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I have been pigging out on bontan ame, also known as Botan Candy (you google dis t’ing) — it’s good for your health, if you have some sort of blood sugar deficiency. Apparently this used to be made of millet (still tastes like it is), but no longer. All things fall from grace in the eyes of those who wait.

Random snippets from around the office:

‘hey, don’t pour [that can of coke zero] on the dog’ 

‘oh no’ 

‘don’t say ’oh no’ and then start pouring’

Random snippets from my life:

‘yeah, I dunno, I kinda wanna go back to school.’

‘do what?’

‘dunno, figure out what I want to do’

’shouldn’t you figure out what you want to do before you take two years off your income?’

‘ah, yeah’

Tsst, sensible people. I considered doing something about my joke-calibre tertiary education (art school is a joke, BA or no BA), in which I wrote a total of three papers — a shockingly sparse 10000 words. All you have to do is make vaguely-coherent gestures at laissez-faire sentence structure, and sort of spell your name right.

Who dreams of scrapping steady income for campus hijinks in the middle of an economic hellturn? Is a major lack of challenge enough to make any man turn career quisling? Jobs, jobs are vampires. I just googled [a job is a vampire] and got this: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=vampire%20job kinda NSFW unless you have 30 inch monitors and 72 pt text, in which case you deserve what you will get.

Speaking of which, Twilight– really?