headhunting

pucha, pare. i know. i know. no posts for a thousand years. i'm back. wb me!

so here i was, some time ago, looking for a job. i wanted a nice office. a great salary. a challenging project. maybe some people under me. guess what, they won't give those to me. so i said, ok. my resume is shitty. i'm too stupid to hold an office, much less a desk or a pen. and pucha, the only people who won't mind being under me are dead. you know, going to the graveyard (graveyard shift. har! har!) and stomping the bee-jeezus out of the dead.

so i decided to be a gardener. a gardener for the dead. i plant dead people. i'd like to see them grow into trees. and the trees, waving back at me when the wind blows on them, would look like dead people. lots of dead people copulating. then they would give birth to dead children. then i'd plant dead children.

what? silence! i kill you!

(heck. next time i'll be really be blogging about me. me as in me me. like me alive. it'd bore you to death. but hey, i'll have fun boring you and leave you as dead.)