Ah...to once again sup at the table of milk, honey, and 6-month-old salami...I'm jealous.

(note: in the interest of maintaining open sharing of emotional states, and thereby avoiding a horrible fiasco such as the Mark v. Jason fight, I give you a word: sarcasm)

I only have to imagine that Quizno's is still far better than almost anything else that Glen Rose has to offer, although I certainly won't be trying to take your job anytime soon. Value that job security--once you hit regional manager you might finally find someone that could rival you in terms of intelligence. Although it's not altogether likely, poor bastards.

In the Kingdom of Josh, a new idea is rearing its ugly head: I think I want to be a mutual fund manager. Already I waste much of my day with news, finance, and world events, so it's only natural that I might have a job that would allow me to roll these into one happy-as-fuck little package. Enough investing to make me happy (not to mention vomit-inducingly wealthy), yet I wouldn't be day-trading, which almost always leads to...uh.......


suicide.


I don't like dying, so I think I'll find safer ways of making my dolla' billz.

Hunred' Dolla' Billz, y'all.

Well, off to sleep/eat/run/lift weights/do homework/love the universe and its ever-evolving Lifestream, Gaea.

Once again, congrats Jason!

OVAH and OUT.