Things about which I am happy, for a change

Well I am amazed to say that I'm in pretty high spirits about things.

My taxi training proved infinitely helpful in dealing with a coke-fiend parolee I met at the bus stop, an exchange which ended with both of us feeling more human.  He even accused me of being a good christian warrior.

I'm happy to have enough food to last me a while, and a little bit left on my food card, so I know I won't run out by the end of the month...I may even be able to buy more candy!!!  Yes, I'm the guy buying halloween candy with food stamps.

I'm excited about the new frontwoman for GWAR.  I can't wait to see how she runs a show.

I'm kind of excited, and a little disgusted with myself, for finding work so fast.  I will be telemarketing again, after a ten-year hiatus, so hopefully I won't break right away from the stress.  I hate telemarketing, but it's easy and stupid, I had just forgotten how power-mad some people can be when given a small amount of control over a staff's language use.  Which is to say I got a little bit bitched at for calling my forgetting of the proper paperwork to start this week a "dumb-ass" move.  Apparently that's swearing in their world, and not allowed.

Well let's get on with this motherfucker and bring back the bomb!

I look at the complain  button and remember that's not what I'm here to do.  I've got work starting in a week, the day after I go to a meeting about finding work, which should be fun, but is required for my food stamp continuation.  It seems like next week is gonna be a big challenge for me.  I hope my alarm use isn't a big problem for the rest of the house.  It's gonna be a lot of early days for me.  But I tend to wake before the sun, at least now I'll have something to do.

I've been truly enjoying living in a household with pets, the bunnies are infinitely compassionate, and generally cute, acting like a lot of people I know, which is to say hanging out where it's comfortable, and only making an effort to be rowdy when the food supply has been diminished.

I'm pretty excited to be able to bathe regularly, and now that I have a job again, I'm gonna have reason to do so every day, and not just sleep a lot (not that I didn't need it).

The most exciting thing to report though, is that my lovely accountant proposed to me, and I'm considering it as a viable possibility.  She's been in and out of parole hearings all day, and I'm hoping to hear from her soon about the legal barriers to our coupling.  If I could I'd already be in her arms, but they're cuffed as far as I know.

She's one of the smartest people I know, I'm hoping to borrow her brain cell.  I think she'd make a lovely addition to the team.  She's familiar with my work habits, I'm hoping she can help me improve.  She definitely has ideas that wouldn't occur to me, as she's infinitely more involved with political bullshit than I.  I can't say enough nice things about her.  No one else does, they all seem scared that she's pulling some kind of scam on me.  I don't think so, if she was gold-digging she wouldn't be involved with me.  She knows this.  I'm accepting her as she is, which is kind of a mess, but who isn't?  I just want my best friend back.  It's been too long since I've seen her except on a screen.  I want to roll her cigarettes and make her coffee.  I want to bring her shiny things, and keep her away from bad people.  She's stuck in a red state, and in the legal system to boot!  I truly believe she will thrive better on the greener pastures of Colorado.

I find out about my transitional housing sometime on monday, I think, so I will be talking to them about the fiancee' thing at that time, but I'm hoping this comes together.  Hell I'll even put up with her cat, I love animals.  But, I'm hoping it's good with other animals, because I really think I would do well with a few pets, which is to say I never want bunny time to stop again.

I'm also happy about mini-golf, it's just a bit too easy, but I like ridiculously designed arenas.  I suppose that comes from growing up in Disney-World.

I'm super blessed with friends who have provided me with a safe place to be homeless while I get my shit together, and they've been extra nice about food and my general lack of funding.  I've had some real nice nights out on the town since this all started, and I can't wait until I can repay some of that kindness, or pay it forward or both.

I'm really glad that there's a good game store in town, because GTA3 was the pinnacle of the series, and only cost me five bucks to get a copy.  It's been the background noise of a few of my breakdowns, and it is soothingly simple compared to the newer versions.  Also, no dating sim features, which always pissed me off.  I rarely go to bars in real life, I don't need that shit in my game.

I'm grateful that the crazy parolee I met gave me spliff making material.  It's keeping me calm.

I'm also grateful that french toast bread is thick enough to make good buns for sausage, I just had a great lunch.

Thanks again to my friends for leaving me with an ample supply of tobacco as well.

I'm actually pretty happy that my possessions have been reduced to a really small amount.  Art supplies and clothes are about all I need beyond food.

I'm also excited to perform a Dude-ist bathing ritual as soon as this GWAR concert ends on youtube, pretty pleased to live in a house where it was so simple to set up a wifi router, which will be more difficult in my new place as I don't have a laptop to configure it with, and, I think Lina has one we can use.

Your school is a wreck but look what I can do with it, if you think Naropa's stupid now, just wait till I get through with it.

I think the Longmont DMV may be built on ancient indian burial ground.  There's this time-0-Dilating effect caused by sitting there in that light little room, pretending nothing else has ever been going on except the wait, and trying not to freak out out of sheer boredom and collective tension.  I need a body massage.

yeah and if we build smaller cars, it will force some people to lose mass. 

in a country where so many have suffered, and suffered under the cult of suffering quietly, and yet
so many have access to the global forums, we argue about the petty shit.  Where does the pain buck stop?  with the consumer, if they know restraint.

Even Jesus kicked a few bankers in the face when he wandered in that day and found them there.  I imagine he took apart their tables with a quickness.  That's the best jesus scene in the whole play.  blood and teeth and splintered table legs dripping blood and gore.  Of course I have the Tarantino version where he wears the Guy Fawkes mask.  A bit of the dude flipping out would be nice.  Humanize the character.  I think even Mel Gibson skipped that bit.  It's like this little sliver of his shadow, and dude goes to hell and back later, it would have been nice to see that bit too.  My imagination has hell looking like super mario 1-2.  

I don't know where to start, whether it's the real thing that has been gnawing at me, or if I should just keep joking. 

I just want to know why Derrick Jones gets to blow off my suicide intervention after I was fired for not being happy from same school, and then I get eye rolls whenever I want to talk about it.  I just hear "wah=wah" and "that white boy's got a problem". 

Its frustrating when talk therapy helps and no one wants to communicate unless you're pressing the fun button.

Kinda limits the conversation there starbucks. 

Although it does indicate a larger phenomena which would explain the way Ellen De Money, the countess de money, slapped my ass by way of introduction and then tried to lecture me every time I saw her after that.  The lectures were her having to do something not fun, and expecting who knows what so doing it awkwardly, and her slap on my ass was a crude attempt to find a fun button that works.  In either case, it was awkward and not engaging in any way that I would try to repeat.  I'm not an ass-slapper. 

My problem has never been an inability to get laid, it's been more a lack of awareness that I had any right to want or need anything other than more work. 

Ten years driving taxi, and I just got a learners permit for colorado, and I'm not even sure I should have it.

I need to talk to a doctor, or an adult, whichever comes first.

its as if there's a predetermined protocol for getting listened to, and it's built to exclude me somehow.  financially, to be sure.  I stopped at three places trying to buy food and getting more and more pissed on my way out of the DMV.  Missed banking hours too.  But no card no cash no bueno.  Cheques are blase'.

I don't have proper ID anyway, apparently. 

cannibal plashemy, not a religous statement, but a political one.  rome was not burnt in a day. 

hey I just read the black stallion, now I wanna be a pony

for the record, I didn't even BELIEVE in decent human beings until I got out of Naperville.

Oh perhaps, roaming the countryside in small herds, but never in a city.

Not Downtown.

Now that I've got that wrong, I need to convince myself not to be terrified of people.


Roaming bank robbers and mexican speed freaks

I gotta stop with the bugs bunny cartoons

rascist fucking stew

I've made it past the flying spheghetti monster, rode off on a pink unicorn, and now I'm lost.

Metal sandworm storm

raining into the sky

playstation set to psychonauts

metal bullets of the earth defending against a natural predator

metal sandworm storm

rocketing from the sockets of stone

sand trails fly behind as their ascent begins with a flash

or what did you think weaponized grey goo would imitate

stop the bullet reign

start the pencil rain

Better than McDonalds

Thank the heavens!  A goddess has descended with her consort to deliver me from sanity for a minute.

A heady indica, I can feel it in my shoulders.