phillipetheotter

Some goddamn asshat stole my helly hanson rain shell and my fleece liner when I got up to take a whiz at the Virginia Cafe. The culprit cunningly replaced my $200 gear with a $2 tiny person's windbreaker. Oh, I was fooled, let me tell you. Devious fuckers.

It's not the cash value I care about, as I got that stuff for free when I was pulling a stint with AmeriCorps in Alaska. It's the fact that the rain shell was my only piece of rain gear, so now I have to wander about, as it rains like a cow pissin' on a flat rock (imagine that in my coon-ass Louisiana accent), getting soaked. And the fact that it was my shit! Take advantage of a man when he's peeing, jesus.

Had a date ! I scarcely believed it either. True to form, I nearly convinced myself to cancel and maintain my pseudo-monkdom. But, I went, and actually had a good time. Turns out she has a boyfriend. Once again, Charlie Brown life for me, I say.

I rented a yurt (my new favorite word) at Nehalem Bay for Christmas Eve. I figured that if I spent Christmas Eve by myself in my apartment that I'd get needlessly depressed, and I don't have the money this year to make my usual Christmas foray to the casinos (the Mississippi ones, haven't been here yet). I figured that it'd be nice to camp on the coast, just spend Christmas Eve in natural serenity. Smoke some grass, play some guitar, do a little hiking. Cook my food stamp-purchased Christmas dinner on an open flame.

And I will soon have a radio show on KPSU. It shall be called "The Island of Misfit Toys." Format undecided as of yet.