The Wee Democracy

i'm reading 'the picture of dorian gray'

i also talked to cindy today to discuss salary. the offer is officially on the table, but i need to find out how much i'm going to make, how much i'm going to clear and factor all those things into my decision making process. it's a big decision, and one of the biggest ones i've ever made...quite possibly the biggest. it's daunting, for sure. thankfully, i have the support of my texas friends, and they are encouraging me via compliments.

so, back to dorian gray. hell, i've almost got a crush on this guy, fictional though he is. i was thinking, do i want to sell my soul for eternal youth? well, given that i'm not as beautiful as dorian, i think not. however, were i saidly gorgeous, i think i might. after all, i've seen the ravages of old age, and they are quite terrifying. and it leads me to wonder about lord henry's maxim, that beauty is a form of genius, and further still, a superior form.

it's like that episode of seinfeld, where jerry dates that freakishly beautiful woman and uses her to get out of traffic tickets and so forth. people immediately respect and envy the beautiful, much moreso than the intelligent. and believe me, i know. i'm intelligent, and no one envies me. then again, i'm belligerent and a drunk, so maybe that's why.

any advice on the job front should be addressed to me in a prompt manner.



feeling: a twinge of nervousness and excitement
thinking of: banging chicks in northern michigan, or banging fran drescher
song of the day: under pressure - david bowie and queen (despite rick's homophobia)