lame prophecies

i got a job offer. it is in austin. i am geographically challenged.

i miss my friends. they are scattered everywhere. let's buy an island?

i play video games.. i decorate my future apartment in my head. i am reading bridget jones's diary right now which is surprisingly not terrible. it is actually very funny. i have lost on the tivo but have yet to watch it.

everyone i know is a pisces. so happy birthday to all my pisces friends: my mom, amber, jessica, ginny, mary, ian, y mas.

i am really glad that it will be a while before i have to wear a suit and panty hose again. nothing makes me feel worse. don't get me started on the female suit. it is the worst invention ever. if you want to look like some sort of triangular joyless hermaphrodite than putting on a pants suit is definitely the way to go.

i saw of montreal last weekend. it was pretty cool but something about it was kind of creepy. the lead singer slinked around in shiny clothes and made me feel strange. drug-like kind of. enjoyable but a tad unsettling. people wanted them to play the commercial for outback steak house? which is wraith pinned to mist and other games.. but maybe someone legitimately wanted to hear the jingle. kind of odd.

i always know where i am going to work before i get offered a job there. when i first walked into the building of this company i felt like i was going to work there. when i applied to richmond camera i had a dream i got the job that night. what a lame thing to be prophetic about.