I Suck at Life.

I need a job. Since I'll be staying up here this summer taking Spanish classes (yay) and paying rent for the hypothetical apartment Kari and I will be staying in, money is good. If I started taking steroids and gained 50 lbs or so I could work at Orschelin's, since they're only interested in "heavy lifters." If thats not discrimination, I dunno what is. I'm also looking into being a part-time contract killer. I hear the hours suck, but the benefits are good. Staci told me I could take her job at Applebee's--but I'm really only interested in their food. Quite frankly, being forced to serve it instead of eating it would be cruel. I think I'll apply at Home Depot, but the way the roads work out there I don't know if I'd ever be able to find my way to work. Unless I get GPS and a dune buggy (I really wouldn't need a dune buggy, per say, but they are cool). My mom told me I couldn't work at Wal Mart because it is the evil corporation that will bring about the ruin of society (and yet she still shops there). Maybe I'll just forget this whole job foolishness and just fish disc golfs out of Big Creek all summer and sell them. Self employment is good.