Occasionally, someone at a bar or party will ask me what it is, exactly, I do. Usually, I'll mutter under my breath for a minute and then make up something like "Ninja Assassin" or "Hot-Rich-Lady-Manslave". People don't believe me.
Today though, I found something that sums up (in a lesser extent) some of the day-to-day absurdity I have to deal with. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you: PROJECT DESM
Also, this past Sunday, some dude walking his miniature poodle was mugged at gunpoint in the street under my bedroom window. I didn't know anything about it until all the police cars showed up and I saw the poodle (which i thought was an albino rat at first) barking at the prone form of the severely beaten dude in the middle of the street. The whole thing took about 3 minutes, police response was fast, and the guy is going to make a full recovery, but it's starting to make me think about my choice in living arrangements. That, or this is a strong lesson on NOT to take a miniature poodle for walks in a semi-dangerous section of town (which should be fairly obvious from the get-go really...)
--HK_Newbie
(This actually happened about a month or so ago, I just now got around to writing about it)
Monday, April 23, 2007
4:53 PM - What is it you DO?
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