the golden age of urine stains

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Zow!

It IS autumn. Down to 45 degrees at night, hot damn.

This is it. Almost nearly winter. I’m excited… although i can already feel the anticipation of letdown. On Thanksgiving, i’ll probably be at work. On Christmas Eve and Christmas, i’ll probably be at work. Nothing will happen. But at least it’ll be cold.

Wait, i HOPE i’ll be at work. The new word is that our contract is up on November 31st, and that it’s almost certain that some lame new company is going to take over. I assume that they’ll hire us all, but you never know. I might spend this Christmas filling out job applications.

That would suck.

What might suck even worse is that… according to glassdoor.com, this new company pays a thousand dollars a year less than the current one.

Less?

Good fucking hell. We already make very little. They might want us to do this job for less? I shouldn’t jump to conclusions. It’s not official. But just the thought of it scares me. I already live like a monk. What the hell else can i cut out? I think that most people there would quit. After four years, everyone was booking on some kind of raise, not a pay cut.

I have one goal for the holidays. I want to stop at that horrid Shoney’s place and fucking cram my face with scrambled eggs and biscuits and gravy and hash browns and greasy rice until i’m regretful and bloated. I swore to do that last year, but never did. No bacon or sausage, though, because that shit’s gross.

You have no idea how rare it is that i go to sit-down restaurants, or eat at a table. Once or twice a year. If that.

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After another month of overtime, i think i have two days off. I’m going to be working like crazy on drawings for people, and on that first essay for Miss Milliken, so i’m still working. Just working at home.

My brother drives me nuts sometimes. He’s going through this dental ordeal that involves caps and crowns and root canals that is making his life unbearable, and he moans and groans and bitches all day…

…but still, he’ll get up three times in the middle of the night and eat a few mini candy bars and then go back to sleep. And he never brushes his teeth before sleeping.

That… that’s the source of the problem! You must stop!

But he never does. I’ve never seen anything like it. Who eats candy while they’re sleeping?

On top of that, he never sleeps much. Something is eating at him, some kind of sleep apnea or acid reflux or something. Or maybe it’s just the neurological effect of smoking weed every day for twenty years. Whatever it is, every day he wakes up miserable and just bellows “it’s nothing!” and keeps on doing what he’s doing.

I hate it. He reminds me too much of our dad, who was unable to ever quit drinking even after it had destroyed his entire life.

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At long last, i finished my grotesquely large stack of Stephen King books. The brick at the bottom was Under the Dome, which i really enjoyed despite how corny and over-the-top it was. The villain of the thing — a small town dictator with the redneck charm of Bush and the insidious intellect of Cheney — is one of those great asshole villains that you want to reach out and strangle as he gets away with one dick move after another…

…still, no more King for me. I’m noticing way too much repetition here. The scene where the stodgy selectman unexpectedly becomes hooked on meth after his life gets too hard is waaaaaay too similar to the part in Needful Things where the stodgy selectman unexpectedly becomes hooked on coke after his life gets too hard. Also, lemmings = lemons? You used that gag in the Dark Tower, man. Give it up.

I just pulled out my old copy of To Kill a Mockingbird from seventh grade, and am loving it. This book seems very different when you’re closer in age to Atticus than Scout. I am a bit surprised at how much more shocked i am at some of the racial language, though. You made black kids read this back at Two Rivers Middle School? That’s kinda fucked up.

…the warm and bittersweet smell of clean Negro.

What the fuck.

After that, i have cheap copies of Slaughterhouse 5, The Illuminatus trilogy, and The Catcher in the Rye. I assume that last one will instill me with an urge to kill the phonies, i just wonder whether it will be manageable or overwhelming.

Yee-haw, no more junk lit for me.

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September 21st…. it’s Luna Day! Exactly three years since i found Luna. You might think it’s pathetic to care so much for a dog, but… have you seen this dog? She’s incredible.

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September 21, 2012

wow! awesome books my dear. i also liked Under the Dome and i had the exaaaact same feelings for the villain. i was just thinking about how much fun i had hating that character, it kept me reading. robert anton wilson is an interesting man… haven’t read The Illuminatus! but i’ve heard him speak. cool dude.

Aw happy Luna day and happy first day of fall!!! Yea! Oh god, I dated a guy a long time ago who got up in the middle of the night, stuffed his face with chips, and then came back to bed. I was so revolted. I think that was the beginning of the end. I loved the Dome too. Was Cell in your stack?

RYN ha that is funny. I don’t even remember that. I just remember it being the first King book after a very long break from him. It was like reading a diff author. It was fast paced. Some pretty graphic stuff right at the beginning. I was happy to have read it.

September 22, 2012

have you ever heard of the book rule of the bone? it has been likened to a modern day catcher in the rye. i highly recommend it.

September 23, 2012

Happy Luna Day 🙂