Monday, September 12, 2005
Imitation is the Sincerest Form of...Mockery? Is it Mockery?
Well, I've been polluting hyperspace again. Went over to dear Spinning Girl's page and found a link to Flash Fiction Friday. I think I may have seen Monkey do this too (or monkey's human?). In any case, since I have no job and lots of time, I thought I would try to expound on JJ's intro to a story.

This week it is: If only I had been able to retrieve the X before that awful...

However, in order to keep you, dear readers (all nine of you) fascinated and perplexed, I shall be completing this story on my Story Page. Please click here to derive reading pleasure.

Umm...let's see:

Went to the unemployment office today. Man, I've forgotten what's it like to live as a civilian and not a Probation Officer. I stood in line. I got barked at. I had to turn off my cell phone. I had to stand in single file.

Does the Labor Department HAVE to make you feel so worthless just because you don't have a job? Man, the consumer society SUCKS.
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