Yes it is true. I am a dirty whore. Some of you have heard about it. I will not be sharing any more information about it. My mom does read this blog and I told her boys were gross and that I wasn't going to kiss them ever. Yucky, Yucky, Yucky. So don't ask. I only say this much because AA and EB have what I like to call Big-Mouth-itis.
Moving right along.
So it is very snowy and cold here in Portland. And when the weather turns to snow and ice here in the Rose City two things happen.
1. People freak the fuck out.
2. People hit things in their cars.
I moved to Portland for two reasons, KT and RF made me and because I didn't want to return to Montana winters. Sort of. Let's just go with that for the sake of this blog.
So I can handle the occasional snow. I cannot, however, handle the complete chaos and shut down of Portland and all of its various offices and facilities. For the love of fucking god. Just drive slower and leave earlier and be nice to other drivers.
At this very moment AA is in the other room sing karaoke. With his sweet sweet meadowlark voice. It is like a thousand winking stars and wildflowers blowing in the breeze. Speaking of wildflowers, I think he put some in a pipe and smoked it because it sure smells ripe in here.
We are waiting for my dear dear dear little buddy RF to get here because I have not seen him in days and I miss him dearly. He was vacationing in the other Portland, the east coast Portland.
And then perhaps we shall go to a movie.
Work has been very busy. Everyone and their second cousins suddenly remember, at Christmas, that they do know how to read and try to find a suitably adult like Dr. Seuss novel to give to another person as a show of how smart and intellectual they are. Somewhere in Mid-January, these same people will forget they know how to read and the book will find its way behind the couch and/or they will try to return it to the store without a receipt.
In the mean time, I've been trying not get mad at customers and coworkers and trying to avoid popping their heads off like dandelions. It is very hard to do when you are trying to explain that no, we are sold out of that book. Why? Because it was published five years ago and only one person ever bought it. That's why.
There is so much noise. From people talking. From the stupid walkie-talkies we wear and from the voices in my heads. Pretty much all of them are saying, let's go get a shot of whiskey.
My roommate MB has been in California where her dad is having surgery. They may be there for several weeks. I am in the mean time hanging out with Chaser and we are weathering the cold as best we can. Mostly by hiding under the blankets on the couch, eating lots of soup and watching CBS like the old people we are.
Okay, bye.
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