ye olde crapfest

i would probably be a metalhead.

so, thank tae-bo jesus it's not the 80s.

it's tuesday. i have a lunch "date" at max & erma's with yet another insurance dude. this one used to be a bigshot at kroger, he KNOWS PEOPLE, so i may just try to get in good with him, since it seems like i'm gonna be here for at least a while. always good to know someone who KNOWS PEOPLE to get things done.

i've been doing some more thinking about what it is i'd like to do with my life. some of my new ideas include:

• catering
• interior design
• bong hits (wait, that's ALWAYS on the list)
• vehement extortion of the christian population
• money counting
• world's best mama
• lion taming
• translation of classical poetry (i was good at that)
• professional tv watching
• internet celebrity
• cashier at the slone's up the street
• record store owner

those all seem feasible, right? and talk about lucrative! i mean, translating classical poetry!?! there's MILLIONS to be made there, i kid you not.

on a totally unrelated note, i found a bug inside my boot today. alive and crawling. it took way too long to take the fucking thing off and get mr. bugsalot lopez-fitzgerald out of there, but once i did, it was deathtime-dot-death. dot-com. dot-net.