October 12, 2004
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Spectator I: I think it was “Blessed are the cheesemakers”.
Bearded Man’s Wife: Aha, what’s so special about the cheesemakers?
Bearded Man: Well, obviously it’s not meant to be taken literally; it refers to any manufacturers of dairy products.
it’s been quite the navel-gazing week, er, month… uh, lifetime?
and after all this concentrated cogitation I have come to the conclusion
that I’m an innie. yep, definitely an innie.
and that I could use a shower.
and probably a job.
why is it all the good jobs are already taken?
you know, like messiah, or ben and jerry’s taster.
what should I be? let’s see, what are my main attributes…
vanity
sensitivity (nice way of saying “crys a lot”)
hyperanalysis
curiousity
loquacity (loquaciousness?)
televangelist? if I could just get a handle on the makeup thing.
I’m pretty loving, you know
and I hang up my wet towels
must think this over some more…
How shall we fuck off, oh lord?!
Comments (21)
You could get the job of Uber-hawtie Sex-kitten. The pay sucks, there’s no retirement plan to speak of really but the whistles, hoots ‘n’ hollers are to die fo’ yo!
And believe me when I say this, you do NOT want to taste either Ben or Jerry… truly. There’s not enough money in the world to make that an attractive proposition. Though, I prolly would pay you good money to lick me… *flutters his long beautiful eyelashes at you*
hehehe, love you Lara girl,
Timothy
My favorite monty python movie–it was PLAYING HERE IN THE THEATRE!! can you believe that? I can’t. I need to check to see if they just played it for a week, or if it’s stilly playing. If it’s the latter, I may have to go to the movies tonight.
I think your resume, of sorts, points towards the next Oprah. Only you’re not hypocritical and much cooler.
stilly playing? man, am I on crack?
I just watched that again the other night
He’s not the Messiah! He’s a very naughty boy!
you sell yourself short; there are plenty of folks still looking for a messiah. you just need the right outfit (you said something about pink and brown cowboy boots?) and a religious symbol that lots of people will want to tattoo on themselves. i’m thinking, like, a hexagon made out of cigarettes.
all hail our dark lady, word to your mother.
hmm… this has possibilities!
snork…you are so funny
BTW, you left a blank space in my guestbook, did you want to tell me something?
and all this time i’ve been gazing at tits, maybe i should’ve been gazing at navels…damnit!
good luck with your job searching, hon
I usually fuck off here: http://www.kingdomofloathing.com
aha! one of my favorite movies
this life? has not turned out in any way shape or form the way I thought it would. I have all this stuff and I still feel like I haven’t finished what I’m supposed to do, a sucky feeling, indeed. BUT I’m enjoying myself, like I’m in a really big waiting room, that actually has decent magazines and music. maybe a fishtank.
I have no idea what loquacity means, but I saw an ad today on craigslist looking females to work an Exotic Erotic Ball…They did not mention anything about being hyperanalitical, but can’t hurt to send a resume…
You could be a writer? Or…work in the music biz. It’s a well of incompetence, and is fun to mock. Damn, I want to be an ice cream tester!!!
or maybe a yoga instructor? That would be relaxing and you could wear your monogrammed sweat suit.
yeah, I’m going with “writer” for your job. Shit, you’re funny.
Now I’m picturing you with Tammy Faye eyes
NASA + NEUROSURGERY
don’t know if you actually like writing but you have a clever wit.