Was that Parramatta Road? Sure looks like it.
After weeks of buckets, hanging, washing and filling the garage with the sweet smell of 2600 miles of groin sweat I finally discarded the tattered remains of my hiking shorts. It was a sad farewell. Why are the best clothes always the first to go?
I hate looking for a job. I'm not very good at it. I have a largely empty resume and cover letters are full of lies and bullshit. Just because I can write a better cover letter than anybody doesn't mean I like doing it.
