What's bothering me now?

I'm supposed to be putting together a portfolio for job hunting. Frankly, I can't imagine that anyone is going to be impressed with letters from my therapist and other assorted people who are helping me get my life together. I don't think any prospective employer is going to waste their day thumbing through some bullshit collection of facts detailing all my shitty jobs. My resume is awesome, has been for years now. Did it help me overcome the fact that I "don't look professional" or that I can't drive? Hell no it didn't. I swear, I'm getting ready to go back into phone sex. At least I know there are jobs available there.


On a brighter note, here's a funny picture of me outside LJ's diner.
It's a place way up north in the UP of Michigan.
It's funny cause it says LJ. ;-]



Deadland eps 1-5 are posted in case anyone is listening.
YEAH!!!
Rest assured, the explicit stuff will start soon enough.

I need to find a classical guitarist to play for half an hour before my wedding.
My old friend who is actually a guitarist has decided he's too busy to brush up between now and October.
I don't mind telling you I think that's a fucking drag, but whaddaya gonna do?
Anybody know a classical guitarist who might work for a couple slices of cake?
(I'm kidding, I'll pay them. Or to be more specific, H will pay them)

Oh, and four of my short stories are gonna be in the Stone Garden Anthology.
Wheeeee!