Show me the money!
Dear People Who Read My Blog,
I need a job. Please give me a job.
From the jobless hobo, Kaila
posted by Kaila at 3:12 PM
Friday, August 25, 2006
I need a job. Please give me a job.
From the jobless hobo, Kaila
About Me
- Name: Kaila
- Location: Langley, BC, Canada
Very well, where should I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. A sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical; summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.
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