Max: I Moved but I'm Still Unemployed

I spread my wing-arms on another site now. Moon Zuppa stole me from The Commentator for a cool price. Thanks TC for all your troubles and for putting up with me and my loser entourage.

Today is one atmospherically disgusting day. The weather patterns have more swings in temperature than my 3rd to last girlfriend - she was a whore. Not an actual prostitute or porn star but a freelance whore. A volunteer if you will. Is it me or is Martha Stewart more lethally sexually tempting since coming out of prison? Those designer yellow cardigans are starting to turn me on. Man, what I would do with some lavender, a lamb (bah-bah) and some rope.

It moved me to go do some food shopping at the grocery store. My fridge has only dead black basil in it. Time to upgrade the fridge. If only mother knew - unemployed and stark raving lazy with food.

In my brisk pace it never fails that I be slowed down by lost old people in front of me. My attempts to dart right or left were prevented by oncoming fools and a railing. By the time I reach a carriage, irritation sets in. Of course, I always end up with the cripple carriage. You know the type. The one with the wheel that has epilepsy. Sometimes I get the one that doesn't even turn. I end up exerting double the energy necessary.

Haven't heard from Jeebies. The last time I spoke to him he told me he was going shopping for a Molly Ringwald t-shirt. He fell in love with her after watching 'Sixteen Candles' for the first time...last week. He's 34.