OH SHIT, IT'S DR. TRAN!

So it was pointed out to me that I haven't updated or posted or anything in a while.

So here's an updatey type thing.

No, I still don't have a job. Thanks to certain "schools" who care more about the quantity than the quality of their graduates, virtually every medical employer in the known universe is under the impression that all new MAs are retards who can't tell the difference between a stethoscope and a rhinocerous' asshole. Makes it hard to even get an interview, much less a job offer. I'm still applying away though. I don't have much choice. I have to apply for at least 3 jobs a week to keep getting my unemployment.

I'm still living alone and enjoying it. I don't have to clean up after anyone but me and HIS ROYAL MAJESTY the cat. I can eat what I want, my leftovers don't magically disappear, and nobody hounds me about my drinking. Oh, and I can have "visitors" * winkwinknudgenudge* whenever I want. Which isn't as often as I really want, but whatever.

And in the meantime I'm going apeshit not working, not knowing when, or even if, I'm going to be able to support myself again or pay my student loans or even live above the fucking poverty line.

And I think to myself what a wonderful world...

I just had an interesting revelation.

Welfare recipients and politicians are almost identical. Both suckle off the tit of taxpayers without doing a damn thing. The only difference is, the public displays outrage at those on welfare.

God bless America. :/

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.

Food porn ahead.

( LJ Carve )

Three cheers for cast iron, yo.

Do cats from other countries meow in a foreign accent?

This post brought to you by the letters gin and tequila, and by the numbers vodka and it's too goddamn hot to sleep.

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

So apparently the problem with my reading page is the reading page only goes back to the last 1000 posts or the last two weeks. Which evidently means nobody's posting anything.

POST SOME FUCKING ANYTHING, FAGGOTS!

Sheesh.

After spending roughly 4 hours mowing the lawn, my back and knees were howling with pain. The ground here is very uneven, and in some places pretty soft and moist (especially by the septic tank where the drain field is essentially saturated...yummeh), and the grass is pretty thick, so it takes quite a bit of effort to manhandle a lawnmower through it all. So, to take the edge off the pain I snaked 10mg of my dad's oxycodone.

Whoa.

I've been bobbing along in a low geosynchronous orbit for the last couple of hours.

Note to self: 5mg is probably more than sufficient.

In other news, my student loan funds came through. I've contacted several apartment complexes around the area, and actually heard back from a few even though I pointed out in my initial contact email that I'm an unemployed student. We shall see what happens.

Looks like I got the lawn mowed just in time. Here comes the rain again, falling on my head like a memory, tearing me apart like a new emotion.

Aint opiates fun?