Dear 2012...

Fuck You

Goodbye and good riddance.

So... It's Christmas

Christmas means nothing to Zeus, it's just another day as far as he's concerned so there's no sleeping in for me. He still demands his breakfast by 7 AM, if I don't cooperate then he'll just start knocking things off of the nightstand until I get up, and when that's empty he moves to the dresser and starts the process all over again. It's a three step process, repeated until I get up to feed him. Step 1 is to use his big hairy foot to slide something to the edge of whatever it's on. Phone, alarm clock, empty drinking cup, it doesn't matter what it is. Step two is to sit there looking at me to see if I'll acknowledge him and get up. Step three occurs when I don't get up, one final pat with his foot and whatever it was goes over the edge and hits the floor. He'll look down at it, then at me, then move on to something else to begin the process all over again.

Damn My Packrat Mindset

If it has value to me I'll save it. It doesn't matter what type of value, be it monetary, practical or sentimental. It's a mixed "blessing" for lack of a better word, this compelling urge to keep. Sometimes it works out well, other times not so much.

Life, Scams And Assorted Weirdness

Life has been pretty boring lately, I've had nothing interesting to blog about and nothing to say for the past month. Then this past week happened. I've now moved again, for the first time since March of 2010 what's left of everything I own is finally all in one place. That's kind of nice, that small bit of familiarity is comforting after doing without for so long. I'm still unemployed, it's been 5 months now and the money is getting short. The job hunt led to the following...