Is it weird that I like to buy raisin bran, but I dump it out, pick out the raisins, and then just eat the bran flakes?

And before you say anything, no, eating something like Wheaties isn't the same.

cat sits on my lap
beverage running empty
dehydration's fun

Random observation #467281928374

Have you ever noticed how Kevin Allison looks exactly like Carol Burnett when they put him in drag?

We now return you to reality, already in progress.

There are few things more unpleasant than going to take a sip of a drink and having one of the ice cubes explode.

*splutter*

Halloween II, an observation.

For someone who supposedly sat in a chair and stared out a window for 15 years, Michael Meyers has an awful lot of stamina and upper body strength.

And I realized it's been a while since I made an update of any substance. To make things easier to follow, I think I'll do a numerated list.

1. The job search thing. I haven't had an interview since the last one, which had the same result as the one before it. This means I've had a whopping 2 interviews in the 2 months since I graduated. Part of the problem is that I'm a new graduate, and there's a bias against new grads, thanks to places like Pima that churn out crappy unqualified graduates as fast as possible. I've reworked my resume though, and I'm hoping that it's more enticing to prospective employers. I'm trying not to get too depressed by the whole thing, but it aint easy.

2...well really more 1a. A buddy of mine...well, okay, a fuck buddy of mine (note to those few who aren't aware by now, I'm bi-leaning-more-to-the-gay-side), has been talking recently about his desire to move back to Santa Cruz. Well, the other day he forwards me this job posting for a position in Santa Cruz and includes the words "you get the job, and the two of us move down there and get a place together." I'm trying not to read too much into this, but that (combined with a few other things) sounds an awful lot like a proposal for living together as opposed to being just roommates. Part of me wants to ask him to clarify his intentions, but the other side is all "no you'll look retarded." Blah.

3...or 2, if you consider the previous paragraph 1a. The living by myself thing is awesome. I love only having to clean up after and deal with myself. I have this skankly neighbor chick who I think has the hots for me, and...um, ew, not even with Kevin's dick, and my upstairs neighbors have twin 2 year old boys who insist on stomping everywhere, but aside from that it's great. I think I'm happier living alone than with another person...oh dear, I think this has turned into 1b, and I've shot the numerated list all to hell. Bollocks.

Oh well, sod the numerated list. I don't think I have anything else to update anyway.

The makers of Black Velvet and The Sarah Silverman Progam not soproudly present you the following random and wrong quote:

"I learned that some of the best pastries are made by terrorists who dress like lesbians."

We now return you to your regularly scheduled...whatever, already in progress.

Since I know you're all just dying to see my new digs...

( be it ever so humble... )

It aint much, but it's all mine. XD

Have I ever mentioned how very very much I hate moving?

And how very very much it sucks to have done so, and to no longer have access to my dad's oxycodone?

Because right now my back and knees are made of throb and ouch and OHGODWHY.

And I'm coated in a lovely slime from having sweated to almost the point of dehydration pretty much constantly throughout the day.

I should probably go take a shower and get so very very drunk. And take about double the amount of naproxen I usually do.

But at least I'm now in my new place. My bed is set up and made (and it's calling me as we speak), my TV and DVD player are set up (albeit in the living room since there's no room in my bedroom for it, which means no more sleeping to the TV...that's going to take some serious readjustment), and I have my computer stuff all set up. Tomorrow the real fun begins. Unpacking. OH JOY! :\

Have I mentioned ouch and hurt and pain and shoot me yet?

I am now posting from inside my new condo. It's alllllll kinds of empty, since the vast majority of my belongings are still at Casa de Lardass, but that will be changing rather rapidly over the next week or so.

And not to worry, faithful fanbase, I just set up an appointment for Comcast to come install my interbutt next Tuesday, so there won't be any downtime. I'm not planning on permanently taking up residence until after the 22th (yes, I did just say twenty-tooth), so you won't miss me in the slightest.

I can't wait to have everything all here and be settled. I'm so excited. I just can't hide it. I'm about to lose control, and I think I like it. XD