also unsurprisingly every dream featured him screaming at me, telling me i was trash and not worth his wonder-seed.

vincent gallo, why are you being so mean? i only want to love you and send your letters on time.

today has been complete and utter brutality call-wise. it's been insane!

but i am happy to report that the last two days have been magnificently productive.

FACT: i finished my resume last night.

FACT: i sent my resume to about 20-30 employers last night.

FACT: i do not expect to hear back from any of them because i am an out-of-state candidate.

asdlkfjsal;k (read: i will reapply all over again once i am in the great state of washington if need be.)

FACT: i have set up an appt to have my car looked at on saturday for a good ol' tune up lube pornographic inference relating to cars.

FACT: also on saturday people are going to come take my pee pee island couch and my recliner out of my apt.

FACT: tonight i am looking into storage spaces in seattle to keep my junk until we get a house or apt.

it feels good to get shit done, even though if one more person tells me about the shitty job market in seattle i will put my fist through their head and then spit through the hole, and then twist their head right off.

or pay someone else to do it for me.

but video tape it for me to watch while sipping on bloody maries served to me by 19 yr old boys with dark hair and smooth skin. and while they do my toenails.

i mean, all i can do is try as hard as i can to get work. stop trying to lay your bad vibes trip on me man.

i didn't want a drink all day, but now that i'm thinking about bloody maries...damn that sounds good.

the boys don't sound bad either.