'cause there is too much love

if by love, you mean 'wasting time via sudoku'. so i'm listening to some old local rock and/or roll from a local band that kids in my high school rather dug at the time of my matriculation from that grand old public school under the venerable Doctor Arnold, whose muttonchops i have imitated for the past week. i'll be your rooftop, baby!

finishing off my 'teach for america' application as my failsafe measure, and like i didn't know there'd be a section for references at the end, and, get this, they're like, 'don't use the people you used to write your letters of recommendation,' and i'm like, farg! now, it's good to have a list of references on hand just in general, but now i need to rack my brains for a moment and drop somebody a line to get contact info. i don't have that many people who can vouch for my character, being a rather shady figure.

if all this fails and goatherding doesn't work, maybe i'll be a freelance diplomat. but my real ambition perhaps is to be a simple worker, like maybe a bank teller, and disappear and [excuse me for a moment] give my bloody roommating infidel fiery cancer of doom-death. why oh why?

and then we'd be happy! wouldn't it be nice?