truths...

... or maybe it would be funniest if I let you kill me.

I've already died inside enough times because of you, anyway.

and nothing else is new...

'Tis strange how excitable people get over sex. Funny that they try so hard to get people to not have sex. It's like trying not to think of something. Quite, quite, quite pointless. And often hilarious.

There's nothing in the news that would surprise me overly much, except maybe if the published numbers matched my lottery ticket. Then again, SOMEONE has to win it sometime.

This just might be the best year yet. Or the worst. The most likely thing is that it will be somewhere between the best and worst, leaving it nowhere in particular, which would be the desired outcome.

I'd like to save you from ruination, but sometimes, world, it's just easier and funnier if I let you kill yourself.

day x-1...

Second last day on the job. Pay was definitely good, and work was quite fun when it kicked in.

Nothing like getting cash money to play with lasers and explosives.

on the job...

Day two, and still nothing has happened much.

That said, I'm making in a week what I used to make in two months, so no complaints.

Hopefully something interesting happens before the week runs out though.

has job...

And a wolf has a job.

Yay.

two cents and a rabbit chain...

The general descriptor for a large proportion of a largely disproportionate amount of mountings that sum up the unsummable content of living the daily death is somewhat akin to humping dead frogs: life is wet, squishy, and very questionable until you stop and think about it. But the fact that you must is probably why you shouldn't.

It's four years ago in my head, and frankly, I don't know that it's such a good thing. Some people like furry rodents, others hate them, I just love the one that bears my mark.

The quest to complete the quest just so you can see the end of the show and go, "wow, that was fun, but sure as fuck not going to want to watch that again." It rises out of the muck and dredge and poop that is the offal of an overweight velvet moose; that is to say, when the packaging is that pretty, nobody cares about the inside.

To speak about coin, while I now possess the means of tracking every single fragment of wealth I control, the ease by which I do so only serves to reinforce how little of it I have. The season of solar punishment is soon upon us, and without an indoor location to finance my position, it gets increasingly difficult to just get by existing. As luck would have it, I find just enough of forgotten money on the streets to give a chipper day, but not enough that I don't have to worry about summer work.

A rabbit beckons, in the lovely fluffy adorable way, and it only just occurs to me how absurd it is to put a leash around a rabbit.

woah...

Gone longer than I realized. Seems like when life is generally good, you generally forget about recording it. Live in the moment, die in the epoch.

A quick recap for posterity, or because I somehow believe that I am still as interesting or amusing as I used to be:

Didn't fail anything, so the new semester is a go.

Things between rabbits and wolves have never been as good. It's a strange menagerie we have here, but I guess things could be worse.

The future looks bleak as ever, bleagh as ever.

Work work, and some shit, money is an even bigger issue, but we don't really have to worry about that for now.

Learning to enjoy things one step at a time is still new to me. Taking it one bite at a time, like how I should write.

I think I'm rather delicious. Gotta love cooking the good stuff.