Upticking.

Moved out and living a bit. Drinking entirely too much, but that's how I deal with the pH changes of my personal fishbowl. I look at beer like its a thinger for thinging. Yeah. That's it.

Ordered a transit card, soon I will own. It will rule. I'll be all, "se-wipe!" and go. Rocking the Chicago Transit as it has never been rocked before. Because I'll be all drooling on the benches. Fuck man, I get up EARLY, like, two hours after my roommate goes to work.

Also: I'm a liar.

But for the children! Yeah, I'm thinking of the kids.

The job is, wait for it, actually not terrible. I am approaching a new era of openness and communication with my superiors bosses. That or I, probably, am giving people too much credit when I was shitfaced on the company's dime last night. Either way, I will continue to not job hunt. Well, I'm lazy anyway and these guys just keep being all, 'here: money'. Who am I to say no at this point?

In other news, I am hoping to start having hijinks and adventures soon. However, I am sorely out of practice, so if anyone has any tips & tricks for that kind of shit, drop 'em off. I could use the kind words. Or not so kind words. And yes, if you suggest, I will do it and report back. And if any bones are broken a scan of the X-Rays will totally go up.

Well? Whaddaya got for me?
- posted by Pat @ 10:28 AM