hello, ladies and gentlemen, friends and lovers. it's been awhile, but much has happened.





monday: niki gets back from retreat. former atheist, said niki, finds jesus at said retreat. friends of said niki says she is now a freak. actual quote "i can only have a relationship with god right now." i find it disturbing/hilarious. dickie is now going to make me a shirt that says "god eats my women." i am not running a good streak, here. taylor said "the irony is written all over your right hand." clue: i had anna written across the knuckles of my left, and niki across the knuckles of my right. melody and rhythm. past and future. no one understood the logic.



thursday:



patrick and dickie come over for thanksgiving, along with the lexington family (aunt, uncle, gramma, and cousins), thomas, fiona, iseult, and marcelo. tamales, ham, turkey, rice w/ shroom sauce, corn pudding, casserole. beer and watching pink floyd's the Wall. best thanksgiving ever, by count of all involved.



friday:



sXe kid who works with me has been making death threats. you fuckin' non-straightedge kid. he's also tight with the remaining manager (the two that hired me have quit). so i'm 20 minutes late. the first time i'm late. power outage or something, alarm didn't go off. i am reported as being 2 hours late.

after selling $24,000 worth of stuff that day (no that is not a typo, $24,000) working an eleven hour shift from 6 am to 5 pm, i am told i am being fired. YAY! so i hear from bekki. i want to go very badly, but parentals nix. no driving on freeway alone that far. que puteria. to the buzz. i end up giving linda/ally/danielle/ronnie/ronnie's friend a ride home. the two guys live in KY, and it's sleeting. it takes me about an hour and a half to drop everyone off. therefore i am an hour and a half late. whereupon mum and dad are pissed with me. i called, but the phone was busy. they don't believe.whatever.



oh, and i have an ounce of vanilla tobacco for the pipe. but no pipe.and no cigarettes. yes, i started smoking again.