It’s bloody amazing the things a person can find out when they’re not actually doing the work. A friend of mine (that’s how you shall be referred to on here ’til you tell me whether or not I can use your actual name, hun, sorry) was doing an essay for
An obligatory update, in which I basicly say nothing. Because it was all said at like 1:00 this morning. And after hanging around my usual blog reading haunts, I’m finding little else to say–except, that is, that some of you people need to blog more. If I can manage 3
So an IM conversation I was involved in somehow got onto the topic of whether or not a blind man could actually own a car. How that happened, or why, is still anyone’s guess. But, in doing so, I discovered something perhaps too glaringly obvious about the system that regulates
By what must be a grose miscalculation, this little randomly opinionating spot of mine has somehow managed to attract over a thousand unique visitors so far this month. That’s… um… well, I suppose that’s a good thing. O’course, they don’t come much more unique than me! *cackle*
Okay, I’m done.
So why am I about the interview tomorrow? I mean, only a little… but… eh. Still. Nervous is not me. I think it’s a lot to do with the fact it took, like… 2 months to get this far, but I dunno. I’m not worried about not getting this job,
In fact, I should probably be a little frightened. Two of the seven currently recorded searches for this month that lead people here are merijuana, and medical merijuana. I blame it all on this entry. But at least it’s not, you know, death to america or something. Apparently the government