Job interviews make me hate Francis Ford Coppola

Ok got a job interview on Wednesday with a bank in Lakewood (denver suburb). Sounds like a cool gig and the pay wouldn't be bad at all. Hope I get it, but job interviews freak me out. I mean where you work is a pretty big impact on your life and well getting a 45 min. dose of me is a whole helluva lot different than an everyday dose of me. First of all, strangers suck. Any time I meet a stranger that isn't a hot chick I immediately play "friend or foe" although I've changed it so it's more like "foe until proven otherwise." Basically I come across as a prick, and I'm aware of this. It's built into my nature. My cavemen ancestors were probly stuck up pricks too. Fuck that, I'll kill my own mastodon, you dick, even if it will probly eat my face. But if I like you after a while I warm up and turn into a loyal dude. Like Tom Hagen in the Godfather. Homeboy was loyal to the end. Err... was loyal until he didn't get the same pay as Pacino to appear in the 3rd one. But that was probly because Francis Ford Coppola was a dick. Talented, but a dick. I mean did he seriously think his daughter was the best for her role in the 3rd? Was his thought "oh wow in my totally unbiased highly professional objective opinion, this Sofia Coppola is all that epitomizes great thespian acting. I think I will consider her for the role, but will be mindful if an even more superior actress comes along." Or was it "damn, I'm the shit, fuck yeah my daughter's gonna be all up in this shit. Man fuck Duvall. Who cares who Tom Hagen is his name aint mutha fuckin' Tom Coppola is it?!?"




add-on: I've been having the "get a dog" itch for quite a long time now. The breed I think I wanna get is a boston terrier. Those dogs are awesome. They're crazy looking, super smart, super loyal and actually pretty lazy. And they're small enough that I can take them into wherever I'll be living in the future w/o problems, and they don't take big shits. Also, they don't bark hardly ever, so no goddamn yapping. Also, I've changed my future dog's name. I was gonna name it Ballard, after one of my favorite jazz drummers, Jeff Ballard, but I decided that I have so many favorite drummers I'd need about 40 dogs to name them after my favorites. So new choice is Daley. Like it for a bunch of reasons; 1. It's sort of like Bailey, a well-known dog's name, but just a lil different sounding which is cool. 2. It's Celtic (see the Boston-Ireland-Celtic connection? See what I did there?) For "advisor." I love the idea of calling my small loyal smart dog my advisor. And somehow "consigliere" isn't that great of a dog's name. 3. It's a homophone for "daily", as in "one day at a time," a philosophy of life that has become extremely important to me. (I actually stumbled upon this name and liked it the more I read about it. I wasn't even looking for a name for a future dog. Weird how stuff works sometimes.)

Anyway, going to bed.

(when anyone reads this, they'll notice right away that my blog is just for stream of consciousness typing. Even if I were to find out I had 0 readers ever it would still exist. And would never have a focus. I just sit down and write whatever comes out.)

Also, how do I change the color of the background of my blog? Not the blue or red backgrounds, but the "Linda-Blair-just-puked-on-your-blog-while-possessed-by-an-overrated -1970- movie's-demon-and-the-old-priest-is-going-to- overact-and-jump-out-a-window" green.