My day as a worker-drone - a story of consumption:
Caffiene: one tall marble mocha to go, one vanilla coke.
Tissues:
Food of actual nutritional merit: Nil.
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)
It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.
My day as a worker-drone - a story of consumption:
I have "I am not a terrorist" written on the inside of my right knee.
The bad thing about not having my old permanent connection is that I think of things to blog and then I forget about them by the time I connect.
Drinkies and boardgames with the blonde harlots last night, just to prove that there is nothing sexual about all-night Jenga.
There's only one significant thing I dislike about the job (apart from the peanuts they pay me), and that's the fact that it's self-publishing.
I am not cut out for full-time employment. Even a close approximation thereof gets in the way of my serious hard-core leisure activities. The money's nice, though. I should have known this would happen as soon as I rejoined online roleplaying with my 'free time'. If I had thought about it like that, I would have gone back to mushing much sooner.
Things I love today:
This morning, on my way to class, I ran into an old friend from high school. On Lonsdale Street. Just... walking past. I was just wandering along and thought: "Hey, that chick having a smoke outside Hudsons looks at awful lot like Alicia. Heh."
So, Matrix: Revolutions.
I'd just like to add my voice to the Male's on this frequently misunderstood point:
What I love about this country is that you can have a racetrack full of people in their best gear, all dolled up, delicate-feathered hats and heels so high they have to be forcibly tied on to prevent broken ankles, but they're still swigging beers from cans.
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