dankrubis

Thanksgiving rocked. I got good food and celebrated how my people were destroyed by the white man and I was annexed. Good times all around. Mom makes a great fucking... well everything actually. She's a better cook than your mom. Seriously.

So then it's three or four weeks or so and I'm moving to Chicagoland. Yes, I know it's gonna be fucking cold there, shut the fuck up. I'll have a wonderful woman to keep me warm. Plus central heating. Hopefully.

Then it's off to finding a job in my career. Would anyone like an unexperienced copywriter? Anyone?

Beuler?

Or however in the fuck you spell his name?

If all goes well this will be fun. I'll be on my own, 'networking' or so the big people call it, making some sort of living before selling something worth selling. Maybe a book. Hell, maybe I'll get some crazy fuck to produce a play down there.

Till then I'll be spending my time with a beautiful woman, having sex, eating decent italian food, watching nip/tuck and scraping ice off my car at 6 am.

You know what tastes good at noon on a Saturday when it's five degrees out? Whiskey. I know, just save your jealousy for the next guy. We're all out of crazy here.