Among the Fence

If someone had told me, 6 months ago, that last night was going to happen, I would have never believed them.

I am now officially moved.

There ain't much set in stone in here.

So, one year ago today, I started this goddamn job. Since then, I've lost my grandmother, my childhood home, about 80 pounds, my car, and my girlfriend/best friend.

But I've managed to keep this goddamn job.

All of a sudden I miss everyone.

Come back and hang out with me in my new place.

It's been too long since I did a sloth impression.

I am alive.

This is literally the worst I've felt in years.

Just got back from seeing Up.

In a word: exacerbatory.

Still alive, hanging out under the lean-to of my propped-up happiness-analog!

Expect more out of me in the next few months.

The good times, they are killing me.

I finished Fallout, et al.

Most of my life, I've only really had one grandparent.

As of this morning, I have none.

A few revelations:

• Text-adventures just might be the best and/or purest medium of gaming. I challenge you to prove otherwise.
  
• The new Snapple logo makes it look like you're drinking a feminine hygiene product from the 50s.
  
• Dead Space has so much going for it, but when they start throwing fuckers at you that can't die, I just can't reconcile that. Back to GameFly you go.
  
• Role Models is still funny.
  
• Clint Eastwood is a bad-ass mother who don't take no crap off of nobody.
  
• It's fucking gorgeous out. Finally.
  
• When I can convince people to actually fucking participate, I'm going to rock hard.
  
• If I don't get a portfolio together soon, I'm never going to be able to get a better job than the one I have now. (Which I started 6 months ago, to the day.)

So I've got a whole lot of spare alcohol, so come drink with me.

Just got back from Watchmen.
Liked movie. Despite changes. Must remember to discuss further.
For now, must sleep. Work in two hours. Don't care. Never compromise. Not even in the face of a shitty work-day.
More later.

So my computer is fucking up.

Come across the vastness of that!

Alcohol and kittens.

I suppose this as good a time as any to alert you folks of my birthday plans. I'm seeing Watchmen the night before, at midnight, assuming the mall is down with that ish.

The next day, assuming I haven't been fired by that point, I'm going to work, and then I'm going to be drunk. If the movie was tolerable enough, I'll probably just end up seeing that again, and you're all invited. Otherwise, I will be someplace else, drunk, and you're all invited.

I don't even know who's interested in celebrating my arbitrary day with me, but I guess we could all crowd into my room. I'll be sure to get some seating in there, and bedding for folks who don't want to leave that night.

And by seating/bedding, I pretty much mean flat surfaces that are relatively soft. I'm down with floor sleeping for the sake of my guests, cause that's just how I roll.

So open up your calendars, fuckers: March 6th. Be there, or be instrumental in solidifying my tradition of shitty birthdays.

I.e.,

Come or I'll be sad.

"O, Nature," or, "My House is Pissing Itself."

A few things:

• There's a giant (pea-sized) hole in my foot from where it was gouged. By footwear.
  
• Velvet Love. First and middle name. What the fuck, America?
  
• Why the fuck do I not live in Beards-fucking-town, Illinois?
  
• My job forgot to pay me for a week's worth of hours. Hi-larious!
  
• Why does my mom keep asking for both personal validation for her vindictive nature, and my input regarding my sister's status in the will?

Life isn't super-awesome right now. But it's better than bad.

I wanted to mention:

Phantom on the Horizon is fucking awesome, and has been all I've known for the past few days.

So it's been a weekend.

My nephew has taken up hitting himself in the face for attention. But this might just be a part of his emerging taste for surreal humor:

"Knock, knock."
"Who's there?"
"Banana."
"Banana who?"
"Banana Banana."

Also, my sister and her husband's enthusiasm for Twilight, as a franchise, is both confusing and worrisome.

But hey. Gift cards. En garde, bastions of consumerism! I come at thee with ardor and reckless abandon!

My first purchase: Colors_LIVE. So good. Live DVDs really make my life better, as a general rule.

I'm sure I had more to say, but I don't feel all that well.