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May. 20th, 2004 02:44 pmThey've offered me the job! I've accepted! Wheee! Paycheques! Disposable income! Money for the bill collectors! Threat of poorhouse no longer looming! I'll finally be able to afford JC's CD!
Even better, it's not one of those ghastly, Hannibal Lector-ish jobs that eat your brain during the day and spoon-feed it back to you during your nightmares. Because, dude, I've had that job, and I don't want it again.
Now maybe I can stop chewing my fingernails to the quick and start wending my way through the 100 Ways stories.
Even better, it's not one of those ghastly, Hannibal Lector-ish jobs that eat your brain during the day and spoon-feed it back to you during your nightmares. Because, dude, I've had that job, and I don't want it again.
Now maybe I can stop chewing my fingernails to the quick and start wending my way through the 100 Ways stories.
