GARBAGE IN / GARBAGE OUT

i was trained at a "job" today by a woman who smelled of play-dough and had possible facial razor burn. it was the first job offered to me (temp job) and hopefully won't be the last. i'm taking it quickly due to need for money and good hours. easily quit, as well.

you know those ads for stores that you get in the mail and automatically throw away? i basically just put those into a computer, change them, create different ones. i think. it seems like the most pointless thing i've ever done, perhaps, but i can do it while listening to music, and very easily. casual dress, as half the people there are in metal bands; i'm starting to think those ads are less about making pointless garbage that become background noise to a constant consumerism, and more about giving nihilists some rent money and a place to go everyday to be comforted by their (my) shitty background noise to a constant flood of musical entertainment. ah, city.

my secret motives in this "job" (and, again, in quotes because i feel it leads to nothing and is not actual work, however, is paid) are the following:

1) to perhaps find a way to take brant and my address off of the mailing list for those fucking ads, which i've tried quite unsuccessfully to do in every apartment i've ever had;
2) learn the lyrics to the new propagandhi album before they tour through chicago again;
3) lose weight through a constant diet of both bullshit nothings and downtown transit exhaust;
4) free coffee; and
5) cultivate a further sense of born-again virginity.