That basically sums up my day.
Alright, I'll fill you in. I got up at 10:30 to take a shower, left at 11:00 to get to Oakland for a doctor appointment at 1:00.
I arrived at 1:15, my mom didn't know where she was going. Point is, the funny thing about it is this, my doctor looked like the lovechild of Chris Elliot and Dave Attell, which I guess would make their lovechild David Cross. Point is, he looked like all through of those guys put together, like, have you ever seen the movie "The Fly"? And the guy gets put into a teleporter with a Fly and then their bodies become one, it was like if that movie had featured those 3 guys and they all went into the same teleporter and got put into one. Their name would be Christopher Dave Cross. Interesting enough.
Anyway, when I got there, he attached this black thing to my head. I felt like I was sitting in an electric chair, and then he started asking me a bunch of questions, one of which is "What do you do?" I replied to him with the same answer I do to everybody when they ask me that question.
"I eat, poop and breath."
Sadly, he wanted more.
So I told him I sleep too.
That, also, didn't satisfy him. So after that, I told him that I went to school, stayed at home, am a minor web celebrity and that's when he started asking me if I have a myspace account. I told him I do, despite how much I despise the site, and I told him I only use it for my work to get noticed because it's such a social network. He began to tell me about this website he had been working on for about 3 years which had finally opened up as a beta so people could check it out, but he's so "old" he doesn't know how to program or set up a myspace account, so he hired me.
That's right. Christoper Dave Cross hired me to make him a myspace account, and now he's going to pay me. I, Mark, am officially, and internet prostitute, I will do things for people that require internet use as long as they pay me.
I also dogwalk, so if you ever need somebody to watch yer pup, I'm the guy.
MW

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