A Fairy Tale

Once upon a time there was a girl called Eru. She lived in the Hundred-Acre Suburbs with her father, her mother, and several illegal aliens posing as her siblings. Eru was a carefree girl, and liked nothing better than staying indoors and doing absolutely nothing all the day through.
One day, Eru's Conscience told her: "Eru, it is time that you grew up! Here, print off a resume and go jobhunting!"
Now, Eru normally paid no attention to her Conscience, as she thought it was a silly little thing with no sense of self-preservation, but this remark set her to thinking. And she thought, and thought, until her poor head hurt very much.
"Hm," was what she thought. "I think that my conscience may be right this time. It IS time that I grew up."
So Eru printed off a feeble resume and filled out some job applications, then put them in her yellow hand-basket and skipped off into the Big Bad Corporate World to distribute them, paying especial attention to Empire Theatres as the thought of being surrounded in food and movies appealed to her. (Even if they were summer movies, which are generally in Very Bad Taste.)
Then there came a scuffle and a kafuffle, and Eru's Inner Sense of Anarchy cried in horror: "What the fuck are you doing, man?"
Eru's Inner Sense of Culturally-Ingrained Greed and Corruption was annoyed at this racket, and said to her Inner Sense of Anarchy: "What does it look like? I'm getting a job, idiot."
And Eru's Inner Sense of Anarchy was aghast, and declaimed: "You're selling out to The Man is what you're doing! Becoming another corporate zombie! Just like everyone else!"
And there was a great wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Eru's Inner Sense of Culturally-Ingrained Greed and Corruption was taken aback by this, and, affecting an affable and calming tone, reasoned: "But, Eru's Inner Sense of Anarchy, this will give us lovely money! Don't you like money?"
"Money!" scoffed Eru's Inner Sense of Anarchy. "Money's a fucking prop of capitalism! A tool of the greedy fascist pigs who run this country!"
Eru's Inner Sense of Culturally-Ingrained Greed and Corruption pondered this long and hard, and finally said tentatively, "Sooo... is that a yes?"
"Damn straight," said Eru's Inner Sense of Anarchy.
And so Eru then went on her merry way, strolling blissfully through the treacherous middens of the Corporate World.

My little sister was just teaching herself how to play the riff from Smoke On Thw Water on Kerrin's guitar. Which is actually pretty cool.

~Jehane

Oh.

Hear that squeak? That's the sound of my stupid little romantic daydreams being thoroughly stepped on.
I guess it was about time.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go die now.

~Jehane