it armored me, my girl, it armored me

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Alrighty. Things are chugging along. This is nice.

Finally, i got Misty May-Treanor on my Wheaties box. For the longest time, it was always Bruce Jenner or Mary Lou Retton… leading me to wonder, just how old are these Wheaties, anyway? I mean, that was a long time ago, just look at their hair.

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We filled out all the paperwork and got approved for the new apartment. I found out that my credit score is just over 800, hot damn. We still have a month before we even need to start packing, but i feel like i should start now. The one bad thing is that we have to move into the new place at the end of December, but have to pay rent here through January. So it’ll be a month of double bills, but we’ll have the whole month to move and clean up if need be.

I wish i could fast-forward to when it’s all done and we’re chilling in the new place. It’s gonna be great.

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This is a good week. Five days at the Ring, and then the sixth day at KRH. Six days is all i need. We’re going through another phase where some people are working insane amounts of overtime, like 16 hours every day for weeks on end…

…i can’t do that. I had to work 16 hours once last week, and then ran into a 2-hour traffic jam on the way home. By the time i fell asleep, it was time to wake up and head right back.

I gotta hand it to Nilley the Obese Snitch, though, he’s fiending on that extra time. Used to be, if he had to do 16 hours, he’d miss work the next day because he was exhausted. But he’s working 80 hours and actually showing up. Not that anyone likes him, of course. He’s still a miserable snitch. This new woman who works with him on Sundays already has blackmail photos of him sleeping. When 400-pound people pass out in a chair it looks pretty funny.

I’m drawing him, you know. I’m drawing big-headed caricatures of myself and everyone i work with — Muna, Dahir, Nilley, the Oaf, Gomez, Mr. Robins. I’ve barely started them, but i’ll post them here when they’re finally done. The hard part about drawing Nilley, besides making him massive enough, is capturing that look on his face, that look of perpetual fright, annoyance, anger, self-loathing, and prissiness that is his only expression. You should see the things he eats. Cupcakes and 12-packs of Mello Yello. Oh, god, sugar is bad for Nillies.

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Dude, i can’t believe how many old CD’s i have. I burned so many of them around 2004-2006. I dug out this old CD book that i carried everywhere when working at that gas station in 2005… oh, look, Led Zeppelin. I was just thinking that i’d like to hear some Zeppelin. Oooh, and my “Union Ladder” disc that is half of Yes’s Union album and half of their Ladder album, that’s a good one. And all these mixes with names like “Shiny Surfaces” and “Ropponmatsu and Ropponmatsu” and “Funkpocalypse Now.” I don’t even remember what these are…

…i must listen to them all now.

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Thanksgiving… i have just one day off this week, while normal people have four. That kinda sucks. Or does it? I’m working with Muna, Dahir, and Lewis this week. In a way, they’re my only real-life friends. I’m so glad to have a coworker who can appreciate bad movies like Flash Gordon. Heck, some people i’ve worked with can’t even appreciate good movies. They’ll turn up their noses at Fight Club and The Dark Knight and look bored and start talking about some reality show crap they just saw, and screw that.

Flash Gordon. I’ve seen a lot of horrible sci-fi/fantasy movies in my life, but this one… is amazingly bad. I can’t imagine a movie being worse and more hilarious than this. Dahir and i laughed our asses off.

Anyway, good times. My point is that i’ll be less lonely and depressed at work than i would be if i wasn’t at work. And that’s sad.

On my one day off, though, i’m making Thanksgiving casserole.

Imagine, a large casserole dish. The bottom layer is Stove Top Stuffing with peas and pearl onions. On top of that, corn. On top of that, shredded chicken in gravy. On top of that, mashed potatoes. All baked to a light golden brown.

Mmmmm. White trash delicious.

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I’m reading The Catcher in the Rye. So far, it seems to be about an emo kid who lies all the time and hates everything. But i bet it gets better later.

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