how odd...

I just had a phone screen, but the person doing the screen just took notes for the form questionairre and will now give it to the tech manager at the company. Well, it's a job in West Seattle, which beats Redmond somewhat, and the job actually sounds fuckin' cool WRT data gathering. No one believes me when I tell them that relational databases get me hot, but tis true. Anyway it's a salaried position, which means fulltime, I suspect, which would pwn. And at least it's more than my first job paid in 1999.

I dunno, maybe I should just lose 15 lbs and become a porn teen model.

and i feel fine

Reminded of the "Homer buys a gun" episode recently. ("Five days? But I'm mad NOW!")

So last night I went to the BAR and got jiggy wit it. At first I was like "What's with all the gay men?" but I was assured that most of them were straight. Man, I dunno, I likes my straight men to be kinda gay lord knows, but there are limits. Like, for example, dancing with me instead of OTHER DUDES.

When I was still thinking they were gay, though, it made me think about how I used to want to be a fag hag and all that. But I think I'm over it. For one thing it's too trendy now ("Gay men, the hottest new accessory!"), for another, call me shallow, but I have problems hanging out with attractive guys who won't fuck me.