#$(*^Y@#^T!@&$@!!!!!111!one!!
Why is it that every time I pack, I have to smash a finger, or a toe, or some other stupid thing so that I'm cranky.
me
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!
me
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!
July 7th, 2004
This reminds me of mittenstein and lunarbull and terrajen and...
Welcome to my rant
I feel totally worthless.
I know I do alot of amazing shit, but working miracles doesn't pay the bills in this day and age.
I am the court magician/alchemist who has no court. And yet I keep puttering away trying to turn lead into gold... for who? Why, for myself of course. Because if I can do it, then I don't need a court. But without a court, I have to spend my days begging for alms instead of working on turning lead into gold.
And now I get to switch corners.
Who knew beggars had so much clutter.
I guess in the past I've always been lucky. Jobs have fallen into my lap. Jobs that were exactly what I needed at the time.
I just have trouble believing that unemployment is what I need right now.
It's tempting to put a "Save Clay's Shit" Paypal button on my webpage and see if I can make as much money as that Karen chick, or whomever she was. Granted, I'm not a hot co-ed, so the odds of that actually working are slim to none.
Why didn't someone punch me in the nuts when I started talking about leaving Boston?
me
< /rant>
I know I do alot of amazing shit, but working miracles doesn't pay the bills in this day and age.
I am the court magician/alchemist who has no court. And yet I keep puttering away trying to turn lead into gold... for who? Why, for myself of course. Because if I can do it, then I don't need a court. But without a court, I have to spend my days begging for alms instead of working on turning lead into gold.
And now I get to switch corners.
Who knew beggars had so much clutter.
I guess in the past I've always been lucky. Jobs have fallen into my lap. Jobs that were exactly what I needed at the time.
I just have trouble believing that unemployment is what I need right now.
It's tempting to put a "Save Clay's Shit" Paypal button on my webpage and see if I can make as much money as that Karen chick, or whomever she was. Granted, I'm not a hot co-ed, so the odds of that actually working are slim to none.
Why didn't someone punch me in the nuts when I started talking about leaving Boston?
me
< /rant>
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