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California...supercool to the homeless
Because I was so exhausted yesterday evening, clearly the logical thing to do was to go over to Jeff's and hang out until 2:00 AM. Neko had no compunction about drinking cheap beer with 19 year olds, but I got to snuggle with a teeny tiny kitten for hours. Jeff's girlfriend brought over her kitten, just for me. As soon as I saw "him" (she had told me her cat was a boy), and I knew it was a girl, because she was a dilute tortoiseshell. Sure enough, after I proved to everyone that the cat indeed had a vag, there was much surprise all around, and the cat became a girl.
After that I had major kitten fever. The cure of course, is more kitten.
So, the job interview. We talked for over an hour. He didn't offer me a job on the spot, but it seemed to go well. I didn't leave feeling great about the whole situation though, because 1) If I'm hired, I could be getting myself into something way over my skill level and 2) it pays per project. So some weeks there might be 60 hours worth of work, and some weeks none.
I dunno. I'm still bitter over the Children's Home thing. I just wish it would work out with going to school. I guess I could call them back up and ask them if school could be accommodated, but the lady I spoke to really seem to emphasize that a flexible schedule was mandatory.
As for the kinky photo shoot, well, it's my final project in photography. I'm having models pose in replications of torture positions from Abu Ghraib. And not surprisingly, many of them are of an erotic nature. The military are pervs.
After that I had major kitten fever. The cure of course, is more kitten.
So, the job interview. We talked for over an hour. He didn't offer me a job on the spot, but it seemed to go well. I didn't leave feeling great about the whole situation though, because 1) If I'm hired, I could be getting myself into something way over my skill level and 2) it pays per project. So some weeks there might be 60 hours worth of work, and some weeks none.
I dunno. I'm still bitter over the Children's Home thing. I just wish it would work out with going to school. I guess I could call them back up and ask them if school could be accommodated, but the lady I spoke to really seem to emphasize that a flexible schedule was mandatory.
As for the kinky photo shoot, well, it's my final project in photography. I'm having models pose in replications of torture positions from Abu Ghraib. And not surprisingly, many of them are of an erotic nature. The military are pervs.
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