18 May 2009

the white house

i mean, do "they" not understand what it's like to get a call from them a wee before 8pm their time? like, when i call them back with their 'super secret, don't share this number' digits and no one answers, and i get kicked into a voice mail that doesn't accept messages, don't they know my ego won't let me sleep tonight?

and you and i both know this is the one arena where my ego controls me. white house job = elated ego. elated ego = winner. white house job = winner.

the end.


p.s. happy birthday dad!

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