alright. here is what happen. the day went as follows:
first, i was awakened by a violent phone call from stephen odd. it turns out he wanted to have lunch with me at savage pizza. over slices of the greek, we discussed at length the functional paradigm and its application to eigenvectors and the like. or maybe that was two different conversations about the same thing...
in other news, i am quite pleased i haven't found the carrots. tomorrow, things will be thrown away and fires will be put out by the poolside. ah, the good life. fried chicken!
then, the most strange thing happened. i dressed up for an interview. this was a radical decision, but it was met with success as i walked into the office building in the 2000 block of peachtree st. across from the r. thomas, software is being made and they want me for president. appearently, tomorrow, they'll let me know if they're going to put forth an offer and decide on a salary. they need to compete with the pct.
then, donald panda appeared on my telephone. he spoke in monotone, indicating that he wished to get himself drunk and fucked up so that was the plan. i attemped to contact sam i am, but the fellow seems to be non-responsive, such as the platypus who has been shaved. fortunately, nothing was missing! i got to play the free pool at lenny's and enjoyed myself watching donald play with the gimp stick. jennifer and fuck-if-i-can-remember-her-name joined us in a game of pool.
jennifer was hot.
but i decided to just cool my jets and enjoy a friendly game of pool. tact, party people! it's called tact! a winner is me! no sense in hitting on girls in bars expecting something to come out of it, especially when i end up making an ass out of myself.
well, the nice element here is the latter comment didn't happen, so the nice guy will hopefully win what he wants. root for the nice guy! DO IT.
first, i was awakened by a violent phone call from stephen odd. it turns out he wanted to have lunch with me at savage pizza. over slices of the greek, we discussed at length the functional paradigm and its application to eigenvectors and the like. or maybe that was two different conversations about the same thing...
in other news, i am quite pleased i haven't found the carrots. tomorrow, things will be thrown away and fires will be put out by the poolside. ah, the good life. fried chicken!
then, the most strange thing happened. i dressed up for an interview. this was a radical decision, but it was met with success as i walked into the office building in the 2000 block of peachtree st. across from the r. thomas, software is being made and they want me for president. appearently, tomorrow, they'll let me know if they're going to put forth an offer and decide on a salary. they need to compete with the pct.
then, donald panda appeared on my telephone. he spoke in monotone, indicating that he wished to get himself drunk and fucked up so that was the plan. i attemped to contact sam i am, but the fellow seems to be non-responsive, such as the platypus who has been shaved. fortunately, nothing was missing! i got to play the free pool at lenny's and enjoyed myself watching donald play with the gimp stick. jennifer and fuck-if-i-can-remember-her-name joined us in a game of pool.
jennifer was hot.
but i decided to just cool my jets and enjoy a friendly game of pool. tact, party people! it's called tact! a winner is me! no sense in hitting on girls in bars expecting something to come out of it, especially when i end up making an ass out of myself.
well, the nice element here is the latter comment didn't happen, so the nice guy will hopefully win what he wants. root for the nice guy! DO IT.