thejack

(Huffs, puffs, and blows your shit down.)

I am one of three little pigs:
Not of stone nor timber was built mine abode,
Straw was the choice I made.

A great wolf did appear before my door,
And not by the hair of my chinny chin chin did I swear to let him in.
So he huffed.
He puffed.
And blew my reality in.

Well...
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There's this little thing over here we call the "Alien Card".

It certifies that, yes indeed, you are a foreign national. It is surrendurable upon internment or exit from Nippon, whichever comes first.

It also serves as ID, which never seems to come in handy unless you're making a membership at a video rental place or being arrested. So in those regards...
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Work always sounds and looks so nice in principle and on paper.

It is simple really: spend some time exerting a certain amount of energy, and receive some form of compensation.

Thus, work is much like taking a shit. In addition to the above similarities, they also both often stink and leave a body feeling empty.

How I love the yen! (5)
I will whore...
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They call this "Golden Week" in Japan, and no sequence of days has ever been more aptly named.

Any English sensei worth their salt works for the time-and-a-half holiday rate, and averages 8-hour workdays for the duration. When some of us pull down 3500 yen an hour, that's nothing to sneeze at.

Golden indeed.

It tends to suck if you fuckin' hate teaching...
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(the sound of an electronic bidet returning to it's "waiting position", followed closely by the watery sucking flush of a toilet)

Ah. Any time I'm constipated, I now bring my iBook into the john, log into this site, and I'm suddenly, almost dangerously, relieved of my colonic burden.

Thank you, suicidal girls dot com!

TOOL nima "Hooker With a Penis" 1:17 - 1:40



pee-ess: my...
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... and if they do, will they care?

Hi.

Call me Jack.

Everything you really need to know about me is here.

No one's really gonna read this shit...