dear universe in the shape of a medium-sized oregon town called yew-gene,

please give my boyfriend a job. he is talented and smart and friendly and, unlike my hired-ass self, never cops an attitude with people and he's real handsome and trimmed his beard and everything and his last boss was a fucking fascist who told him never to think and he really, really needs something to pick his chin up again here and i mean in the form of employment, not anything dirty you might be thinking of that might put a spring in his step. (i tried that already. it worked, but i think most things wear off when you're unemployed, y'know?)

thanks.

love,
molly