Lifestyles of the penniless and obscure - "Broccoli three times a week will kill you."

So today I did the patient programme, and I have to be there tomorrow at 7:30am; bleah. Good thing: I get $30/hour. Last night I applied for an agency and I got an acceptance email back. They've already sent me about three different auditions; too bad all three I actually found out about earler that evening. Maybe I should set up my own agency, don't you agree? That one lady from that one agency saying I couldn't make it without her and I couldn't find my own jobs was full of shit.

A house I shot for has sold before I could upload the pics. I wonder if I'll get paid for it. My employer is waiting to cut us a cheque when HE'S paid by a bride. Whatever. I don't like the fact he likes to condense a fucking two months salary into one paycheque just to save paper (?) and make it easy on himself. I have decided I don't get a rat's ass about saving trees. I want my fucking paycheque NOW.

Anyroad, I ate dinner too fast and now I'm seriously hurting because I tried to powerwalk it off. Walking around my neighbourhood is always interesting. I get barked at by yucky little dogs that probably have rabies, almost run over with bikes by yucky little brats who probably have rabies, also...and every once in awhile I DO pass by a honeysuckle bush that serves to remind me that there IS a God, even though where I live is probably level 6 in Dante's Inferno.

This old actor today told me he only ate meat, and veggies and beans would kill me. He's one of those guys where you're not exactly sure if he's being cheeky or dead serious. He made sure to show us all his boxer shorts and I could have lived without the image.