Events of note over the last few days (blog-style!):
- Justinas severely burnt three hush puppies in the microwave yesterday, sending
smoke throughout the apartment. After I removed the smoking pups from the
microwave (because apparently that's my job) and doused them in water
from the sink I nearly had to slap his hand as he picked one up and looked
more than ready to actually eat the blackened fuckers.
- Driving through Georgetown on Saturday reminded me why I really love living
in places where the concept of "fashion" is embraced. Or, as Dali
would so eloquently put it with his distinctive Croatian accent, "hot
chicks man."
- The job search continues in it's own depressing way. I am more determined
than ever to either find a job waiting tables or open my own business selling...stuff.
Working for (and with) others is not really my idea of a wild time. Anyone
want to start a record store?