poetry On Friday at approximately 11:21 AM, I will be a master of English, which while sounding cool translates into very, very few jobs. Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
Thanks! Jobs aren’t really all they’re cracked up to be; I’d be happy to avoid them, if not for that pesky money addiction.
congratulations
…on the no jobs, i mean
thats tim for you… always there to pick you up
Thanks! Jobs aren’t really all they’re cracked up to be; I’d be happy to avoid them, if not for that pesky money addiction.