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  Wednesday, October 31, 2007
My old neighborhood was weird, but one of the things I miss there was Halloween. When you walked around that night you'd seen people wearing costumes, which really wasn't too different from any other day, and forget the trick or treat, those people just wanted acid. It was like you were skipping through that "Groove is in the Heart" video.

Where I live now, while cool in the daytime, gets real shady at night. Halloween here seems more "I don't want no treat, gimme yo' money." Unfortunately, cause of the rent I pay here, I don't have any money, so rather than get shivved, I'm gonna stay in tonight.
      posted at 10:00 PM | link |

  Tuesday, October 30, 2007
When we left off I had just moved into a new place alone, didn't know how to take care of myself, and regularly worked during the nights. Well I now have internet at home, as well as a couch, and more video games then a fourteen year old asian kid. Though there are some good stories of how I got those, what's amazingly different is that I have a new boss and a job requiring I accomplish things, primarily in the field of engineering. While I won't make it an excuse, it has severely limited my ability to write witty and endearing blogposts that attract the attention so crucial to my everyday satisfaction. That and countless hours of Madden '07.

Thankfully, my new boss's father-in-law passed away and while he gone in mourning I can spout my rhetoric again. Except I have nothing. Even though over the last three months I've seen both my best friends, been to three weddings, gone home to Pittsburgh, went to Cincinnati, Hawaii, and Indiana twice, on one of those trips I freaking lost my notebook with all my funny in it. I am hollow without it. I've done this before and I've tried to prepare for it. Evidently neatly printing my name and address on the back is not enough for random people who stumble upon a person's cherished belonging to make any attempt to find said person. On the next one I will have to add "cash and/or sexual reward if found."
      posted at 2:32 PM | link |

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