I'll try to make this quick, because Donnie's hovering over my shoulder, dispensing editorial advice... We moved into our new house six days ago, and almost blew it up the first night. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration, but only slightly. The guy from the gas company couldn't figure out how to turn off the heater in the bathroom, so when we walked ( Read more... )

I'm at my aunt's house printing some resumés. The place is a madhouse. Connie's screaming at the kids, the kids are screaming at one another, a frog hopped into the living room through the back door, and they all started screaming about that. Connie insisted it was "huge." It was two inches long, and trapped in the curtains. I scooped the poor ( Read more... )

I went to an interview this afternoon for a part-time stocking job at the Opelousas Wal-Mart, and should know something by Friday. It would entail at least 33 hours a week stocking general merchandise from 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. I don't think it'll pay significantly more than The Daily Iberian, but it'll be closer to Eunice. I might rather try to get on ( Read more... )

If you happen to see my father walking down the street sometime (not literally, of course -- I doubt the fatass actually walks anywhere), you have my blessing to spit in his face. You might notice him and his wife, the Trashcan Troll, sitting in the front pew at Trinity Baptist Church on Sundays. That's because they need all the divine help they ( Read more... )

Oh well, I'm at least temporarily moving back to New Iberia with Donnie. We need a place to get settled, and his dad is taking too long deciding when and what we can move out of the apartment, so we're going to move into my mom's house until we can get on our feet. His grandparents want to sell their house, which means we have to find a place to go ( Read more... )

Wednesday night, Donnie and I had to dodge a train, and got caught out in the rain. We'd left the house to blow off steam after he threw a trash can across the room, and decided to follow the train track to Blockbuster. The track ran between steep, tree-filled ditches, and when we'd ventured out about a quarter of the way along, the spotlight from ( Read more... )

Yes, I'm bored. I've been sitting here, looking up information on Capgras Syndrome, Charles-Bonnet Syndrome, and Asperger's Syndrome. That's what I do for entertainment these days. *Sigh* I'd go to the library, but it's already almost three, and by the time I got dressed, it would be almost closed. At least I finally finished Because they Wanted To ( Read more... )

It looks as though my car has all kinds of things wrong with it. First, we replaced the alternator belt and thermostat, and now the repairman said that it needs a new air compressor and island pulley, as well as a replacement temperature gauge, since the car overheated, and the gauge got stuck on 260. He said if I drive it as is, the new alternator ( Read more... )

I've been throwing temper tantrums lately, because I'm frustrated about being stuck in the house most of the day. Donnie and I went out to The Caboose for a few hours last night. It was nice and relaxing while it lasted, but life always kicks you in the pants just when things seem to be going too well -- my alternator belt broke on the way out of ( Read more... )

Tonight Donnie and I sneaked into an abandoned bolt factory to look around. This was the second time we went in, but this time, we remembered to bring a flashlight. We discovered about a week ago that the door was unlocked, and stepped into the foyer, but it was too dark in there to see anything, not to mention the fact that it was incredibly hot. ( Read more... )