I'm really geeking out today. I've started some meaningless employment recently -so that I can hope to one day fund a more meaningful future- and today I was issued an apron. I've always wanted a job where I got to wear an apron. I felt so gyped that I had to wear a vest at Value Village, ther's jsut not the satisfaction of front pockets that aprons offer. Is there anything better than standing around aloof, streching your hands as deep into the pockets as they'll go and swaying back and forth on your pelvis?
It has got to be one of the top 10 best sensations of the slacker culture.
I'm thinking of adopting the lifestyle of Ethan Hawke in Reality Bites. Except I will not be fired for stealing a snickers. Only tards get caught.
Oh, and smoking, that aint for me, so I'll spare my Winona the "you, me, a cup of cheap coffee and some smokes" routine. Though I'll take the coffee.

Anyone know any unemployed waifs I can dedicate Violent Femmes songs to?