I don't know why I don't write more often. It's not like I can run out of babble. Anyway, I've been hunting work. Half-heartedly, some days; others like today really pounding streets. Feeling drained, sad, and like 25/28 told me outright 'we're not hiring'. Which is fairly accurate.

You know what's awesome? Sex.

You know what's not awesome? Having your sexual fluids so glue-like after drying they attatch your wang to the cloth of either your boxers or pants and damage the epidermis before detaching said wang.


God, I love having a blog no one in my house reads. <.<