this is a dispatch from mr. hay: elizabitch is alive and foine.

who wants to give me a job!

bueller!

ok, back to the want ads with me.

i always wanted a barcode for a tattoo, but i got a star instead. maybe after the pink ribbon i'll get a barcode.

via boing boing

so apparently, i am no longer a student of the university of new mexico. i'd like to refer to it as now being a student of life, but really, they decided i couldn't have loans anymore.

did you know they cut you off after an absurdly high amount of money!!!

so, yeah. wonder how long it will take them to figure out i don't go to school here and not let me in the labs anymore? wheee.

confidential to mr mcnally: your link is updated. :)

so the brightest spot in an otherwise crappy day? the bumper sticker in the hospital parking lot that said "on the eighth day, god created akitas"

indeed.

things to do when the computer lab is closed:

1. watch movies (seven! this week: royal tenenbaums, say anything, office space, notting hill, the insider, jerry maguire and pinero. i'm nothing if not umm varied)
2. take naps
3. daydream of those salad days* when i'm a trophy wife
4. two words: aura reading
5. some actual writing. can you believe it?
6. crafty things even if someone thinks it's related to my distant girl scout past

*i think salad days is the damn funniest phrase ever! start a trend!

so, let's all pretend i'm brak from the brak show. it's more fun that way!