Monday, July 14, 2003 Mouths to feed
I know, I know, I just posted. But like I said, I don't have a job, and I've never really had hobbies. In fact, ever since I got to point in my TelleNovella where I knew I had to put it down for a few months (no, seriously. I meant to do this. I knew this was coming. My laziness is at least part of a vague plan.), I've been mooning around the house (car, hovel, apartment) eating candy. This is really counter-productive, because if I realy want to stack some cash, I'd get into stripping, and even here below the Maon-Dixon line, where all the butts are bigger, being biggie-sized is not a job asset. It's a moot point for right now, though, because a fairly large local club just got shut down. Apparently the management told the landlords that they were going to be running a "sports bar", and after some months, the landlords realized that "playin' bitches" was not a recognized sport at all. They padlocked the doors with no warning about a week ago, so about 40 or 50 people were out of work. Naturally, they've been flooding the other local clubs with requests for auditions, so there's not even a point in me trying to break into anything right now.
Oddly enough, this post was supposed to be about my new avocation as a crazy animal collector. Like the Beacon Hill Cat Lady, except decent and sane. posted by Frenz | 7/14/2003 07:18:00 PM
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