So the room is really nice. It's bigger than Kenari's, which was a relief. Plus there are dresser drawers sewn into the wall, which I'm really jazzed about. Only thing is there's a definite lime-decor going on with the walls and the hallway, but I'm told I can fix that. It also kind-of smells like clean hippie, which makes sense ( Read more... )

So Kenari and I had a long conversation last night about my amorous past. It was good but it was brief (but really, how much is there to say about it? I guess a lot but not really all that much at the same time. Also, many of the questions I have I really don't want answered. Blah blah). Anyway, it's out in the open, so there. The conversation then ( Read more... )

Recently I feel like I'm hemmhoraging friends, that I'm incapable of talking to people I care very deeply about.

Also, I can't sleep.

Hey, so I got the job. Don't worry. New Jersey can fuck itself, once the people I care about head east and move to Portland with me.

BUY ME THIS!

I'm too sleepy to even write. This morning I finally went to Community Services after, oh, two hours of sleep or so. I filled out the application placing my supervisor name where the phone number should be. And I put two f's in "professor." I have an interview on Monday at three. Wish me luck. I chatted Joan up about Gillian Welch, who is coming in ( Read more... )

Christopher Thomas Alexander's Aliases

Your movie star name: Tofutti Cuties Thomas

Your fashion designer name is Christopher Reykavjik

Your socialite name is Ray Ray New York

Your fly girl / guy name is C Ale

Your detective name is Cat Monmouth Regional High School

Your barfly name is Cheerios Whiskey Sour

Your soap opera name is Thomas ( Read more... )

So in all the talk about Hurricane Katrina (FUCKING IMPEACH BUSH)
I had no idea that Rehnquist finally kicked the bucket. Fortunately this means that "Father John" Roberts gets to be elevated to the chief justice. Which means that he gets to set the tone of the court for the next, oh, thirty years or so. So life is going to be awesome, basically. ( ( Read more... )

I have a very bad stomach ache. I'm beginning to think I have an ulcer. Why not? It goes with the rest of the old-timer things, like balding.

I don't know how I'm supposed to look for jobs tomorrow when I don't have any money for bus fare.

WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE!??

I'M LIKE, TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OLD!

I'M LIKE, OLD!

I'M A FUCKING ADULT!!

I CAN'T BE AN ADULT!!!! I STILL POST ON LIVEJOURNAL, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!