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I need to keep telling myself that sitting around the house naked, eating pickled ginger straight from the jar and playing MMOs doesn't count as an occupation.

Hmm. Didn't get the palmistry job.

I was rejected solely because of my numerology. Go figure.

The profile she worked out was completely inaccurate, anyway. Hmm. At least she didn't claim to be a second-generation good psychic.

I mean, I consider palmistry to be a parlor trick. She believes in the healing power of crystals. I don't think it would have worked out, anyway.

I've been applying for all kinds of crazy under-the-table jobs on Craigslist.

1. Shoeshine girl
2. Person who walks around in a grape costume
3. Palmist for parties and other events.

Pretty nifty, eh?


(By the way, if you ever want a palmist for a party in the Toronto area, send me a poke. I've been doing it for six years and I'll work fairly...
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Am I the only one who thinks that Confessions of a Wallflower isn't the best book ev4r omgomgomg?

Even when I was the target audience, I still thought it read like angsty, contrived, heavy-handed Catcher In The Rye fanfiction.

Just had to get that one out there.

I just want to give a great big thanks to everyone who has gone to MarryMeMo.com.

Josh feels all mushy and thrilled

We've had 2553 unique visitors so far, 103 of them from SG. People are so awesome.

I'm very, very, very bad.

I think it suits me.

Is anyone around here good at reasoning with nerves? I've got one that needs a good talking to.

Seriously.

Sciatica is hell.

God. I need to stop being such an obnoxious, self-satisfied pedant.

I'll get over it soon and it'll be back to my old diet of Neopets and sanctimony.

Harry Potter was completely amazing.

The best part was afterward, though. I made an eleven-year-old kid's day by letting him wear my crushed velvet cloak all the way to his friend's birthday party.

I love making people happy.

Hs. I love how bizarrely incomprehensible the world is when you're sick and haven't slept.

Everything seems like a profound revelation.

"Whoa! That's a METAPHOR!"

"Haha, It's a made-up thing! It's a joke!"

"Soylent green is PEOPLE!"

I'm such a morbid fuck.

When I was a kid, I was a complete bookworm. I used to read three or four books simultaneously. I wish I still had the attention span for that.

One of the books I picked out for myself when I was nine was The Midnight Club by Christopher Pike. For those of you who don't know, he writes (wrote?) young...
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