Success!

Found a job!

Pay the rent, drink the beer, by the film for the camera.

Stop by Ver Close.

Only German convience store on Elmwood.

Laters.

Jon.

Went to Zoar valley today with Keith and Cait the straight edge chick.

Fun, sun, all that shit.

Still on the job hunt.

Perhaps a job as a bank teller?

Jobless and still happy.

I love Buffalo.

Fuck paragraphs.

Jon.

Well.
This weekend has been quite eventful. From the Lesbian burlesque show on Thursday to singing a little Frankie Sinatra on Friday at the Tudor to getting fired today from my stupid job at Globe market for not “fitting in�. This was the only job from which I ever got fired so the whole experience was kinda neat.

Oh well.
    
The job sucked anyway and now I have a real reason to go look for a new one. Tomorrow is another day and the job hunt begins anew.

Haiku:
Shitty job at Globe.
Stupid bosses. No respect
for them do I have.

Cheers,
Jonathan Michael Simon

It is way too hot today.
WWCAD?
Clay Aiken would probably turn invisible and then hop into a pool with some fine ladies.

I’ve been a naughty boy since I’ve been here…but hey someone’s gotta do it…

I have begun to have the most vivid dreams (me rollerblading down a darkened street with an angry mob chasing me…me yelling back at them: “The 90’s will come back and then we’ll see who’s laughing.�)
I believe that dreams are nonsensical mental pushups to keep one’s brain limber while one is asleep…but feel free to analyze…

Vaya con dios!

Party Haiku:
reckless abandon.
imbibed too many Keystones.
passed out on my porch.

Morning After Haiku:
Bastard one above!
Shitty neighbor banging floor.
That is my ceiling.

Ok, congrats to all involved. The party was nice, people were chatting, schmoozing, mingling, chewing the fat and shooting the shit. Big ups to all the people I met and stuff.

No more blog, me leave house…me find foodstuffs…mmmmm, foodstuffs