The honeymoon of finally having a full-time job is over. Every morning for the past two weeks, I’ve driven to work half an hour early, so I can sit at Starbucks, ogle beautiful women, and drip anguished tears into The Once and Future King. It’s not that I don’t want to work...well, no, I don’t want to work, but since I have to, I’d rather do something that exploits my good looks, charm, and/or writing skills. Ideas? My morals aren’t so unreachable they can’t be pulled down to pornography or fluid donation.
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