Internet has not been working reliably for the past week. So... I am at the local university abusing their lax computer lab policies.
I've got so much shit I should update about but none of it is really interesting enough to read about in great length.
I'm now laid off 1 full month earlier than I was told, but I have to say, being able to wake up at a leisurely 7:30 in the a.m. is a fucking nice change of pace. this morning, for example I got up and made myself the "Dr.Stinkypants scrambler", recipe as follows:
1 pound of bacon, pan fried
1/2 bag of frozen hash browns, pan fried in bacon fat
2 bowls of trix, add milk as necessary
1 can, Mountain Dew
cook, serve.
allow one full hour for any unconsciousness which may follow.
faaaaaantastic.
Anyhow, while I wait around to see what kind of sitting on my ass type relief I might receive from our fair state, an explosion of phone calls requesting my presence for the holiday season has kept me relatively busy. As we all know, Kwanza only comes once a year, and it is a special time.
my sister, for some god damned reason has decided to move from Philly, a city I thoroughly enjoy crashing in for free, to some bum fuck town nearby so that her "boyfriend" (I use quotes there not to bring their level of commitment to one another into question, but because he's been more of a dependant than a boyfriend so far as I've seen) can enjoy a promotion. all of which is highly inconvenient to me making travel arrangements (as well as, you know, the life my sister has spent the last half a decade building for herself in that city)
my dilemma here is that I'm not really sure how to tell my sister (who I respect and get along with better than almost anyone else I've ever known) that I think what she's doing is counter productive with out coming off like I'm criticizing her, personally.
I suppose on one hand I realize that there is nothing I can do about it, and more importantly, its not really any of my fucking business, but on the other hand I just want to figure out how to make her do what's right.
so I guess thats enough for now. I feel like I should be using all my free time writing the great american novel, but so far ive just been catching up on sleep and sex, which, well... I don't really see a problem with that.
ta
I've got so much shit I should update about but none of it is really interesting enough to read about in great length.
I'm now laid off 1 full month earlier than I was told, but I have to say, being able to wake up at a leisurely 7:30 in the a.m. is a fucking nice change of pace. this morning, for example I got up and made myself the "Dr.Stinkypants scrambler", recipe as follows:
1 pound of bacon, pan fried
1/2 bag of frozen hash browns, pan fried in bacon fat
2 bowls of trix, add milk as necessary
1 can, Mountain Dew
cook, serve.
allow one full hour for any unconsciousness which may follow.
faaaaaantastic.
Anyhow, while I wait around to see what kind of sitting on my ass type relief I might receive from our fair state, an explosion of phone calls requesting my presence for the holiday season has kept me relatively busy. As we all know, Kwanza only comes once a year, and it is a special time.
my sister, for some god damned reason has decided to move from Philly, a city I thoroughly enjoy crashing in for free, to some bum fuck town nearby so that her "boyfriend" (I use quotes there not to bring their level of commitment to one another into question, but because he's been more of a dependant than a boyfriend so far as I've seen) can enjoy a promotion. all of which is highly inconvenient to me making travel arrangements (as well as, you know, the life my sister has spent the last half a decade building for herself in that city)
my dilemma here is that I'm not really sure how to tell my sister (who I respect and get along with better than almost anyone else I've ever known) that I think what she's doing is counter productive with out coming off like I'm criticizing her, personally.
I suppose on one hand I realize that there is nothing I can do about it, and more importantly, its not really any of my fucking business, but on the other hand I just want to figure out how to make her do what's right.
so I guess thats enough for now. I feel like I should be using all my free time writing the great american novel, but so far ive just been catching up on sleep and sex, which, well... I don't really see a problem with that.
ta
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I'm going to take a dump on your chest. that'll learn ya.