Not A Lot News

Meant to post last night but things got in the way. 
A girl I've been chatting with online surprised me by being awake, but since I don't like to kiss and tell, that's all I can really say.
(All the way, baby)

Also some local kids at work(a hotel, if you didn't know) decided to try to Library us again with our lobby computer. 
Oh kids, they think they're so smart, so sneaky. 
What they don't know is that I control the wireless router. 
Now I know why adults were such bastards when I was that age.
First, like all kids, I was a moron. 
Secondly, it's just fun. 
And what did I get for my efforts to teach them about boundaries, and respecting other people's property?
A middle finger as they left. 
You go, Master of Originality and Angst, go. 

Also, Treev is staying with me for a while, as long as he promises not to crap in my dirty laundry. 
We're still not sure why the Po Po are after him, but theory is that the Huffing Syndicate is trying to frame him for something for selling markers at a school. 
The Huffing Syndicate is very territorial. 

Finally Back

It's been a long weekend.  No internet at all.  Barely any electricity.
Found Treev in a park that is well know for being the hideout of people who don't want to be found.
(Which I guess kinda defeats the purpose)
I'll get more into it as I have more energy.
Oh, I found him alive and all.

In other park news, the police have identified a leg bone found in a park as that belonging to a local man who's been missing since last summer.
So we're still trying to figure out if we're looking for a body now, or a one legged hiker.
Which I guess would explain why it's taking him so long to get home.

Hurried Post

Can't spend much time writing today. 

It all started when some law enforcement types came to my door this morning during my nap.
After briefly excusing me to tend to my smoking and exploding microwave, they explained to me that my good friend, Treev Wilson, was missing, and they were wondering if I'd seen him.
Treev is a good friend of mine who is a notorious bootlegger of everything from cigarettes to raw milk.  It isn't unusual for him to disappear for long periods, so I told them I hadn't seen him, and it really isn't a big deal.
They never explained why they wanted to see him.
I said it wasn't a big deal, but knowing Treev's enemies, which range from the Roving Band of Sodomites to the heads of the Pervert Underground to Larry the Leper, any one of them could have finally gotten their sick hands on him.

So I'd better go out now and try to find him.

So, long story short:
There's drama that surprisingly doesn't include Sock
My thumb drives and microwave are now trashed
I need to go try to find my friend.

Maturing

Another night at work.
Two strippers in-house.
Fantasies abound
knowing it never has, or likely will, happen.
But I always keep my options open. 
If only I could be so pragmatic
in all other things.

Weekend Recap

So babysitting went fine.  I was hardly drunk at all by the time her parents came home. 
One of my best friends is getting married, so now I have to figure out how to get some scratch together for a plane ride to Dayton, Ohio by July. 
Also I'm the last one to get married. 

The stray cat my neighbors and I have been taming and looking after is dead. 
She got ran over a couple of blocks away. 
I know that I should feel worse, but I like that her last couple weeks of life were filled with love and food. 
That, and she crapped in my dirty laundry once. 
I'd post a picture of her, but as you know from previous posts, my camera sucks, so you wouldn't even really know it was a cat.

That, and I never took one of her. 

C'mon, she crapped in my dirty laundry.

Babysitting

This is what my life has become.  I perfectly cloudy day and here I am babysitting my niece.
She's like a year and a half or something. 
I guess it isn't all bad, just watching Archer and Evil Dead while she does her thing. 
It's just really making me slow down on my drinking.
Mr. Responsible. 
Also, it appears her parents didn't honor my request to not feed or water her for 24 hours before I showed up.  So a diaper change is imminent. 
At least I don't think that smell is me.

Day of Victory

Jaw feels uneven.
As in, it doesn't open the same.
Try measuring with my fingers in my mouth,
but the results are inconclusive. 
Crush the can and go take a piss.
Baby fly (or something) lands on the side of the rim.
Nailed it.
It tries to crawl out of the frothy hell.
No you don't, you little bastard.
Tries to get out again.
Admire his tenacity, but I must win.
Flush.
Game Over.
Stand outside the bathroom door.
What was I doing?
Suppose I was going to get another beer.
So I do.