I crawled into a hole with Haruki Murakami at about 3:30 this afternoon. I did not emerge until I had read 100 pages of Kafka on the Shore, napped a bit, and gave myself 2.5 orgasms (sometimes they are hard to count).
After I spent many minutes wishing for a robot maid to bring me some sort of sustenance, I got out of bed and checked my e-mail and Google Reader. Lo and behold there was not one, not two, but three jobs that I might be qualified for. Three potential jobs that were not there this morning. And even if I am not perfectly qualified for all of them, I am going to apply. Just the fact that they are there reassures me.
Tomorrow I am going to write a self-piteous post about how I never, ever win the lottery, have private concerts with Elvis Costello, or get to have sex with Al Gore, and frankly how much it terrifies me that those things don’t happen more often. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
Hey! I just started reading that Haruki Murakami book also. Al GORE. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww. God i hope you get a job soon so you have better sex fantasy manz.
I have to have Kafka on the Snore read by tomorrow’s Rock and Roll Bookclub meeting. Doh!
Also, I’ve loved Al Gore since I was like 20 years old.
I keep playing the lottery but I’ve never won either. NOT ONCE. What are we doing wrong?
Well, my main problem with never winning the lottery is that I never buy a ticket.
i never get to have sex with al gore either, surely an inconvenient truth for me!
Please don’t ever put the words sex and Al Gore together. He’s a hypocrite.
http://www.businessweek.com/innovate/NussbaumOnDesign/archives/2007/02/gores_carbon_fo.html
Please tell me you were joking…or at the very least explain why you would desire to have sexual relations with him? HIM??? For reals??
The only big thing that Al Gore has is his Carbon Footprint. I’m going to go throw up now.