Back, I suppose.
It's been a million years, it seems, since I wrote in this damned thing.
I live in Coventry, CT, now, with five other twentysomethings.
Mainly I continue to read, garden, and raise tropical fish.
I go to the bar every Monday night, but never seem to meet anyone.
I work in a computer lab 5 days a week, a pet store taking care of fish 1 day a week, and Monday is my one day off, when I work on my white-boy tan and do Yoga.
I've upgraded to a 2000 Ford Taurus FFV SE, from my 96 taurus deathmachine.
It is a vehicle capable of using ethanol fuel, which is almost half the cost of gasoline.
The nearest public-access ethanol station is in Albany. Gods below!
I have a small male orange tabby named Budidu. He is my boy.
Socially, my life consists of my housemates, and my jobs. I'm working 38 hours a week, so when I start getting paid on the 20th, I should be rather set for awhile, and may even be able to pay off the heating oil company, and save some money (anathema to a college student, I know. But I can dream of acting mature.)
I just wish I could meet some new people. Maybe the bar and occasional forays to a caffeine establishment are not enough.
I am currently reading "The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder" by Manson prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi. Very succinctly and effectively stated case.
Maybe when Obama is president, I can stop drinking.
I live in Coventry, CT, now, with five other twentysomethings.
Mainly I continue to read, garden, and raise tropical fish.
I go to the bar every Monday night, but never seem to meet anyone.
I work in a computer lab 5 days a week, a pet store taking care of fish 1 day a week, and Monday is my one day off, when I work on my white-boy tan and do Yoga.
I've upgraded to a 2000 Ford Taurus FFV SE, from my 96 taurus deathmachine.
It is a vehicle capable of using ethanol fuel, which is almost half the cost of gasoline.
The nearest public-access ethanol station is in Albany. Gods below!
I have a small male orange tabby named Budidu. He is my boy.
Socially, my life consists of my housemates, and my jobs. I'm working 38 hours a week, so when I start getting paid on the 20th, I should be rather set for awhile, and may even be able to pay off the heating oil company, and save some money (anathema to a college student, I know. But I can dream of acting mature.)
I just wish I could meet some new people. Maybe the bar and occasional forays to a caffeine establishment are not enough.
I am currently reading "The Prosecution of George W. Bush for Murder" by Manson prosecutor Vincent Bugliosi. Very succinctly and effectively stated case.
Maybe when Obama is president, I can stop drinking.