i shouldn't get a sunburn in october.
long time no update, eh?
well, gee. let me catch you up.
-jesse's moved in & we're getting along quite well. so ... to everyone who said, 'once you move in together you'll hate each other.' BULLSHIT. we snuggle & watch adult swim constantly. & go to sleep STILL snuggling, listening to some cheesy, melodic mix CD. most of the time it's littered with death cab & the decemberists. some of the only music we can agree on.
-he's employed. i am not. i'm also short a photo i.d. to get a job & short a social security card to get a photo i.d. boo hoo. actually, wendy's desperately wanted to hire me, but i didn't want to spend 4 hours filling out paper work, promising i wouldn't spit in a customers face or piss in their coke. nor, did i want to watch a 30 minute documentary on dave thomas, which was a requirement, might i add. after solemnly walking out of the interview, they called me the next day to work. WTF?
-i think i have semi-employment at the catering hut place. i have to wear a penguin suit, if i am, so everybody get your giggles out. they haven't called yet, but they did make me sign up for an event to work. weird.
-we're living in the lap of luxury these days. silk sheets. silk robes. unending supply of cigarettes. yogurt galore. TV in tons. creepy christmas music playing in the background right now that makes me have a happy, cuddly montage in my head.
-& not to be outdone by sane people, melbert meloy WILL BE a cowboy this halloween. for the unknowing, melbert meloy is my lovable, siamese kitty, who more often than not has fecal matter dangling from his fluffy tail. i can easily find all the other necessities (mini cowboy hat, hand-made chaps, etc ...) ,but where, oh, where will i ever find mini holsters & guns? sigh.
-i thought deeply about making a shirt that says 'babies eat free!' but decided against it. it seemed distasteful ... & that makes me want to do it all the more :(
that's about all that's been going on. oh, &:
-jesse got semi-drunk the other night & woke me up at like, 5 a.m. heaving & asking for a bag. i reached over & handed him one, not sure of it's purpose 'til i heard "BLEAAAAGH!!" i was pretty sure then.neither one of us felt TOO well, so we slept a lot that day. he's a very strange man when intoxicated, might i add. shouting prejudices & obscenites with his ass in the air. spilling beer all over everyone. & talking more than i've seen him talk in the entirety that i've known him. but it was good. we found out through our slurred speech & drunken honesty that we care about each other a fucking lot. & everybody has their retarded doubts, you know? but when both of you learn you're just stupid & selfish ... it helps a lot.
-i wish someone would give me a present. just 'cause. :(
well, gee. let me catch you up.
-jesse's moved in & we're getting along quite well. so ... to everyone who said, 'once you move in together you'll hate each other.' BULLSHIT. we snuggle & watch adult swim constantly. & go to sleep STILL snuggling, listening to some cheesy, melodic mix CD. most of the time it's littered with death cab & the decemberists. some of the only music we can agree on.
-he's employed. i am not. i'm also short a photo i.d. to get a job & short a social security card to get a photo i.d. boo hoo. actually, wendy's desperately wanted to hire me, but i didn't want to spend 4 hours filling out paper work, promising i wouldn't spit in a customers face or piss in their coke. nor, did i want to watch a 30 minute documentary on dave thomas, which was a requirement, might i add. after solemnly walking out of the interview, they called me the next day to work. WTF?
-i think i have semi-employment at the catering hut place. i have to wear a penguin suit, if i am, so everybody get your giggles out. they haven't called yet, but they did make me sign up for an event to work. weird.
-we're living in the lap of luxury these days. silk sheets. silk robes. unending supply of cigarettes. yogurt galore. TV in tons. creepy christmas music playing in the background right now that makes me have a happy, cuddly montage in my head.
-& not to be outdone by sane people, melbert meloy WILL BE a cowboy this halloween. for the unknowing, melbert meloy is my lovable, siamese kitty, who more often than not has fecal matter dangling from his fluffy tail. i can easily find all the other necessities (mini cowboy hat, hand-made chaps, etc ...) ,but where, oh, where will i ever find mini holsters & guns? sigh.
-i thought deeply about making a shirt that says 'babies eat free!' but decided against it. it seemed distasteful ... & that makes me want to do it all the more :(
that's about all that's been going on. oh, &:
-jesse got semi-drunk the other night & woke me up at like, 5 a.m. heaving & asking for a bag. i reached over & handed him one, not sure of it's purpose 'til i heard "BLEAAAAGH!!" i was pretty sure then.neither one of us felt TOO well, so we slept a lot that day. he's a very strange man when intoxicated, might i add. shouting prejudices & obscenites with his ass in the air. spilling beer all over everyone. & talking more than i've seen him talk in the entirety that i've known him. but it was good. we found out through our slurred speech & drunken honesty that we care about each other a fucking lot. & everybody has their retarded doubts, you know? but when both of you learn you're just stupid & selfish ... it helps a lot.
-i wish someone would give me a present. just 'cause. :(