6.06.2005

 

remember "face melting?" that was funny.

blog. log. jog. fog. pog. bog. nog.

my sister and i used to refer to the stuff that comes out of a woman's hoo-ha as "nog." you like that, don't you.

speaking of my little sis, her apartment got flooded last friday, thanks to the upstairs neighbors' leaky toilet. she is out one bed, four ceilings and two floors. she's handling it very well, considering that she's without a place to live for up to six weeks. i would be livid... maybe even under arrest for the murder of the upstairs neighbors. fuck water damage.

little else to say as of right now. i want to go eat lunch, but my admin assistant is missing in action. she showed up to get her check and then said she was going to deposit it and i haven't seen her since. this was at noon. i'm assuming she's quit? fuckin' a. anyone need a job? you must be at least as intelligent as me, i refuse to mess around with idiots anymore. i will accept resumes at my gmail address, and also encourage you to make me a video of you, like, typing, or showing off your bullshitting skills. that would definitely put you atop my list, if you made a video.

Comments:

hang on there a minute, cranza.
as the high-powered executive youve become, you should demand a little more from a potential assistant. a video is a great idea, but you should request that the candidates so something like...typing with one hand while rolling a doob and also spit-shining your shoes. all at the same time. naked.

DEMAND MORE. ;)
 
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