Saturday, January 10, 2004

Back from my interview at Thomson Plaza that lasted all of 2min. Says he'll call. (Why do I hear that soon-to-be-broken promise so often nowadays?) Went for class dinner last night and Jane was complaining about her "shit job" that pays her $1200 a month to "do nothing". I think I'd love to have a shit job. She says she might quit and give the shit to me, but I think she's Jane-ing me. So here I am, listening to my new R.E.M. CD bought with my parents' money, still jobless, thinking of how Michael Stipe looks like Moby and how perhaps Thom Yorke does look a little like Clay Aiken, if you look with one eye shut and your head tilted sideways, and wondering why I didn't buy the Expanded Special Edition of the disc including a second Enhanced Rarities Bonus CD with live, acoustic non-album versions of songs I haven't heard.

-- tee @ 2:57 pm |