hrm, does this work?

Confirmed: opting for B 98.5 (apparently) in the morning works far, far better than hideously loud static. This morning I woke to the crooning of George Michael, "...guilty feet have got no rhythm."

And I beat my old record on the commute: 4 minutes, 26 seconds. And that was with some douchebag going 55 on 285.

I've been fairly off-balance all week. From work on Monday morning I headed to Skitchietta in search of Justice. Then to jail for a day. 25.75 hours of sitting around, with no stimulation whatsoever. I read the inmate regulations twice, cover to cover. I read a pamphlet on the psalms. I listened to my mexican cellmates singing canciónes de ( Read more... )

I have a theory about this BILLJ+waitress thing ( Read more... )

"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea, for the Devil sends the beast with wrath, because he knows the time is short... Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast for it is a human number, its number is Six hundred and sixty six. And that is how much you owe us for rent, prorated from the fifth."

My next coffee mug:
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Moving sucks my balls. I'm not looking forward to lugging my shit up three flights of stairs, but I am looking forward to blazingly fast commutes and a lack of bugs! (I just killed a silverfish as it was exploring the top of my bare foot. Ugh. Just don't eat my books, you dirty little bastards.)

I haven't showered in a few days. Rad.

Nick, I hope you no longer cry yourself to sleep at night now that you're armed with the knowledge that I'm officially your friend.

I haven't had time to do anything aside from work and sleep and take care of crappy tasks before Johnny Law comes after me. One of those tasks was finding a place to live that doesn't require 15 minutes of driving in fear of bored protectors of the peace, so I'll be moving into the same apartment complex as billings and violin (assuming, of course, that ( Read more... )

I'm in debt up to my eyeballs ( Read more... )

I took a three hour nap ( Read more... )