3:57 p.m. on 2002-04-22
Profit from stupidity

I've been awfully bored as of late and my cats aren't being very helpful. Ever since I got them fixed, they're like a couple of old ladies. They whine for their dinner at 3:00pm and are in bed by 8.

I'm consistently amazed by the internet in that there's no shortage of people surfing the net that seemingly need to buy my bad reject cd's. Some of the titles are comical, true unknowns in every sense of the word. Yet, there in my half.com account are direct deposits for cd's like Tony Orlando's Greatest Hits and Michael Penn. I have no idea whi Michael Penn is but someone thinks he is special enough to pay me $6.00 for a used copy of this cd. Go figure.

Did I mention that at the CUNY job fair, the CIA (who were tabling for prospective employees) announced that "If anyone on this line has smoked marijuana more than 5 times in their life, you are immediately disqualified from a job with the CIA." Of course, this included me as I can assure you that a strand of DNA sampling in my hair tells ALOT more of a story than just the occasional joint. I stayed though. Half of the line thought otherwise and just stepped off. It was like a mass admission to guilt that the CIA tablers were laughing their asses off about.

My birthday is coming up soon and my mother just asked me what I want. I said I didn't know. It's true. I hate being put on the spot. All's well, though. I must run along to pick up my graduation tickets.

in the slammer - up for parole