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I am so fucking pissed off right now. How many emotionally crippled losers do I have to wade through? They try to pass themselves off as intelligent and giving and they turn out to be whiny, needy, jerks. Fuck them all. I'm permanently single from now on.
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So, I went to this job interview at Enterprise Rent-a-Car, Management training program, and the HR Director closed the interview by saying, "You'll want to wear something other than SLACKS if you get a second interview." She went on to explain that the Enterprise dress code requires males to wear suits (I'll need to buy one if I get a second interview), but two things bother me about this: first, I wasn't told ahead of time; second, the way the woman said slacks, sliding icily off her tongue and lips like it was the most distasteful word to ever fester there, offended my working class sensibilities. Come the fuck on, lady, any rapist and murderer can don a suit. Does that make them more respectable in some way? I mean, I could almost picture the woman pulling up a handful of material from the leg of my slacks as she scowled, tight-lipped, and then thrust it back and began scrubbing her hands with anti-bacterial skin wash. I had on a shirt, tie, and dress shoes; is it really that important to wear a suit to a job at which the pay is under $30,000 a year? Anyway, I'd be more than happy to get the job, but I have a feeling that my perceived apparel faux pas will prevent me from getting the second interview. I'm still gonna get up and continue the good fight, though (and buy a suit with the money from whatever job I do manage to land...I have always wanted a suit).
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    Tom Waits - Real Gone CD

I feel like some solitude

"Breaking with old friends is one of the most painful of the changes in all that piling up of a multitude of small distasteful changes that constitutes growing older."

John Dos Passos from _The Ground We Stand On: Some Examples From the History of a Political Creed_, sec. III, “On the White Porch of the Republic,” ch. 5, “Citizen Barlow of the Republic of the World,” Harcourt, Brace and Company (1941).

Whirlwind Tour

Whew, what a whirlwind tour: doing the talk show circuit, interviews with morning news programs, signings, guest appearances, radio shows, signing copies of The Norton Anthology of Poetry for little freshmen English majors still wet behind the ears. I'm not complaining, though, having a Bachelor of Arts degree in English is fantastic, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Every night I'm doing something amazing: making love to beautiful women like Simone de Beauvoir or Oscar Wilde, having interesting conversations with the world's greatest writers, gift certificates to Barnes & Noble...heck, even the occasional paper cut seems worth it considering the benefits of obtaining such a hallowed spot in academe. It still amazes me, a working class kid from rural Edison, Ohio at the pinnacle of undergraduate English studies, and all at the tender age of 26. Sometimes I feel like I must've had a fairy godmother. Anyway, for all you young people striving every day in the Quiet Study section of your Public Library, or writing hilarious satires for a friend's humor website, or scrawling bad poetry on lined notebook pages as you struggle to keep your eyes from watering in the hazy smoke drifting up from the cigarette dangling from your lips; you can do it. Don't give up, and one day you too can have a degree in English from a major University. You too can struggle to find any job that will move you out of your parents' house and into your own apartment. You too can spend your nights writing poems and short stories to submit to various magazines and as part of the entrance requirements for a graduate degree in Creative Writing. You too can use an e.e. cummings poem to get ass from the sleepy-eyed blonde that you just met at Larry's bar. The bottom line is that dreams can come true. They did for me.

Could I get some change?

Yeah, things are definitely different. There was nothing to say to you and we both just sat there, fingers resting on top of the keys, or clicking over to other more compelling conversations. Quick question, have we always lacked the ability to see each other in a vacuum, without tying our own interpretations and judgments onto one another? Sometimes it just doesn't seem worth it.

Poop Shovel

My friend Sarge got back in touch with me after a very long time. Seems he changed AIM names and forgot to carry me over to the new name's buddy list. Anyway, he put up a funny pic from about 4 years ago on his rant/comedy website www.poopshovel.com...ah, the good days of Columbus. Anyway, I didn't go out drinking or bowling last night...sat at home and read for class and then broke into the computer lab today so I could have access to Adobe Photoshop and put in some more work on my "Snow White" project. Japanese illustrators are much better than U.S. illustrators.


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