppose. this neighborhood in queens is full of folks who have to schlep at ungodly hours to do work i'd never consider.

i guess this is why people temp.


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