now and now the winter GLOWS.

hi. fancy seeing you all here. lets do a head count of the audience

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suppose i walked right in to that one.
well apparently for my absence i should state
IM SORRY!
it saddens me to not have posted for so long!
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okay, lets jump in to this bitch. January brought this on:

wowowowow. thank you dumb ass lady who couldn't change lanes because she was from a different city (actual excuse she gave me.)

after her insurance company had to send a private investigator to track her down...

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they finally cut me a check and i got my car fixed about a month later. lalala.
lets
take
up
space.

okay so february passes, march i was laid off from GPI on a Friday and was hired by Ozark Inc. on a Monday. YAY constant cash flow:

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bored + shaun = quit my job in April on a Monday.
woah. why would you do something like that???
okay back track:
one dreary Wednesday i went to work and literally stayed for 45 minutes and left. Now in this time i went out and briefly looked for another job, one of which called me randomly on the Friday before my first day of my last three days employed with the fucking OZARK INC. im the boss.
like a boss.
so now we're still in AH-prull and blah blah.
V And here i am blogging again. V
Hello all. Good to see you again... I've missed NO ONE FUCK YOU ALL, BYE.
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light gun has new songs-->
<--medicated and sick has new songs

three.

Niall Ferguson'sThe Ascent of Money
Paul Krugman'sThe Return of Depression Economics and the Crisis of 2008
and
Paul Krugman'sThe Great Unraveling: Losing Our Way in the New Century.

I need to be crafty.

Enough said?

私は酷い下痢です。

Last night at around 10:30 a middle aged couple walked into the restaurant I work at and ordered food--even though we were closed--and required me to dwell in my appetizer station for an extra hour. I figured they were just stopping by for some quick eats because they were drunk, but they ended up ordering three course meals. They were starting to piss me off because virtually everything they ordered came from my station, disallowing me to clean my area.

Had I paid attention to the fact that the executive chef was offering the couple superior service and immaculate dishes, I would have believed the guy who told me that the man at the table was Lars Ulrich of Metallica. He said Metallica were playing a concert in Houston; so I did some research when I got home, and that's when I discovered I made appetizers and dessert for the drummer of some really shitty, famous band.

I finally wound up grocery shopping at Phoenicia, a specialty foods retailer with products from all around Europe and the Mediterranean. I've been a few times before, usually just to buy insignificant things like candy bars and sodas; but this time my hand basket was heaping with goods.

The store offers immense varieties of dried fruits, cooking oils, olives, pastries, yogurts, and chocolates. The chocolates in particular are pretty outlandish--being from countries like Croatia and all. I never knew Croatia had such tasty confections to offer.

One thing that usually seems to disappoint me is the fact that Phoenicia doesn't really offer a Spanish section. They don't even, to my knowledge, carry Nocilla, Spain's answer to Nutella; they do, however, carry every other variant of chocolate hazelnut spread.

Another thing that's pretty unusual to find in a specialty foods retailer is a hookah aisle, and strangely enough, Phoenicia carries an expansive selection of not only hookahs, but tobacco in every flavor of every brand imaginable.

Normally "specialty" and "expensive" go hand in hand, but at Phoenicia the products are sensibly priced. Aside from being inexpensive and diverse, Phoenicia is both Halal and vegetarian friendly. However, if you don't have religious or moral standards, you might enjoy their deli and their limited pork products, strategically separated from everything else.

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Apparently the residents of my apartment building are so loaded that they are willing to leave clusters of full dish sets, glass sets, wastebaskets, vacuum cleaners, and artificial, fully lighted and decorated Christmas trees--all brand spankin' new--in the trash room for pillagers like Shaun and me to rummage through. I swear walking into the trash room is like Christmas; it is thankfully two doors down from my apartment, leaving me the benefit of discretely hoarding the treasures down the hall into my lair.


Anyway, here are some things I have accumulated from the "trash" room in the few months I have lived here:







I'm beginning to think that home goods retailers serve virtually no purpose to me anymore.