tawnya

So yes. I made it safely. I'm here. I'm even mostly settled. There's still a big hunk of work to do at my Uncle's house, but the week after my birthday should be the beginning of the full-throttle job-search. There has already been much poking around and not much call for bartenders according to the local rags.

i've got a new car. He's a burgundy Civic 4-door. His name is Peter Honda and he will be Captain America themed, natch. And thank god he's got AC. I am dying here. Far too fucking hot. But at least I can wear flip-flops all the time, and i do so love wearing my flip-flops. It's the white trash in me.

A big bit of my spare time has been spent playing with Trigger, painting my nails and screwing around on the internets. Now I am obsessed with Last.FM and have a profile you should add so you can tell me what shitty music I listen to. I've been enjoying the hell out of the recommendations and they're not even very well defined yet.

Um, what else? Oh, tonight is my first foray into rocking the central valley. Lemme tell you, I'm going to kick it's ass with karaoke. You have been warned.