Day 52: Kung Fu Fighting

Yup. That song is still stuck in my head. I believe it has now been 72 hours and I'm still singing it. Singing it waking up in the morning. Singing it waking up in the afternoon. Singing it to the grocery store clerk. Singing it to the guys at the gym. I like to break out in song at the gym just as some beefcake is ready to pop that last blood vessel in their neck and their head explodes. Some of them are going to die of a heart attack, anuerism, or some steroid complication anyway (just because you're not jabbing it in your butt does not mean all those "supplements" being smuggled up from the USA are real vitamins). Wouldn't it just be nicer if it was death by singing? Maybe the gym junkies wouldn't be so angry all the time if they had someone singing to them.

For anyone else jobhunting out there, it looks like the hiring frenzy might be starting. Keep your head up because this week does look to be a good one. Spring is good for that. This week I'm writing some tests for a federal job and although I'll most definitely screw up that interview, I'm pretty excited at the job prospects again. I've decided that minimum commitment with a paycheck is more my style than becoming prime minister, too, and that's helping. I figure if I'm going to kill myself with stress and french fries, it's going to be because I'm running my own business. The big corporations have screwed up so badly the last 5 years and are hemorraging so much money, they're half dead. It's time to take a bite before they sprout a second head and bite back.

I'm running out of things to say lately. Well, this weekend was good. Was slightly blinded by my cousin's home-brewed maple wine last night. It was so good, though. And good times. Nothing like being slightly blotto on a Sunday night with good friends that have to work in the morning. Or friends that do run their own business and have to bake all night 1/2 out of their head. I want to see that cake in the morning. I want pictures. I also think I'm in love with a parrot. A parrot that skateboards. Who couldn't fall in love with a parrot that skateboards, even if he does eat the skateboard in the end. Oh, and the pigeons are back to their Zumanity Cirque de Pigeon outside my front window. Gotta love spring entertainment. Male pigeons are so dumb. The female pigeons are like, "Seriously? Didn't I already tell you I was interested? So what are you doing way over there wasting my time, dumbass?" And the male pigeons are like, "She likes me. She likes me. She doesn't like me. She doesn't like me." Even though the female pigeon has already given the universal symbol (the waving of the butt) of "come in, I've got beer in the fridge.". Eventually the female pigeon just walks away and the male pigeon has to now make up some pretty fancy moves to get even close to the waving butt and the Corona in the fridge.

So, there you have it. My life. Still jobhunting. Trying to figure out how my roommate found my pants on his computer chair. Eating peanut butter out of the jar, with pants on, because my pants have now reappeared. Trying to think of a way of solving world hunger and ending wars. Thinking of how many bottles I need to collect to fill up my gas tank. Typical Monday.