Ha Ha. Just read my last post. Well things worked out. Got the job, just as I quit my old job and all is well. Fucking bastards. Damn the torpedoes! Woohoo . .. .

New year, looking for a new job. Damn disappointing - had an interview (second mind you) set for tomorrow. Last minute change with the tech recruiters for Monday. God damn, had my suit pressed, shined my shoes, did my nails - even set a salon appointment for lunch so I would have that freshly manicured look. All for naught. Sons of bitches. Haha - guess...
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Jesus its late at night . . . er morning. Working my ass off, trying to make up for my slackerness over the last month. Time to get out get going and get gone.

Ah the saving graces of the hair salon. I don't know about other people, but even better than shopping when your feeling missled - there is nothing like getting your hair done. Maybe its the stylist running her hands through my hair or the bad 80s elevator music. Maybe its just nostalgia.

Its partly routine. Thats the first thing I did when I moved to...
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Just starting to get around town now here in Albuquerque. What a laid back town. I actually got railed at a club last friday for wearing my black corduroy jacket. "Take off the fucking blazer man, this is burque!" Another five years, another move, another cultural adjustment.

In the night, in the chair
He sits there, he sits tight
No more cans, no more crime...
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