conference call

"The party was sort of clumsy", opined Herzog.

Things I like to look at, not attempting to say women are peices of art, unless you think that's nice.

My second cousin Kemara, or Kemora.

Beth did this and I love it.

I did this, on my own wall.

Jazzy, my family's Great Pyrenees.

Em probably hates my guts by now for posting this picture.

Merry Christmas you wonderful old building and loan!

James-Gollum fixing to steal my precious Jeep.

Ryan. His hat reads "I've Been Good"

The light is actually a smily face.

Brent style.

PJ with asshole.
People waiting to get in the library. At last. (at least)

Chiarizio Tree and Beth Tree with Hen Tree.

A Zombby decorating the tree.
Merry Christmas!

Trapped. Maybe ten years down the road I will look back on this feeling and smile warmly with the knowledge that things had changed and were better. Maybe you think my situation isn't so bad. Either way, I feel utterly trapped.

I got my parents telling me to go back to school and get my teaching degree. I got James telling me to get my MBA. I got Caglar telling me to come and live the spirit of Jesus Christ. The thing about schooling and the MBA is that they do not solve my immediate problem. Either way I either have to stick it out at CVS or find another job, because I cannot take out a loan to live on while I go to school. But what's this other job? That's what is important to me. Of the two, between an MBA and Teaching, I have to say I like the latter. I've always been fond of teaching.

People are always telling me I'd be a good teacher.

Here's my ideal situation. A job falls in my lap, by word of mouth or hops up like a cat. And that is the whole problem: I'm passive to a fault. Though it feels like a truism to say that. Being passive is never seen to be a good thing in american economics.

My plan. District managers are always wanting to know what the plan is. Well, Dirty Mustache, my plan is to rot and die. No, no. I think I will polish my resume and hand it to select retailers in the area. I will look into this inner city schooling thing in Baltimore and Philadelphia, where the schooling is 75% paid for and you get paid and, I heard it said, housing is paid for as well.
That way I can have a change of pace in the meantime, the meantime here means while Emily finishes her degree. (I've been reading Lemony Snicket).

There. Are you happy 'blog'?

Two nights ago these two sat on my couch and I took a picture of them.

Yesterday I was at Barnes and Noble and took this picture,

and this one. Just after I took this picture the Grinch kicked the backwards-hat-kid square in the face and then quickly sat back down. The kid was made of feathers anyway and we laughed. But the girl next to him was made of tar and she cried.

Saw this one yesterday and this morning.

We made Christmas treats. I helped.

hi

Hi

Ok, I guess I deserve that. It has been awhile.
Weeks.
Really that's all? I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that. You know, I just thought it was longer. A couple weeks is a long time.

How have you been?
Lonely.
Yeah? Me too.
What took you so long?
I don't know. I haven't been busy or anything. Just not up to it.
I was hoping you'd say you were busy.

But I respect your honesty.

Read anything interesting lately?
Yeah, I just...
WELL, I don't care. Spare me.
Fuck you.
Fuck YOU.

You're just a blog.
That hurts.


I'm sorry.