There's some tired, poor, huddled masses stuck to the bottom of my shoe... fetch me a stick.

     I have a group interview at Liberty Tax Services this Friday. They weren't interested in Jeff, who was perhaps overqualified for the "costumed asshole" position. Luckily enough, my own meager skillset appeals to these people. Somehow. I didn't come right out and say, "Oh, I've dabbled in public transvestism before" or anything. Maybe I just have that look.
     In unrelated news, some facebook dude messaged me a few minutes ago, doing the cruisey chat-u-up thing, totally out of the blue and with random results. It wasn't immediately apparent what he wanted, and he asked if I knew Tina. This led to some serious miscommunication since my good friend's named Tina and he meant crystal meth, with whom I'm also acquainted (we're no longer on speaking terms). Surreal conversation. Didn't figure facebook for an environment conducive to that kinda thing. I mean, one post and the cat's outta the bag for all to see. Reckless.