It never rings. Ok, that's a lie. Its just never who I want it to be. But, your secrets safe with me.

Finished Speaker for the Dead. I have Xenocide on stand by but I really want to finish "Lies, and the Lying Liars who tell" them first.

I had a meeting today with my boss, Dr Danny, Dean of Students at Eastern Washington University. For some reason he was impressed with my work and decided to give me more money for my work. I was really surprised. Its a job through the school and to me it takes no skills. I guess others don't see it that way. I guess its good that I can work with computers. It works out well for me. Even though I never made it over that fucking river in Oregon Trail, I still never gave up on them, computers that is. The computer is the only reason I can spell windows. I owe you a lot computer. And for some reason I think that I will owe you a lot more later in life.

Im taking care of some animals this week for Jens parents while she and her family are all in California. The pets included a golden lab named Casey, the oldest cat EVER Snow (21), Sherlock, named by me, loved by me first who was then deported to Jens family we when couldn't keep him and the bain of my existents, in this current state, Harley. Like the motorcycle, but ten times MORE stupid. I fucking hate that dog. Its not like me to dislike animals, but this one is so stupid and scratchy that I cant stand it. It's a good thing he is a little terrier because if not I would have a much harder time with him. You know those games you would play as a kid were you had one boat and you would have to take a fox, a chicken and a bag of seeds across a river but the boat can only hold you and one other load and the chicken will of course eat the seed and the fox the chicken so you have to figure out how to transport everything without anything being murdered or eaten as it were. That's how Harley makes things. Harley cant be around the two cats. He cant be around Caseys food or the Cats food. He also has to be outside all day but so is Sherlock. Harley gets to stay in the dog run but before this could be accomplished I had to fix all the holes in it so escape wasnt an option. Don't you think Jens parents would have thought about that before hand? Granted its Jens sisters Dog, but STILL. Its over there all the time and they know how small he is. Im starting to see were Jen gets her smarts from. Anyways, the dog is a pain in my ass. If it wasn't for Casey I would have died by now. He is an ah-sum Dog.

Sunday we ended up moving all of my worldly possessions from the garage (they were moved there when I moved out from Cheney. Ive been going to the garage every moving for CLEAN UNDIES before I take a shower) to my room. Its smaller then my apartment room which was so nice. I miss it like a friend. I miss my mirrors dammit. I don't think they ever truly got used to there fullest potential. You could have helped me out with that you know. Anyways, Im now just living out of my room instead of both my room and the garage. But, the exciting part about this is that I finally have my computer back in my room. Of course I demanded that my computer be directly connected to the cable internet when I got home and it has yet to happen. Oh well kids, some day.

Just cuz you feel it doesn't mean its there.

And don't you think we would have perfected communication between each other before we learned how to communicate through technological advances? That, most defiantly, didn't happen. Sometimes communicating through technology can even fuck things up more. You don't hear my sassiness through this blog. My sarcastic comments. My whining. My hollow voice. My inquisitive tone. But then again, maybe you do. 0 comments