And That's Why They Call It...

After a stunning amount of technical futzing, I have incorporated an old drive into the home Dell. Oh the wonders I have bestowed upon this machine... 2500 music files, 15 divx files, and a host of video...

Dear God.

I got a call today from an 808 zip code. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I got a serious offer from Hawaii. For a job. A real organizing job. In fucking Honolulu.

Dear God.

I should consider it, but me and my man Miznike are getting a place. Sure, I haven't worked in months, sure I'm completely broke, sure I'm pretty much dead in the water otherwise in the job department. But I bet you I'll turn that down like a hooker in a hallway in Hanoi. At 4 AM. And she's only wearing one shoe. And some kind of insect is running down her leg at top speed. From the area that rhymes with fraginal.

Dear God.

Heh... Wasn't that the end of one of my posts awhile ago? Should really stop writing God letters Postage Due... fucking with my credit.

Dear God?

Dear God!