let's give em something to talk about

i'm on the lirr yet again going home for the day of american gluttony that is thanksgiving when i thought i'd try to tap into a wireless connection at the stops along the way. no. it will show me the networks available, but won't pull mail in such a short time. the names are so inspirational, 'nissan,' and, 'dr. joe's chiropractic,' and such. then i realized the networks i pull in at home are equally as lame, 'cozy cats,' 'friendship,' and 'bois r kewl.' i'm going to rename mine, when i get home, to 'crackwhore anal pounding.'

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the interview went very, very well. the principal of the architecture firm is a tad, um, well he's quasi-famous, per mancat, so i guess 'pixilated' or 'energized' are a tad of an understatement. grossly over-qualified for interviewed position, but then grossly over-qualified for current position. with natasha ready to bust boris out any minute now, and cool formercoworker being cool in her new job, i'm ready to pull my fucking hair out. i look forward to giving my notice, i just wish the final offer, promised next week (yes, i think i'm the only candidate) is consonant with what i've got now. that's all it will take to tell those, to whom i report, 'peace out, mothafuckas.'

light a candle, kids, light a candle.

gobble gobble! happy thanksgiving!