Don't worry, I've been shaving lately. Partly because I'm looking for a job and I don't want to resort to holding a cardboard sign. I have been brainstorming up a batch of cardboard sign ideas, though.
Check these out:
1. This sign used to be my front door.
2. This sign used to be a box that I kept my dreams in.
3. Imagine me naked.
Dudes, I could make so much money.
Maybe I will grow my beard back.
Besides that, I live in PDX now, a hard town to be broke in, what with all the food, music, boobs, and booze. I've found some great dives, awesome video stores, and still, no job. I will however be TEFL certified soon. So 6 months or so might find me in South Korea teaching kids how to curse in English and trying to learn their language by watching OLDBOY over and over again.
I saw a squirrel get run the fuck over the other day. I was in my truck, stationary behind a bus at its stop, when I saw a squirrel run right under the bus from a tree near the sidewalk. Normally, I think squirrels are big fucking assholecockfaces, but this one, this one I was rooting for. With all the telepathy I could muster, I thought, "Come on Squirrel, you can make it. Get out from under that monstrous vehicle while its still stopped. Hurry little guy. Gogogo."
The bus starts up and the squirrel makes a run for it. Dumbass runs directly into the next lane and gets squinched by the first car it meets. I watched it twitch for a second before getting run over again. And over and over again. I thought, " Well, maybe it'll will be reincarnated as something cool, something much faster with a less annoying tail." But as it became more and more 2-dimensional, all I could think of was Superman, when Marlon Brando put the Krypton criminals in that window and jettisoned them into space. I don't know if the poor rodents spirit will ever escape that hot patch of asphalt.
Check these out:
1. This sign used to be my front door.
2. This sign used to be a box that I kept my dreams in.
3. Imagine me naked.
Dudes, I could make so much money.
Maybe I will grow my beard back.
Besides that, I live in PDX now, a hard town to be broke in, what with all the food, music, boobs, and booze. I've found some great dives, awesome video stores, and still, no job. I will however be TEFL certified soon. So 6 months or so might find me in South Korea teaching kids how to curse in English and trying to learn their language by watching OLDBOY over and over again.
I saw a squirrel get run the fuck over the other day. I was in my truck, stationary behind a bus at its stop, when I saw a squirrel run right under the bus from a tree near the sidewalk. Normally, I think squirrels are big fucking assholecockfaces, but this one, this one I was rooting for. With all the telepathy I could muster, I thought, "Come on Squirrel, you can make it. Get out from under that monstrous vehicle while its still stopped. Hurry little guy. Gogogo."
The bus starts up and the squirrel makes a run for it. Dumbass runs directly into the next lane and gets squinched by the first car it meets. I watched it twitch for a second before getting run over again. And over and over again. I thought, " Well, maybe it'll will be reincarnated as something cool, something much faster with a less annoying tail." But as it became more and more 2-dimensional, all I could think of was Superman, when Marlon Brando put the Krypton criminals in that window and jettisoned them into space. I don't know if the poor rodents spirit will ever escape that hot patch of asphalt.
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germany:
i was saving that booger for you...
unravled:
This journal is really depressing, dude.