October 6, 2005



  • Because you care:
    mais que nada
    adriena bartosova
    oba, oba, oba



    It’s been asked a few times, what I do for a living. When asked that, normal people have normal answers. I’m a cop, an accountant, hooker, etc. Unfortunately I’m not normal. Far from it. I’m so far from normal that they wouldn’t even let me on the short bus to go to school.



    Yes, I own a semi-new business that deals with industrial design and business solutions. This means I have a lot of bills and depend on a constant cash flow. It also means I sometimes take part time jobs in between my travels.

    Most importantly, it means I can do things like travel or clubbing if I feel like it. Clubbing as in I usually club my part time bosses in the face before I leave for a new country.

    So I guess you can say I’m a mediocre designer by trade, part time hire by necessity, and wannabe porno director(my resume is adorned with naked women).



    Now is an even better time to get a second job because my girlfriend has moved to Seattle. I literally have no one to do or travel extensively with.



    Deciding factors in getting a second job:

    -make and save more money by working seven days a week
    -Niners suck so bad that I can’t bear to watch
    -sexually frustrated (less chance of a tantrum if I’m in public/working environment)
    -outlet for excess energy not being used for sex
    -need to buy a house in a couple years, would appreciate not eating ramen for the rest of my life after buying said house



    What the hell do you guys do?


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