Chris and Andrew came over the other day. It was fun. Well, to me it was fun. There's nothing to do in McLean, though, so there was a lot of just sitting around. Chris, you left your green shirt in my room and an empty pack of cigarettes on my floor. My floor isn't a garbage can. Rather, my floor is my garbage can. Both articles will be waiting for ( Read more... )

The house feels more or less like home now... I still find that, without the diversions I took for granted in Manassas (an unrewarding job and the ramblings of an older brother), I make little chores for myself. I've gone to the grocery store the past two days, both times getting only enough food to sustain me for the day at hand. The only reason ( Read more... )

Got two kittens. Couldn't think of a reason not to. I named the light tan colored cat Bleach. Mom named the grey one Agony ( Read more... )

Any and all communique should be sent, through the appropriate channels, to the following destinations ( Read more... )

Tonight was my last night at Hollywood Video. Tomorrow I'm going to drop off my keys. Then I'm going to get my paycheck. Then they will never. see. me. again.

Tomorrow, after I've gone to Hollywood, I'm going to pack and load up my car with my stuff. That's right. I have a car. I'd say "picz soon!" if I thought for even a moment I could make it ( Read more... )

I like this house. It's still a bit odd. I don't like answering the phone, though. I'm always afraid it'll be someone asking for grandpa, and I'll be the one to have to tell them that he's dead, and I live in his house now. I've had to do it once already, and luckily it was just a woman asking him to build a church (he did such things in life). The ( Read more... )

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So, I'm moving to McLean. And I'm still not even sure how to spell it.

I will be unreachable tomorrow, the next day, and probably most of the day after that. I'm vacationing in my grandpa's house. Goodbye.

I like chicken.

I like liver.

Meow-Mix, Meow-Mix, please deliver.