Turn to employment. And love too, I guess. Would be a crappy kind of love if you're broke though. Couldn't buy anything, go anywhere, see anything. You'd be like those couples in Uhuru Park, grass stems hanging from their lips, and air in their stomachs.
Not for me, thanks! I want gainful employment, even though "foreign powers" seem to be colluding to leave me penniless and turning tricks to pay the rent. Shame on you! Money has been poured to finish me!
Etc, etc.
I'm not dead, just tired of posting. I need to build up a store of experience before spilling it out onto the web. Poor neglected readers. I castigate other bloggers in my head when they don't post, but look at me. Hypocrite, yes. I'm OK with that.
My allergies are super-strong this season. What's up with that? Must be global warming. One more thing to blame Dubya for. I should put all my snotty tissues in a box and send it to the White House.
The Million Pieces of Snot Campaign. Has a nice ring to it. Wonder if I can get Moveon.org to jump on board....
posted by WM @ 13:33
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