It rocks entirely to spend your day outfitting people with bike gear, introducing them to cycling and hopefully because my job won’t leave me in total despair curled up in a ball clutching my kitten at the end of the day, I’ll have more time for blogging and stay true to the greener path.

Plus I get sweeet discounts and am finally gonna get hooked up with a ‘cross bike.

Life is a cupcake, eat the frosting first.

So far the best experience has to be: applying to hold a sign and wear a styrofoam costume of the Statue Of Liberty outside a tax firm, and being turned down. I was polite, e-mailed a sparkling resume with references and talked to tax-man Rick about my enthusiastic athleticism, what a waste of breath. Nothing makes you feel good about unemployment like being told “No, you’re not good enough to hold a sign.” When I drove by later they had a 240+ pound man in a tank top dancing and swinging a “File Your Taxes Today!” sign like some bosomed marching band baton twirler, good one Rick, that’s really going to set-off a stampede of customers.
I have almost every job available on Craigslist memorized at this point in addition to a mental map of every business within 10 miles that’s hiring, I wonder if there’s a way to just make money from that.

Today’s Coffee: 24oz Chai Latte – I have a hummingbird for a heartbeat.

(a hint: they have their logo smeared on almost every pc and [some macs] in existance, and they use blue letters)

1. You guys suck.

2. Instead of blaiming your interns for your ineptitude you should actually come in to work, find and then sit in your cubicle; all that stuff piled on the desk-like object in front of you is the work you’re not doing.

3. I won’t miss listening to you gossip and dog on every individual not within ear shot, and just so you know I was always within hearing range.

4. Oh yeah… firing someone over a voicemail after they’ve left for the day is spineless, not suprising coming from you but still spineless. No I will not come in later with a security escort to pick up my things, why don’t you go eat a hamburger and choke on a cow —-.

Really now, I mean if my grandmother knew what a computer was, I’m sure she’d blog too.

I’m sure I’ll only update once a week or so, but back-date my posts so I look like one of those non-procrastinating bloggers.

What will I talk about…? That’s a good question, I’m just a young, gay, thermal wearing P-Towner, so I guess I’ll blog about that. Blogs are kinda like reality t.v. but for those of us who consider ourselves better than t.v.; it’s still just as trashy/vouyeristic/addictive as tivo-ing the latest 15-minutes of fame celebrity real-life t.v. experience, but somehow it’s better.