Effluvia

Pints!

Find a pub.

Have a Guinness.

Journal Roulette

Caveat Browser - A law student. He seems quite smart.

Siobhanorama!

"Hi, I'm an idiot."

The Coworkers
Ain't Cool Dep't.

I hate the way they make me cut their hair and do their laundry. That's life when you're a new fish, I suppose.

One Year Ago
Tears of a clown.

Two Years Ago
Sonya doesn't help with the laundry.

So. Not much to report the last few days. People start arriving tomorrow (Donnie tomorrow afternoon, Glen, Jen and James late tomorrow night, Donna and Jimmy Saturday morning) and the living room is still undusted. The bedroom is a sty. The kitchen looks like a bomb made of Kool Whip went off.

But if they don't like my dirty stinky apartment they don't have to stay there, do they? Damn right! First person to say something about dust on the entertainment center goes over the balcony!

I've been to parades! Sonya and I saw the Ancient Druids parade on Tuesday night.

"I'm getting a lot of beads!" I exclaimed.

"Well, you are a cute boy," Sonya told me, "and they are priests..."

There you go.

Last night was Saturn and Muses. Muses is wonderfully, gloriously all female. I got piles and piles of stuff from the toga-clad women on the floats. Sweet.

I've been prowling around the Wal Mart and K Mart near where I work, trying to find the perfect green visor to complete my Hunter Thompson costume. Nothing so far, though Wal Mart did have the perfect sunglasses. I've got a bucket hat that should work well, though. So don't worry about that.

The dog - big surprise - was cute this morning. I had PB&J for breakfast, along with a glass of milk, right? So after I eat I'm scurrying around the living room, getting my stuff together, carrying the glass of milk in my free hand. Roxy is following me the entire time, staying right at my ankles, looking up hopefully.

I turned to face the dog.

"What?" I asked, putting my milk on the counter.

Her gaze left me and followed the glass.

"Ah." I understood. I took another drink and sat the glass on the floor. Roxy finished the milk off. That dog loves milk.

A quick story from last night: I was sitting on the roots of this massive oak tree between the Saturn and Muses parades. Before and after the parades these vendors push along big carts filled with all sorts of bullshit (beads, inflatable dolls, snap'n pops, etc.). This one guy was selling glow in the dark stuff: beads, necklaces and those little glowing nodules that you keep in your mouth for some reason.

So dude's got one of those glowing mouth things, right? And he's holding it sticking out of his mouth between his teeth like a cigarette. And he drops it.

Without missing a beat - and continuing to push his cart along - dude bends over, picks it up off the street and pops it right back in his mouth.

My stomach did a slow three-sixty on that one.