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: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email 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.