it's been a month......
i'm not dead
i'm not totally bankrupt
i don't hate lisa or jeremy
i haven't married some loser taco
i'm not half way back to nc while writing this
.....i'm gonna call it a win....
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
beyond the gates of Eden
Thursday I desperately wanted to watch bad tv. The House of Health doesn't really "do" tv, so much so that the channels don't even show up, so it's always a mystery and sucks the fun out of channel surfing. I settled on a random show about the creation of Marble Falls, Texas. I forced myself to watch, thinking that I should know more about my new state and why the natives love it so much. As Adam Johnson's sister or cousin or niece or somebody rambled on about the beauty of Marble Falls, I could barely hear her over my dad's voice echoing in my head about how "these ain't hills...huh...it's not green...they don't even have water."
In a mad dash to try to get to Camille's crawfish boil Saturday, I mistakenly took the scenic route from Austin to Odessa. Even though it took 6.5 hours to get there, I saw a lot of Texas and loved it. Apparently LBJ was not the only Johnson from Texas to improve domestic affairs. Marble Falls is gorgeous which is not something I am comfortable saying about Texas. Thus far I have been unimpressed with the "scenery". The blue bonnets are in high season which I realized once I passed several cars randomly pulled over taking pictures. It was like driving on the Parkway with all the leaf lookers. That was the first of many things that reminded me of Waynesville. I stopped three times and over heard gas station cling-ons and motorcycle wives blabbing about being out "doin' the blue bonnets". They are okay but much better when paired with their red-headed stepsister. No one even knows what the stepsister is called......it's worse than being referred to as "my sister" when I'm standing in the room and Lisa is talking to JT who clearly knows who she means if she ventures to use my name.....they don't even get a name.
Beyond the hills I was still entertained by the numerous small towns, each with a Main St. just begging to hold a saloon shootout. I started feeling like I was passing through the same place repeatedly....that too is much like North Carolina. The major difference is the type of bbq and the frequency of gas stations. Amazingly driving through the middle of oil country and along side the pipeline, does not guarantee gas stations. West Texas rule #1: if you pass a gas station fill up....who knows when you'll see another one.
The further I drove, the bigger the sky became. I've never seen so many white fluffy clouds....they make the flat land beautiful. Just as I was beginning to get bored with the clouds, I passed by the gates of Eden, which apparently keep the barbwire industry alive. Then I began realizing how many songs are written about Texas and felt the urge to listen to Johnny Cash.
I always rolled my eyes and thought South Carolinians were crazy about their state with all their tree and moon paraphernalia....Texas pride completely trumps it. In no other state will you be invited to sit down in a chair resembling the state flag and then realize everyone around you has the same chair. It's crazy and extreme and seems to be universal for Texans, even transplants. I am a little dumbfounded by it but it's actually really interesting. It is kinda cool that people are so into their state, most places no one even knows the state flower, much less the symbol or motto. In my amazement over the chairs I joked about having a pledge to the Texas flag because it is EVERYWHERE......not a joke, apparently they have one. A warehouse dedicated to jerky and taxidermy is also real....and not to be giggled about.
West Texas rule #2: washers is a serious game, worthy of tournaments and prize belt buckles. #3: asking where one gets a crazy huge belt buckle is not acceptable..."um at the boot store"...right, obviously. #4: you're never too old to do a keg stand. #5: water from the dirty oil land is gross.
Monday, I took the shorter route back to Austin via I-10. I was super excited about the 80 mph speed limit and had to call Camille to verify I was not just seeing things. I guess they have just accepted that it's straight, flat and empty. I drove for several hours with no phone service, one tejano radio station and no other cars in sight. Speed limit signs are rare gems along the highways here, oh, excuse me the "farm to market roads". I was however constantly reminded to obey state signs which demand I drive friendly and maintain my vehicle. I guess when the most common vehicle is an extra large, Texas edition truck with a mean grill guard, there is a need to remind people to drive friendly. The cliffs, endless sky and empty highway made me feel small, free and like I was driving a lowrider.
West Texas is much like western North Carolina in very bizarre ways. Maybe it's that "I'd like to check you for ticks" is an acceptable pick up line on the shore of Tow Head Creek and the Pigeon River. Mostly it's the feeling of not having to force yourself to relax. You don't have a choice. But really I would choose to sit outside, watching the sun set, talking with Camille over a lot of things....even if it is in a Texas flag chair.
In a mad dash to try to get to Camille's crawfish boil Saturday, I mistakenly took the scenic route from Austin to Odessa. Even though it took 6.5 hours to get there, I saw a lot of Texas and loved it. Apparently LBJ was not the only Johnson from Texas to improve domestic affairs. Marble Falls is gorgeous which is not something I am comfortable saying about Texas. Thus far I have been unimpressed with the "scenery". The blue bonnets are in high season which I realized once I passed several cars randomly pulled over taking pictures. It was like driving on the Parkway with all the leaf lookers. That was the first of many things that reminded me of Waynesville. I stopped three times and over heard gas station cling-ons and motorcycle wives blabbing about being out "doin' the blue bonnets". They are okay but much better when paired with their red-headed stepsister. No one even knows what the stepsister is called......it's worse than being referred to as "my sister" when I'm standing in the room and Lisa is talking to JT who clearly knows who she means if she ventures to use my name.....they don't even get a name.
Beyond the hills I was still entertained by the numerous small towns, each with a Main St. just begging to hold a saloon shootout. I started feeling like I was passing through the same place repeatedly....that too is much like North Carolina. The major difference is the type of bbq and the frequency of gas stations. Amazingly driving through the middle of oil country and along side the pipeline, does not guarantee gas stations. West Texas rule #1: if you pass a gas station fill up....who knows when you'll see another one.
The further I drove, the bigger the sky became. I've never seen so many white fluffy clouds....they make the flat land beautiful. Just as I was beginning to get bored with the clouds, I passed by the gates of Eden, which apparently keep the barbwire industry alive. Then I began realizing how many songs are written about Texas and felt the urge to listen to Johnny Cash.
I always rolled my eyes and thought South Carolinians were crazy about their state with all their tree and moon paraphernalia....Texas pride completely trumps it. In no other state will you be invited to sit down in a chair resembling the state flag and then realize everyone around you has the same chair. It's crazy and extreme and seems to be universal for Texans, even transplants. I am a little dumbfounded by it but it's actually really interesting. It is kinda cool that people are so into their state, most places no one even knows the state flower, much less the symbol or motto. In my amazement over the chairs I joked about having a pledge to the Texas flag because it is EVERYWHERE......not a joke, apparently they have one. A warehouse dedicated to jerky and taxidermy is also real....and not to be giggled about.
West Texas rule #2: washers is a serious game, worthy of tournaments and prize belt buckles. #3: asking where one gets a crazy huge belt buckle is not acceptable..."um at the boot store"...right, obviously. #4: you're never too old to do a keg stand. #5: water from the dirty oil land is gross.
Monday, I took the shorter route back to Austin via I-10. I was super excited about the 80 mph speed limit and had to call Camille to verify I was not just seeing things. I guess they have just accepted that it's straight, flat and empty. I drove for several hours with no phone service, one tejano radio station and no other cars in sight. Speed limit signs are rare gems along the highways here, oh, excuse me the "farm to market roads". I was however constantly reminded to obey state signs which demand I drive friendly and maintain my vehicle. I guess when the most common vehicle is an extra large, Texas edition truck with a mean grill guard, there is a need to remind people to drive friendly. The cliffs, endless sky and empty highway made me feel small, free and like I was driving a lowrider.
West Texas is much like western North Carolina in very bizarre ways. Maybe it's that "I'd like to check you for ticks" is an acceptable pick up line on the shore of Tow Head Creek and the Pigeon River. Mostly it's the feeling of not having to force yourself to relax. You don't have a choice. But really I would choose to sit outside, watching the sun set, talking with Camille over a lot of things....even if it is in a Texas flag chair.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
elephant needles, no hands and tom green st.
I'm scared of restaurants covered in Christmas lights year round, bright orange paint and/or donkeys and cacti. I can't quite figure out what part of Mexican culture calls for colored Christmas lights in April or why that signifies good food. In searching for the best tacos in Austin, I have continuously faced a maze of bright and scary items. This is my favorite....the picture doesn't do it justice...its' frightening and confusing and I may never know how good the food is due to my inability to navigate the maze of horror blocking the entrance. I just don't get it.....
I found Alphabet City in Austin yesterday. It has quickly become my favorite neighborhood...partially because it reminds me of Chapel Hill. It's protected by historic standards so all of the houses are cutesy and bright colors, full of hippies and grad students....ok, maybe Carrboro rather than the CH. I found a great apartment there today. I decided to cruise the block to make sure it was worthy. I was lost in a blissful world of windows down, sunroof open, Randy Travis, big trees and old houses when I turned down Avenue F and saw 3 guys with huge PostOffice Kid hair wearing tights (like the "i'm so hip i wear tights and if you don't get it you're obviously lame" kinda tights....not Brandon Montana I used to dance and think capri tights are ok tights). I actually said out loud "sweet! freaks".....something about weirdos makes me feel right at home....maybe that's the "gala" in me. I instantly began planning my next tattoo of leaves and guns when I passed "Sideshow Tattoo". Nothing like a circus freak reference to bring me back to reality. I feel confident my sister named that shop and if she could, she would name all tattoo parlors something similar to keep me away.
I then started wondering why I was trying so hard to find a neighborhood that felt like NC....if I want to be in NC...why am I in Texas? Who knows....I've been really homesick this week, so maybe this is making me feel more comfortable. I love the apartment, so I better find a new job...tomorrow. I'm becoming very accustomed to not working. I even went to a movie theater...on purpose...by myself...AND watched an entire movie without napping. That's so insane I can't really believe it happened. In the last year I have not only watched several movies to completion...it's been on the first try!! Maybe not having two jobs and making myself crazy "staying busy" actually has improved my state of being. I'm quickly slipping to the other side of enjoying my free time. Any day now I will find a sponsor....maybe it will be Luksusowa....if I can convince JT it's a health drink he can probably work that out. I'll start with the card....see how it goes.
I passed a house with a large sign out front which read "give up, go bowling"....even better, The Dude lives in Hyde Park. If you're going to use quotes to communicate always include The Dude. Maybe I'll put "don't fuck with the jesus" on my front door. And then....Elephant Acupuncture...that's just bad advertising....no one wants to associate a bunch of needles with the massive size of an elephant....or remember the experience cartoon elephant style.
Is someone who is well read and spouts out quotes related to every topic really intelligent? Quotes are fun but that makes you less useful and more annoying than a Google search. That said, I was recently reminded that I am too hard on people. I'm often told that I expect too much. Maybe I do. I just want people to BE who they are. Don't work as a dietician when you don't eat and have fake boobs. Don't flaunt your false intelligence by speaking in quotes. Don't run a health food store if you are a "junk food junkie" and eat McDonald's for breakfast everyday. Apparently I have a personality that can dominate, so people "fall into it". I'm not even sure what that means, but it makes my mouth burn. I just do and say what I want, without diliberately hurting anyone. I'm sure I could add a little more fluff to my demeanor but I really don't want to....I don't like it when people use fluff with me, so why should I use it for them? Everything is a choice. There is always a way to be true to yourself and fit into a situation, IF you want or need to. I've gone too far in the past, being totally self-defeating and so selfish that is was defeating. I think I've found a useful balance. Maybe it's a game, but it makes life more fun. I'm glad that I know so many amazing people. I am careful about who gets in....and certainly do not expect perfection.....just don't be a douche....own your life. Everytime I start to wonder if I really am too harsh I think of three specific people. They are my among my favorites...far from perfect...but not afraid of what they are in an unassuming, respectful, completely amazing manner. The best moving away advice I heard was "don't take table scraps". I might be harsh but I'm okay with that simply because my table is surrounded by amazing people.... even if all the chairs are in different states......who needs the rest?
I spent 10 long minutes being angry about Thumb Face spouting quotes to flaunt intelligence. Way too long but a nice reminder of why leaving Chapel Hill wasn't a bad idea....I did see this today and I like it..... "love many, trust few, always paddle your own canoe"
Yesterday I heard a Van Morrison song and I suddently missed beach music and shagging. Who am I??? Since when is the old person shuffle a piece of nostalgia? Maybe it's just the only dance I can actually do.
Tomorrow I have group date with a UNC grad who JT thinks is like me. Pretty funny to have a group date for a girl who might be a friend and to do it while working out.....should be entertaining and hideous....pretty sure I'll have a numb face, blood sugar sneak attack just so she really knows what she is getting into.
I'm more attached to my angry text/brunch ring than ever before in a gay girl power kinda way....I'm semi-obsessed with Look Heart, No Hands too.....pretty sure those contradict one another......the song obsession is more about my renewed love for country.....Oh yeah, Broken Spoke is now number 12 on the entertainment list....thanks to 7th grade gym class I can line dance my ass off.
I found Alphabet City in Austin yesterday. It has quickly become my favorite neighborhood...partially because it reminds me of Chapel Hill. It's protected by historic standards so all of the houses are cutesy and bright colors, full of hippies and grad students....ok, maybe Carrboro rather than the CH. I found a great apartment there today. I decided to cruise the block to make sure it was worthy. I was lost in a blissful world of windows down, sunroof open, Randy Travis, big trees and old houses when I turned down Avenue F and saw 3 guys with huge PostOffice Kid hair wearing tights (like the "i'm so hip i wear tights and if you don't get it you're obviously lame" kinda tights....not Brandon Montana I used to dance and think capri tights are ok tights). I actually said out loud "sweet! freaks".....something about weirdos makes me feel right at home....maybe that's the "gala" in me. I instantly began planning my next tattoo of leaves and guns when I passed "Sideshow Tattoo". Nothing like a circus freak reference to bring me back to reality. I feel confident my sister named that shop and if she could, she would name all tattoo parlors something similar to keep me away.
I then started wondering why I was trying so hard to find a neighborhood that felt like NC....if I want to be in NC...why am I in Texas? Who knows....I've been really homesick this week, so maybe this is making me feel more comfortable. I love the apartment, so I better find a new job...tomorrow. I'm becoming very accustomed to not working. I even went to a movie theater...on purpose...by myself...AND watched an entire movie without napping. That's so insane I can't really believe it happened. In the last year I have not only watched several movies to completion...it's been on the first try!! Maybe not having two jobs and making myself crazy "staying busy" actually has improved my state of being. I'm quickly slipping to the other side of enjoying my free time. Any day now I will find a sponsor....maybe it will be Luksusowa....if I can convince JT it's a health drink he can probably work that out. I'll start with the card....see how it goes.
I passed a house with a large sign out front which read "give up, go bowling"....even better, The Dude lives in Hyde Park. If you're going to use quotes to communicate always include The Dude. Maybe I'll put "don't fuck with the jesus" on my front door. And then....Elephant Acupuncture...that's just bad advertising....no one wants to associate a bunch of needles with the massive size of an elephant....or remember the experience cartoon elephant style.
Is someone who is well read and spouts out quotes related to every topic really intelligent? Quotes are fun but that makes you less useful and more annoying than a Google search. That said, I was recently reminded that I am too hard on people. I'm often told that I expect too much. Maybe I do. I just want people to BE who they are. Don't work as a dietician when you don't eat and have fake boobs. Don't flaunt your false intelligence by speaking in quotes. Don't run a health food store if you are a "junk food junkie" and eat McDonald's for breakfast everyday. Apparently I have a personality that can dominate, so people "fall into it". I'm not even sure what that means, but it makes my mouth burn. I just do and say what I want, without diliberately hurting anyone. I'm sure I could add a little more fluff to my demeanor but I really don't want to....I don't like it when people use fluff with me, so why should I use it for them? Everything is a choice. There is always a way to be true to yourself and fit into a situation, IF you want or need to. I've gone too far in the past, being totally self-defeating and so selfish that is was defeating. I think I've found a useful balance. Maybe it's a game, but it makes life more fun. I'm glad that I know so many amazing people. I am careful about who gets in....and certainly do not expect perfection.....just don't be a douche....own your life. Everytime I start to wonder if I really am too harsh I think of three specific people. They are my among my favorites...far from perfect...but not afraid of what they are in an unassuming, respectful, completely amazing manner. The best moving away advice I heard was "don't take table scraps". I might be harsh but I'm okay with that simply because my table is surrounded by amazing people.... even if all the chairs are in different states......who needs the rest?
I spent 10 long minutes being angry about Thumb Face spouting quotes to flaunt intelligence. Way too long but a nice reminder of why leaving Chapel Hill wasn't a bad idea....I did see this today and I like it..... "love many, trust few, always paddle your own canoe"
Yesterday I heard a Van Morrison song and I suddently missed beach music and shagging. Who am I??? Since when is the old person shuffle a piece of nostalgia? Maybe it's just the only dance I can actually do.
Tomorrow I have group date with a UNC grad who JT thinks is like me. Pretty funny to have a group date for a girl who might be a friend and to do it while working out.....should be entertaining and hideous....pretty sure I'll have a numb face, blood sugar sneak attack just so she really knows what she is getting into.
I'm more attached to my angry text/brunch ring than ever before in a gay girl power kinda way....I'm semi-obsessed with Look Heart, No Hands too.....pretty sure those contradict one another......the song obsession is more about my renewed love for country.....Oh yeah, Broken Spoke is now number 12 on the entertainment list....thanks to 7th grade gym class I can line dance my ass off.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
maybe I could handle a 35 year old suit
Yesterday I spent 3 hours on the computer looking for things to do and then made a spreadsheet separating bars/restaurants, outside activities and indoor events....and I starred the ones Lisa will never do with me....(yeah, yeah, I need a job)..and I need some local buddies.....
I want to buy a kite...the weather just calls for it. I tried to see if kite racing really existed...did not find races but found the Zilker Park Kite Festival...it was March 14th...sooo sad... but that gives me a year to master the art of flying my new badass kite (once I get one).
I also decided that I am FOR REAL going to India this year. I'm shooting for next December. That is a good time with their weather and I'm going to call it a birthday present. I figure if I can up and move to another state without a job or any real money, I can make an India trip happen. Want to come???...I really want to go alone but am a little afraid of disappearing...either way.....it will be a curry filled fun time.
I want to buy a kite...the weather just calls for it. I tried to see if kite racing really existed...did not find races but found the Zilker Park Kite Festival...it was March 14th...sooo sad... but that gives me a year to master the art of flying my new badass kite (once I get one).
I also decided that I am FOR REAL going to India this year. I'm shooting for next December. That is a good time with their weather and I'm going to call it a birthday present. I figure if I can up and move to another state without a job or any real money, I can make an India trip happen. Want to come???...I really want to go alone but am a little afraid of disappearing...either way.....it will be a curry filled fun time.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
I'm early off, let's.....crap.......
yesterday this ....
led me to this....
I've been taking walks She's Come Undone style....well except that I go home at night. The weather is beautiful and it's certainly calmed my nerves. Thursday night I smuggled beer into the House of Health. I am taking a much needed break from drinking to entertain myself....but Thursday a beer was needed. Friday I woke up with swollen hands for the first time in a week. Pretty sure I have some major circulation issues tied to alcohol....scary b/c of liver failure but they were also swollen after walking for an hour.......on a lighter note, my nose was not cold.
It's the weekend....I miss my friends.
led me to this....
I've been taking walks She's Come Undone style....well except that I go home at night. The weather is beautiful and it's certainly calmed my nerves. Thursday night I smuggled beer into the House of Health. I am taking a much needed break from drinking to entertain myself....but Thursday a beer was needed. Friday I woke up with swollen hands for the first time in a week. Pretty sure I have some major circulation issues tied to alcohol....scary b/c of liver failure but they were also swollen after walking for an hour.......on a lighter note, my nose was not cold.
It's the weekend....I miss my friends.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Just another half please….um hefe grande
(i wrote this w/ squids buddies in mind...but decided the whole world needed to be involved)
It’s Thursday and just because I’m in another state doesn’t save you from my rants
Today was much better…..I learned/decided the following
I'm not sure I want to get married...for reals...i'm just going to become the female version of the coolest guy I know.....which basically just means Bender w/out the ticking clock
Going for a short neighborhood walk and accidentally finding a lake is awesome….doing it twice is badass or means I have no idea where I am…either way more fun than u-turns
For a girl who loves alone time...I need a lot of stimulation…if I drive around alone for an hour I find at least 10 things humorous and need to tell someone….today I drove past a place called “the spicy pickle” would you eat there?
I don’t know how to give myself a break…I have felt under stimulated and unchallenged since December…as SJ said “aside from the major life change”…after driving past three tattoo parlors I thought “if something crazy doesn’t happen soon I’m getting a tat of a gun and jumping out of a plane again”….then I remembered SJ’s words and how yesterday I thought I was going to puke all day…maybe I should recognize what I just did and cool-out....I often think of Kyle saying "shiny keys" when I do random stupid ADD things...it's true...I need meds
Awesome translates, no matter what state you’re in…I talked w/ an old friend for an hour and decided I was still awesome, even if no one here knows it yet. Then I talked to a douche…he’s not awesome no matter what state I’m in
I found Mt. Bonnell and thought I was lost coming home….but found the Austin Museum of Art…which is beautiful, on the water and walking distance from my sister’s house…ahh warm and fuzzy again
In an effort to actually leave the house, I drove downtown and kinda knew where I was most of the time….then I was forced onto MLK---YES, I got nervous regardless of my ghetto Lexus status….then I realized I was on UT’s campus and there was a HUGE football stadium staring me in the face…campus was badass and complete with two frat-ish couples dressed like they are 50
Most of Austin is like Carrboro on steroids…which means, my bangs are too long and my deodorant works too well…..my jeans are surely not hip enough
A van full of rock star wannabies used to get me excited….now I want to throw eggs or bean filled tortillas at them…is that wrong?
I passed a white Mercedes and didn’t cringe thinking Thumb Face might be driving it….baby steps
I like this town today but really really really wanted to import my favorite people here…..
I don't believe in God...but if there is one, he made my sister and her husband for one another. JT is the most amazing person ever....and just as crazy and quirky as Lisa....still don't think I want to get married
I’m still unemployed but according to Time Magazine…Austin is the place to get a job…let’s hope!
Tomorrow I’m going to go figure out why the entire state of Florida thinks 7 elevens are so great….might just hang out and have a slurpee….if that isn’t enough excitement maybe I’ll be sending you all pictures of my new colt 45 tat….or I’ll jump trains.
I actually do want to train jump....that would be cool....wonder if my necklace w/ a 44 shell is hardcore enough to scare the other trainees (what are they called???)
SMOOCHES!!!
It’s Thursday and just because I’m in another state doesn’t save you from my rants
Today was much better…..I learned/decided the following
I'm not sure I want to get married...for reals...i'm just going to become the female version of the coolest guy I know.....which basically just means Bender w/out the ticking clock
Going for a short neighborhood walk and accidentally finding a lake is awesome….doing it twice is badass or means I have no idea where I am…either way more fun than u-turns
For a girl who loves alone time...I need a lot of stimulation…if I drive around alone for an hour I find at least 10 things humorous and need to tell someone….today I drove past a place called “the spicy pickle” would you eat there?
I don’t know how to give myself a break…I have felt under stimulated and unchallenged since December…as SJ said “aside from the major life change”…after driving past three tattoo parlors I thought “if something crazy doesn’t happen soon I’m getting a tat of a gun and jumping out of a plane again”….then I remembered SJ’s words and how yesterday I thought I was going to puke all day…maybe I should recognize what I just did and cool-out....I often think of Kyle saying "shiny keys" when I do random stupid ADD things...it's true...I need meds
Awesome translates, no matter what state you’re in…I talked w/ an old friend for an hour and decided I was still awesome, even if no one here knows it yet. Then I talked to a douche…he’s not awesome no matter what state I’m in
I found Mt. Bonnell and thought I was lost coming home….but found the Austin Museum of Art…which is beautiful, on the water and walking distance from my sister’s house…ahh warm and fuzzy again
In an effort to actually leave the house, I drove downtown and kinda knew where I was most of the time….then I was forced onto MLK---YES, I got nervous regardless of my ghetto Lexus status….then I realized I was on UT’s campus and there was a HUGE football stadium staring me in the face…campus was badass and complete with two frat-ish couples dressed like they are 50
Most of Austin is like Carrboro on steroids…which means, my bangs are too long and my deodorant works too well…..my jeans are surely not hip enough
A van full of rock star wannabies used to get me excited….now I want to throw eggs or bean filled tortillas at them…is that wrong?
I passed a white Mercedes and didn’t cringe thinking Thumb Face might be driving it….baby steps
I like this town today but really really really wanted to import my favorite people here…..
I don't believe in God...but if there is one, he made my sister and her husband for one another. JT is the most amazing person ever....and just as crazy and quirky as Lisa....still don't think I want to get married
I’m still unemployed but according to Time Magazine…Austin is the place to get a job…let’s hope!
Tomorrow I’m going to go figure out why the entire state of Florida thinks 7 elevens are so great….might just hang out and have a slurpee….if that isn’t enough excitement maybe I’ll be sending you all pictures of my new colt 45 tat….or I’ll jump trains.
I actually do want to train jump....that would be cool....wonder if my necklace w/ a 44 shell is hardcore enough to scare the other trainees (what are they called???)
SMOOCHES!!!
Texas Rules of the Day
1. my GPS is dyslexic
2. I-35 is to be avoided no matter what time it is
3. my North Carolina brain does not understand access roads
4. Funyuns and Whopper's Robins Eggs don't help, they hurt
5. it can actually take an hour and a half to drive 30 miles if you throw in a billion U-turns
6. there is no such thing as a "quick trip" to wal-mart when you don't know where the F-anything is
7. if you hate people....don't move to a city
8. if I am going to serve stupid people food, I should have stayed at Squids where I at least knew what's up and could scare the newbies, instead of being a newbie
9. loud music solves all...even if the lyrics are in Spanish and the station is straight out of Mexico
2. I-35 is to be avoided no matter what time it is
3. my North Carolina brain does not understand access roads
4. Funyuns and Whopper's Robins Eggs don't help, they hurt
5. it can actually take an hour and a half to drive 30 miles if you throw in a billion U-turns
6. there is no such thing as a "quick trip" to wal-mart when you don't know where the F-anything is
7. if you hate people....don't move to a city
8. if I am going to serve stupid people food, I should have stayed at Squids where I at least knew what's up and could scare the newbies, instead of being a newbie
9. loud music solves all...even if the lyrics are in Spanish and the station is straight out of Mexico
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