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• Gods and Square Circles, by Dawson Bethrick

The radiators are on for the first time this year. And I’m glad, because it was getting awfully chilly in here. But I wish my apartment didn’t flip flop between feeling like the surface of the sun and absolute zero. It’s as hot in here as it was on the hottest day of summer, before we got the air conditioner. I’ve been wanting to get some of those plastic sheets to put over the windows, because we’ve got a draft problem, but… it would stop me from opening the damn things when my flesh is melting off.

I guess I was drunk-posting again last night, huh.

Cartman: They aren’t going to find out who did it, but they will make up a scapegoat, send him to detention, and make us all believe it. It will be 9/11 all over again.

Kyle: Will you shut up about 9/11!

Cartman: Kyle, why are you so afraid of the truth?

Kyle: Because anybody who thinks 9/11 is a conspiracy is a retard!

Cartman: Oh really, well did you know that over 1/4th of the people in America think that 9/11 was a conspiracy? Are you saying that 1/4th of Americans are retards?

Kyle: Yes, I am saying that 1/4th of Americans are retards.

Stan: At least 1/4th.

Kyle: Let’s take a test sample. There’s 4 of us, you’re a retard. That’s 1/4th.

That’s not enough degrees.

Hey Microsoft Windows. Nobody likes you, you know. You’re so attention starved. No, I don’t want to restart my computer. The only reason anyone pays attention to you is because your dad has lots of money. You’re such a dork.

I wish I could just write employers a nice little note instead of pulling some jargon-filled resume out of my ass, and sucking up for four paragraphs in a cover letter. It would say “Hi, I’m Candice. I’m better than those other jerks. Just ask anyone. That’s the only thing you need to know. I will be waiting for your job offer at (555)-123-4567. Bye now!”

I hate having to pretend to be some robotic clone, and I’ve never been good at protocol. Then again, if they realized who I actually was (not a robotic clone) they would probably hire one of the real automatons instead of me in the first place. Because that’s exactly what they’re looking for. And exactly why I don’t want a stinkin’ job in the first place. Eh. At least I’m a moderately good actor. Gonna go practice my dead-soul-fake-smile in the mirror some more.

I’m too lazy for non-conformity, though. Creativity= effort = the enemy. I should get off of my ass and just go be the starving artist I probably am… But for now I’m just starving. Job plz!