Tuesday, November 4, 2008


My friends, my job is frustrating me.

I feel used. I guess that's what happens when people find out that you cook, draw, sew, cut hair, know how to use Adobe CS3 or own a pick-up truck. They make you do crap.

Dear job: give me more money. Dear friends with useful skills: I'm sorry.

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