So, as of a week ago, I've not had a phone. It should be coming today, supposedly, before 3:00 PM. The wacky thing is is that before when I had a phone and was therefore more reachable, I could go a few days without hearing from my recruiter. Now that I'm only reachable via email, I've actually missed out on several jobs. On Thursday I was bombarded with emails for work before 9:30 AM. Unfortunately I didn't see any of them until after 10:00 AM. I can't wait for my phone to get here. I'm going bonkers without it.

So tonight, Rob is sleeping early. I think he's sleeping off all the beers he drank and all the zombies he slaughtered earlier. So it's just me and the streaming Netflix. I've been watching the first season of the Cosby show. One of my first memories is the Cosbys. I wanted to run away to New York and live with them. Hey! I grew up in the 80's. The funny thing is that watching the show as an adult in the 2000's, I can still relate. What is funny to me is the banter and dynamic between Clair and Cliff. It reminds me of me and Rob. And that is awesome!

Teabaggers

So last night was the State of the Union. I'm a politics nerd, so this is like my Super Bowl. Last night there was the opposing party response. There was also a Tea Party response. Here's some of what I call batshit fuckery:



Did the mom from Bobby's World really compare Obama to Iwo Jima and the Tea Party to those soldiers raising the flag? And what the hell is she looking at. Not once did Bachmann  look into the camera. Was someone off to the side holding up a stuffed animal to get her attention like when kids get their picture taken? What was up with the charts? How did this crazy woman make it as far as she has? Do people really think she's got anything non-crazy and valid to say? She makes Sarah Palin seem almost sane.

CHICKENS!!!!1!

One time, after leaving the bar down the street, my brother and a friend ran into a chicken that was hanging out on the street corner by our apartment. I keep an eye out for a chicken every time I go out now. See, other than a puppy or a monkey, I have always wanted a chicken. Alas, I've yet to see one hanging out on the street corner.

One like one of these little guys would make me very happy. I'd name him Steve.

Bored. Bored. Bored.

I've been incredibly bored lately. Other than traveling back to my home town, then to another town outside the town I lived in for nearly three years, things have been rather routine. Wake up, watch the news, drink an espresso based beverage(thanks Mr RogueKitten!), go to work, sit in the public seating place on Madison Ave for lunch, go home, eat supper, watch TV, then go to bed. Weekends have been the same except for the work bit. So I've been wracking my brain thinking of how to liven things up.

1) Adopt a puppy. Yes Mr RogueKitten says he's against it, but maybe I can keep trying to talk him into it. I've even come up with a name. Lola Buena Chichis. I think s/he will be the most elegant dog ever.

2) Start a band. I really think that people would love to hear a band influenced by The Smiths, Slayer, and Billie Holiday. 

3) Attempt to come up with a cake recipe without relying on a cookbook. This can only end well I reckon.

4) Stop being so boring myself. There's a reason a certain cliche is a cliche.

George Pondering

My name is George and I am a dollar bill. According to the date on the lower right side of me, I am one year old. For people, one year old is just a baby. A one year old is all fresh and new. For a one year old dollar bill, it's pretty raggedy. Already I have a tear half-way down my center. It's all taped up now thanks to the nice coffee vendor I was handed to this morning.

So far this morning, it's only about eleven, I have fallen out of someone's pocket, been carried by the breeze into a grimy puddle, and picked up by a man in a suit who was kind enough to try and dry me off with his handkerchief. That was my journey today.

My friends, Other George and Hammy were already here when the vendor took me in. That Hammy is a laugh riot. He's a bit cranky and always talking of revolting. They are gone now. Given to a nice lady who got a coffee and bagel. They always go to the nice ladies while I always seem to end up in some guy's smelly pocket. Oh well. I like taking trips and don't really care where my life as a dollar takes me. So long as I don't wind up in the same stink pocket as that guy who looks like Keith Richards.

I'm Gonna Try Something Out

Since I want to keep this blog (I loathe that word. That and "iPod") up to date because apparently there's two, count 'em TWO, people who read this on occasion and I wanna keep them entertained. Shit, maybe more than two people will eventually start reading this. The reason I haven't been good about updating is that I just didn't have anything to say really. That and I'm an abnormally mediocre writer. That being said, at school I'm taking a remedial writing course and am actually getting pretty decent. So I'm going to start posting some of the writing exercises we've been doing. Let me know what y'all think of some of the short stories I post.