Sunday, April 02, 2006

So, I'm stalling.
I don't want to read a 500 page book called "Bureaucracy".

So I decided to play on the internets, and came up with this, which I stole from everyone's favorite Rdog.

1.YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name)
Oreo Hartford (Ok. I no longer live on Hartford, but I refuse to have a number as a last name. Fuck you.)

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on mother's side first name, favorite candy)
Mary Skittles

3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite animal, name of high school)
Kitty Central (Shoulda specified which Highschool.)

5. YOUR OPPOSITE SEX NAME: (name of dad/mom, cell phone Company you use):
Richard Sprint

7. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (daily prescription medicine, make of car)
Ritalin Malibu

8. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, street you grew up on):
Sue Harlowe. (I'll keep it. It's hot sounding.)

9. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME: (first word you see on your left, favorite restaurant)
Pink Farraday

10. YOUR KUNG FU NAME: (favorite mineral, favorite animal)
Hematite Kitty

Heh. Now you guys get into my comments and kill some time already.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Yea yea yea.
It's been awhile.

Instead of lying to y'all about where I've been (Hitting the books! Voulnteering with disabled minority children! Teaching Indonseian kids English from a hut!)

I've been doing the stupid things that seniors in college do. Like trying to get a job.
Getting suspended from the one I have (no fault of my own for once). And trying to avoid my landlord and all the people I owe money to. Basically, I've been trying to fix the fact that I am broke with a capital B and have no insurance anymore, which is a bad thing with my asthma. (Now is a good time to use my donate button if you are so inclined).

Here's to hoping people don't notice that I didn't pay them.

I had the worst job interview of my life.
I drove 4 hours or so both ways to meet with a man that I will refer to as Dickhead.
Dickhead doesn't even stand to shake my hand.


After talking with him, he tells me how qualified I am, and how brilliant I would be at this job.
"However, Clarissa, I would like to keep you as an administrative assistant".

Now, if I'm qualified for a job, and you are keeping me as a secretary, there had better be a good fuckin reason.
So I nicely ask him why.
"You look like you could make a damn good cup of coffee."

So not only am I broke, I spent $100,000 to get a bachelors degree so I can have a life making assholes coffee.