I think I hate you.
Yes, you.
Ha.

The last few days (two days in total - wow, that's a lot of days) I've been being stalked ( Read more... )

I have a job now. I've had it almost three months now, which is six times longer than how long I had my last job! Everyone is proud of me. Roksaburo told me so. Speaking of Roksaburo, he's eating dandelion greens and making munching sounds. Not that you care ( Read more... )

I know I've made jokes, or comments and observations that I call jokes despite their lack of humor, about Southern California. I've compared it to hell. I've said it's smelly and hot and causes puppies and kittens to explode violently and without warning. Southern California, however, ples in cmparison to the terrors of a place so gorrible that ( Read more... )

Format change today! It's easier than content updates, and almost as frequent this year.

Something magical has happened ( Read more... )

Just for today, I'm rescinding my "Nothing's happening, so why are you even reading this" principle. This is a direct result of an odd turn of events in which things happened ( Read more... )

When most people talk about a dysfunctional home, they're referring to the relationships between the people who reside there - passive-aggressive roomates, self-imposed martyr mothers, schizophrenic grandmothers fraying the entire family's nerves while only one person is left to attempt the futile task of keeping the peace and civility of a "normal ( Read more... )

I moved. I don't have a job. I need one ( Read more... )

Wait... What?