I like money. A lot. Really, really, really, really like it. It’s delicious. Unfortunately, I don’t have a lot of it. But places that requires it keeps popping up every which way. It’s tragic, really. I went to a music store and within half an hour had a pile of CD’s in my hands. I had to narrow it down to Elliott Smith and Mogwai. And it pained me. But I did it. So I’m halfway there. But I wish I had big means. That would be peachy.
I need a job.