Guess what kind of day it is...
Sep. 1st, 2005 01:41 pmI had to go and register for classes, where they expected me to pay them with money that I don't have, and it took all manner of cajoling and arguing until they were willing to wait the few weeks until I have the money to give them.
I'm not sure I want to be a social worker anymore. Being a social worker would entail helping people. I don't want to help people, I want to beat people in the face with a brick until they help me. Of course, engaging in the first part of that plan probably negates the second part.
Kneel before Zod.
I'm not sure I want to be a social worker anymore. Being a social worker would entail helping people. I don't want to help people, I want to beat people in the face with a brick until they help me. Of course, engaging in the first part of that plan probably negates the second part.
Kneel before Zod.