aah, catharsis: part two

so marge is nearly completing the 'my homer is dead and the house needs to be updated' project she's been on since homer died about 7 years ago in a few weeks. the final legs are the upstairs bedrooms, me and my brother hammer's. today, spent hours going through clothing and chotch from college and donated many bags of clothing to marge's charity of choice and clogged the garbage cans with garbage. got so inspired, i even put stuff online. the house is breathing easier, and i feel so much better, as marge has been, um, 'reminding' me about this for the longest time. i'm celebrating with a glass (bottle) of cabernet. really, it's a win-win situation.

saying prayers with my jesus juice. amen.

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!

aah, catharsis

natasha has left, ready to drop boris, and i have an interview tomorrow. i'll be leaving with bunga junga to head to a hip design firm in brooklyn circa 4ish. perfect. can get a run in, save face at the staff infection, and leave early. achoo, damn that bunga junga.

so i'm a cheery fucking ray of sunshine tonight: managed to visit two friends in hospitals tonight. i hate hospitals, so hopelessly sad and depressing, i can't imagine any place worse in the world. still and for all, one got a poinsettia, one got a rubber ducky, and i purell-ed so much i think my hands are burning off. of course, the whore i am, i eye-fuck two doctors (who wanted no part of me) and a little muffin nurse, bryce. so cute. from the left coast, eek. cute to look at, though.

i'll keep you posted about the job, kids.