kippers and hot sauce

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Yow!

I have a free day here. I did finally get a single day off, but then the Schedule Lady canceled my day of overtime… so i have a second day. I’m not going to complain. Yesterday was full of bill-paying and laundry-doing and poster-hanging and broom-and-vacuum transportation, but today? I’m going to get a veggie pizza, play Soul Caliber V, and draw.

It’s gonna be the best day of my life, i can tell.

I’m going to take some pictures of this new place as soon as it’s 100%.

Farine was right, sleep masks are awesome. Until your phone rings when the Schedule lady calls you to cancel your overtime and you flail around like some kind of blind asshole.

It’s so strange. Our last place was so small, i could lay in bed and tell who was home and what they were doing just by listening. I’d say, “ah, Mason and Mary are home, and a male guest is accompanying them. Sounds like Mason just turned on the XBox, and i just heard someone take a bong hit.” But this place is much bigger. I wake up and i can’t tell anything. It’s like a sensory deprivation tank.

Remember how i said the old place had a massive water leak righ after we moved out? I didn’t even realize at the time how bad that would have been if we were still there. Our couch and bookshelves would have been soaked, and we likely would have had to move everything we own to another unit, and sat there for days with no internet before moving everything back. It would have been an insane and needless hassle.

Fuck, i feel like i stepped to one side and a piano crashed down right where i was just standing. I’m a lucky devil, God don’t make no trash.

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Urgh.

My brother and Mary are still together. It baffles the mind.

Once again, we have to take a stand against her overpriced cooking. I’ll wake up, and they’ve gone to the store, and they’ve made stuffed pasta shells with salad. And i’m like, okay, i’ll eat that. It would seem rude not to. And then two days later, my brother gives me the bill in the form of grocery receipts. That somewhat decent meal that i ate two small servings of contained twenty fucking ingredients and cost how much? Because of course she didn’t pay for any of it, my brother did. And i gotta pay half.

NO MORE. That crap was not worth $25.

Jesus, i could have been just as happy with two cans of Chef Boyardee. Look, lady, we were raised poor. We don’t spend on food like that. Stop doing this to us.

Now, my brother’s ribs, on the other hand, are actually worth the cost. I swear that’s the only pork i ever touch. The rest of the time, i get my protein from those cans of kippers drenched in mustard or hot sauce, served on generic Wheat Thins. Only available at Wal-Mart. I was born a poor black child.

Good god, i love this place.

I still think it’s magical that when i look out my window, all i see are trees and the rooftop of the animal clinic. It’s like we live in a tiny hamlet. All an illusion, because the rest of the town is still out there, but i can’t see it so it doesn’t matter.

This place just gives me new opto-mism. This is where life gets better. This is where i become an artist for reals. This is where i meet the girl of my dreams.

Probably not, but you never know.

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Huh, for a while there i was afraid that my new network adapter was no good, or that wireless internet sucked in general. But it turns out the constant freezes and crashes were all the fault of Google Chrome, which has apparently gone sour faster than ever a browser has…

…Chrome out, Firefox back. I’m sorry for ditching you, Firefox. Never again.

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