i don't work.
but when i do, they have me perform thrilling, mind-blowing tasks such as: measuring 15 inches of gold ribbon, cutting said ribbon, tying said ribbon around green phisoderm face cloths, rinse and repeat. i tell you, this is too much for me, i don't know if i can handle all of this responsibility.
life will soon be transforming into a much more jam-packed ball of excitement, though, as i start two "jobs" that don't actually "pay" (i.e. com.pen.sate). i tell you people--with all this money i'm makin', i will be moving out of my parents' house soon!
in other news, there is no other news. old town? tomorrow night? who's with me?!
p.s. i love new york. i went to a party in brooklyn last week that featured ann arbor-ites masquerading as brooklyn-ites. we drank bell's beer, and one dude even handed out pins with the state of michigan on them. (me, slightly drunk and holding a pin upside down, turned to my friend max and said, "whaaat, is this supposed to be some sort of continent or something??") a week before that, i went to williamsburg for the first time, and it felt like cafe ambrosia exploded all over three blocks in brooklyn.
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I don't love mississippi.
oh, poor chris.
well, if it makes you feel any better, i do love new york, but i don't actually love being here that much right now...
let's all move down south
poor? I make $7/hr! That's huge living, that is.
This is my rough sketch of a few new state mottos:
Wisconsin: Drink Pabst and sneeze your vowels in Wisconsin.
Ohio: We keep Texas further from Michigan, in Ohio.
Mississippi: The best way to eat a vegetable is to eat a catfish and look at some salad, in Mississippi.
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