My butt is on the carpet
and my fingers on the keys
but my mind is on my money
and my job uncertainties
On a note I have a number
that may get me out of debt
it's a necessary contact
that I didn't talk to yet
All my stuff is still in boxes
I can move out easily
Just as soon as I'm not spending
cash I made at GST
cause my bank accounts are dying
(Portland one is less than dead)
spending money on my leisure time
and keeping andrew fed.
So I'm looking at the number
and I'm picking up the phone
but I'm getting nowhere fast
because there is no dial tone
I've got many things to do now
and they all are too complex
to complete while I'm connected
to the info super-X

And I'd really just be stalling 
If I spent another byte
posting stupid rhyming verses
that I accidentally write.

I am back from my world walking
and I haven't got a job
(see, I haven't even spoken 
to that weird mindpower SOB)
I was told to leave a message
and the number I was at
cause my contact was too busy
doing interviewy chat
So I guess we'll see tomorrow
(Hope they call me after 10:00)
and it looks as if I'm doing
stupid RHYMING WORDS AGAIN

Whew. That's enough of that stuff. I called Jeff, Jeff will call me.

I rode the bus a lot today. I went out to U-District to buy KMFDM tickets this morning, and Julie and Kris said that they'd pay for mine (!!!) because (!) they wanted to do something nice for me (!! !! !!!!). That's really cool. I have awesome friends. So I went back home to fetch N64 controllers, since they didn't get off work for 3 hours. I had to wait an hour for the bus going back. When I got to my house I had to RUN in and grab my stuff and RUN back out. I slowed as I approached the bus stop. An aged man standing in the bushes shone a flashlight in my face momentarily. I glanced at him, decided he was not a threat (small, plastic flashlight), and continued past him. "Howdy Hi!" he crowed at the point of nearest proximity. "hello." I mumbled without slowing. "You could at least say hello!" he protested to my back. I stopped, rotated. "I DID say 'Hello'. " He merely chuckled, so I completed my journey to the bus shelter. Howdy-doody-flashlight kept walking around, shining his light into the bushes and peering around. "Nice jacket." He commented. I then recalled meeting this particular retiree in a past month. He was at that bus stop, and wasted ten minutes comparing leather jackets with me. He apparently thinks his jacket is identical to mine, so he compliments mine. He also makes a big deal that his was one tenth the price. Today, however, I didn't feel like pursuing this topic, so I remained silent. "Takin' care of business...", he warbled, "if ya know what I mean." I didn't. Was he looking for hidden treasure or something? Free jackets?

Fortunately, the bus arrived at that moment. My freedom from social tension was brief; at the next stop, a big person with greyish looking hair boarded the nigh-empty bus and sat in the seat immediately behind me. "Great. I get to smell you.", I thought. *smack smack* The guy smacks his lips wetly a couple times. "Oh boy, a smacker. I feel like I'm in one of Olana's bus stories. Ha ha, but it would have to be weirder.", I unwittingly said to myself. He starts blubbering his lips. "blblblblblblblblblblblblblblblblbl..." After a minute or so of this, he starts sputtering air through his teeth. "fwip fwip fwip fwip fwip fwip..." he goes. Then he starts whispering. Not to me, I don't think. I only hear sibilant speech-like noises. By this point, a few other people have boarded the bus and they are all sitting way the hell away from this guy.

He continued whispering until I got off the bus at Kris' work. I met up with Kris at his (nearby) house (Poho) and we went to Tower records to buy KMFDM tickets. Ticketmaster was broken. KMFDM is day after tomorrow. Doh. We were all bummed so we ended up buying CDs. I wasn't expecting to (I put down a tempting Front Line Assembly remix CD), but then on a hunch I checked under "Fluke". I had been looking for Fluke CDs for about 8 months now. All those months, all stores that even had a nameplate for fluke were barren. This time, they had four different ones. And me without heavy duty cash resources. So I just bought Rissoto. I am listening to it now. Anybody with a heart votes love (68K 5.5s).

(I'm collecting these things. I was 666 on rory's page, too. I've only ever been there twice.)

Boy, do I hate throwing up. -- N. Yee

Fluke, Risotto track 8; 5:59. It brought back a song that I wrote when I was in high school. I had completely forgotten. I love fluke.