there are job offers i get, but for various logistical reasons i can't take them. right now if i had a vehicle i could be making mondo moo-lah, but i need mondo moo-lah to get a car. i'm really starting to think that the universe has this master plan of bending me over a cosmic barrel and shoving a big red ball in my mouth. what is a poor boy to do. i'm going to whore myself out; move to detroit and do things for money i never thought i'd have to do.
album du jour: joy division unknown pleasures