Hey, gang. As I said before, I've moved off of lj but for those of you too lazy >cough< marcee >cough<, I've added a feed that you can put right on your friends page: a_paper_napkin. So there.

Haven't posted since June. There've been several reasons, but mostly it's that I've grown to dislike LJ as a journalling/blogging tool. So I've moved to a new blog:

[ Click Me ]

If any of you stringently object to looking at anything other than your friends page, let me know and I'll set up an LJ rss feed. But I'd rather not. :-)

LJ ate a long, insightful post I'd just written. I don't have the wherewithal to rewrite it, so I'll leave you with pieces of the whole:

List of links:
Winesburg, Ohio
Gestalt psychology
Spoon River Anthology
Lockjaw
Cognitive Behavoir Therapy

List of names of "people" who've sent me spam recently:

Christi Newsome, Pamela Kendall, Francis Hobson, Jeanne Maddox, Herbert Trotter, Ben Fletcher, Bennett Magee, Angela Hamlin, Brian Orr, Beverly Delarosa, Rodolfo Pope

The interview went pretty well. They want me to come back next week to meet the team I would be managing, as well as the managers who would be my immediate peers.

The director said he's going to make a decision on the 14th and let the other two viable candidates and I know.

Let me just say it one more time. Fifty mile round trip. Alpha-fucking-retta.

Haven't posted much lately. Don't worry, though. I've been reading and living vicariously through y'all.

Right now I'm sitting in Pedro (finally settled on a name for the jetta) kiling a few minutes before I go for a job interview. I'm sure that I'll be at my best, since I was only able to get an hour's sleep, and spilled coffee on my suit jacket. Nothing else needs to go wrong.

Btw- the fifty mile round trip OTP will have to be factored into any salary negotiations.

Well, here goes nothing...

I don't know what bothers me more. That MBTA will be stopping passengers to check ID and question them about their activities or that the State Police involved in training the transit officers were from F-Troop.

The parents have come and gone... They're still in town, we're hanging out during the day tomorrow, but they're staying in Marietta to be near my uncle who is in the hospital, and they didn't want to face Friday afternoon traffic.

So what was that mysterious paperwork they needed my driver's license number for?
( My parents are crazy. )

So my parents called yesterday to say they'd be here at noon tomorrow. Not exactly a surprise inspection, but close. They have some papers they need me to sign and that they needed my drivers license number for. So today, I will clean.

If any of you truly loved me, you would buy me this. But I fear I am to go through life unloved...