This is the last of these, I promise.
Someday, when I am not so swamped with projects (i.e. afternoon naps and finally getting around to watching the complete first seasons of LOST and 24) , I promise to return to my usual deep and beautiful reflections on the world according to The Sure Thing.
In the meantime, this is all I've got.
So, for purposes of dramatic tension, first, the response:
haha what's up man? That was neither a
Dominican whorehouse nor a presidential library,
but just some benefit dinner I went to in Philly.
Anyway, I agree with you about work sucking.
I'm all about trying to get paid for watching
TV. That is what I say my career goals are when
people ask me.
I think I'm getting there. I work for the
BaltimoreSun.com. I get to watch sporting events
and stuff and update the website and write a
little too. I just started so who knows how it
will be.
Does your fam. still live off Brinton's
Bridge? I passed by there the other day.
--XXXXX
And now, the original:
XXXXX,
That looks like a fancy room in your profile picture. Perhaps a presidential library? Or a classy Dominican whorehouse?
I work for a company in LA that distributes industrial refrigerator parts to butchers and school cafeterias, among other places. It's not the best job, but I'm getting some decent job skills.
Fuck it, who am I kidding? I'm not learning shit. What a waste of education. I have to sit in a cube with this pervert named Curtis ("Call me Curt!") who I honestly think spends the whole day figuring out ways he can brush his hand up against my leg. I swear to God I'm going to hit him one day. And that'd be legal, right? If he was harassing me?
Listen, I know this might sound weird, but don't you ever wonder why we all have to get jobs in the first place? What if we all just built farms together and really worked the soil and made something grow? We'd get up early and milk the cows. We'd take off our shirts under the blazing midday sun and dust each other off. Maybe even go for a quick dip in the watering hole. But we'd be doing it together - all of us.
Anyway, let me know what you're up to.
ACJ
In the meantime, this is all I've got.
So, for purposes of dramatic tension, first, the response:
| From: | XXXXX (Penn State) |
| To: | Alexis C. Jolly |
| Subject: | re: |
| Message: |
Dominican whorehouse nor a presidential library,
but just some benefit dinner I went to in Philly.
Anyway, I agree with you about work sucking.
I'm all about trying to get paid for watching
TV. That is what I say my career goals are when
people ask me.
I think I'm getting there. I work for the
BaltimoreSun.com. I get to watch sporting events
and stuff and update the website and write a
little too. I just started so who knows how it
will be.
Does your fam. still live off Brinton's
Bridge? I passed by there the other day.
--XXXXX
And now, the original:
XXXXX,
That looks like a fancy room in your profile picture. Perhaps a presidential library? Or a classy Dominican whorehouse?
I work for a company in LA that distributes industrial refrigerator parts to butchers and school cafeterias, among other places. It's not the best job, but I'm getting some decent job skills.
Fuck it, who am I kidding? I'm not learning shit. What a waste of education. I have to sit in a cube with this pervert named Curtis ("Call me Curt!") who I honestly think spends the whole day figuring out ways he can brush his hand up against my leg. I swear to God I'm going to hit him one day. And that'd be legal, right? If he was harassing me?
Listen, I know this might sound weird, but don't you ever wonder why we all have to get jobs in the first place? What if we all just built farms together and really worked the soil and made something grow? We'd get up early and milk the cows. We'd take off our shirts under the blazing midday sun and dust each other off. Maybe even go for a quick dip in the watering hole. But we'd be doing it together - all of us.
Anyway, let me know what you're up to.
ACJ
