Update 2
Dad just returned home. Now, I do realize that I am a dissapointment in everyway to him and anything I say is to be taken with shotgun propelled rock salt. My suddenly bugoning job prospects mean nothing becaus I am not hired yet. That is not pleasing to me. To his credit the objections that he is making are based on the somewhat vague and lame sounding qualities of this mystery job
I also have another interview tomarrow at Starbucks. Considering their decient (slightly higher than I have ever erned an hour) wage and very good benefits program, with the big plus of my old overlord Shewie and and minor minus of the ever chatty R.G. (AJ, I know you know who this is :p say nothing!) this would appear to be the oppertunity to leap for. I will have to swallow my bride and become a drug dealer to the venomas marin bourgeoises and a souless member of the Columbian scented crew of the damned.
In health news, my poor poor Mama Kali Valentine has been stricken with a plague almost biblical in nature. I appologize for being corse in writing of this but it is from my deep concern. She has nansty member of the mono family that even a Feverman would fear. Evidently the current effect of the blight, currently in its worst phase makes here appear like some shapely well toned female Betelguese. She has begged any visitor (and MANY of you out there should be making the trek) announce themselves before showing. She does not want to scare us. I respect her desires though must confess my temptation to sneak a peak. It is so decadently rare to be able to see one of the most naturally beautiful people you know in such a condition. I realize that even mentioning it is heartless and wicked but I also know that I am not the only person out there with a little demon in their ear begging any form of small malfeasance. I love her to death anyway, no temporary condition would have any effect on how lovely she is to me anyway. Nothing short of Regan in full possesion anyway. Valentine with a rotateing head does have a certain odd appeal though.
I have also learned that my poor Oma now has added aescimic colisis (I tried to look up the spelling on this one, just go phonetically). The short version I got is that it is like your lower intestines or colon haveing a heart attack. My mind is not wrapping around the concept for various and obvious reasons. Her health decline is seeming to me like an agonizingly slow grim faced showball. At this time I cannot form a sufficiant emotional response to it. No one has yet bothered to explain the full potential gravity to me. Since I cannot ferrit out the correct spelling of the ailment I cannot research it yet either.
Well Wednsday, you have six more hours to fuck with me. What you got!?
I have not smoked this many cigarettes in a day since my 21st birthday party.
I also have another interview tomarrow at Starbucks. Considering their decient (slightly higher than I have ever erned an hour) wage and very good benefits program, with the big plus of my old overlord Shewie and and minor minus of the ever chatty R.G. (AJ, I know you know who this is :p say nothing!) this would appear to be the oppertunity to leap for. I will have to swallow my bride and become a drug dealer to the venomas marin bourgeoises and a souless member of the Columbian scented crew of the damned.
In health news, my poor poor Mama Kali Valentine has been stricken with a plague almost biblical in nature. I appologize for being corse in writing of this but it is from my deep concern. She has nansty member of the mono family that even a Feverman would fear. Evidently the current effect of the blight, currently in its worst phase makes here appear like some shapely well toned female Betelguese. She has begged any visitor (and MANY of you out there should be making the trek) announce themselves before showing. She does not want to scare us. I respect her desires though must confess my temptation to sneak a peak. It is so decadently rare to be able to see one of the most naturally beautiful people you know in such a condition. I realize that even mentioning it is heartless and wicked but I also know that I am not the only person out there with a little demon in their ear begging any form of small malfeasance. I love her to death anyway, no temporary condition would have any effect on how lovely she is to me anyway. Nothing short of Regan in full possesion anyway. Valentine with a rotateing head does have a certain odd appeal though.
I have also learned that my poor Oma now has added aescimic colisis (I tried to look up the spelling on this one, just go phonetically). The short version I got is that it is like your lower intestines or colon haveing a heart attack. My mind is not wrapping around the concept for various and obvious reasons. Her health decline is seeming to me like an agonizingly slow grim faced showball. At this time I cannot form a sufficiant emotional response to it. No one has yet bothered to explain the full potential gravity to me. Since I cannot ferrit out the correct spelling of the ailment I cannot research it yet either.
Well Wednsday, you have six more hours to fuck with me. What you got!?
I have not smoked this many cigarettes in a day since my 21st birthday party.