I've never actually seen a pork rind. But it seems like an apt universal talisman of absolute, all-encompassing doom. Don't write me off so easily though chabib, I still wash my hair, and get out of my pajamas (most days).
I work for the guv'ment. My title is "cultural events coordinator," which is a snooty way of saying that I throw parties 'n stuff in my city. I am responsible for coming up with events that would be beneficial and edifying to my community as a whole. Then I have to organize and run them.
My job is SUPER FUN because I get to be a nazi.
I can throw art fairs, dance exhibitions, battle(s?) of the bands, lecture series, theater productions. I can host interactive art workshops, let people paint streetlights (which I'm doing over the summer, fun stuff), construct a visual history of rock and roll (also on the bill) in the industrial park, throw outdoor concerts, demolish vacant buildings in throes of destructiveness and a need for catharsis...
I can do ANYTHING
which makes it difficult to focus, because no one is monitoring me, so I have trouble sometimes with incentive to produce. I'm in the middle of an especially frustrating project right now, which is why I keep coming on this goddamn forum and avoiding my occupational obligations.
I confess. I am an addict. I simply am not capable of curbing this on my own. chabib, I implore you.
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