You know what? Fuck it.

This is the third time tonight that my description for my blog includes the phrase "the place where my brain takes a shit", or some variant of it. I've had a little alcohol, but not enough that I can let typos pass by if I see them, so here we go.

If you don't know me, welcome. I hope you join my dozen of readers in (hopefully) enjoying this blog, but if not, then you can be on your merry. Shiny?

If you DO know me in "the offline", and don't like this blog, then I repeat, be on your merry. You don't have to like it, and you don't have to like me, but if you don't, I kind of wonder why you're here and why we hang out. I've had issues with people that I know in person trying to make my blog-life hell, including getting the bowels of the internet involved to browse and leave ass-hat comments. It WAS kind of cool, though, because I had something like 500 page views for two days in a row, and four or five troll-worthy comments.

So, this is it. My blog is where I post whatever the hell I want, and yeah, sometimes it is boring as hell. I'd probably argue that it's 90% of the time. I don't blog for anyone but me though, so if you don't like it, then that's good for you. In the possibly-misquoted words of Bill Hicks, "then forget me".

Some of my family probably reads this. To them, hello! I swear, I'm an atheist, and occasionally, I drink. I know I should probably feel sorry if you have a problem with any of these, but I don't. It's part of me, and if you love me, then you'll still love me anyway. One of my grandmothers, who read Random Ramblings when it was still around, actually made it a point to comment when she visited last time. I didn't know at the time that she read it, and she pointed out that she really enjoyed my writing. That was awesome.

Now, I'm probably going to look back on this post and say "Well... that sucks.", but I'll live. And you can bet your ass that I'm leaving it up. For now, though, I'm going to browse 20sb and find shit to do online. Later today, I'm going to blog about the hilariously awesome "wrong number" call that I got, so you've got that to look forward to.

Love you all, even the assholes. :)

-Justin

It's weird to come home and see someone else in your bed.

Allow me to preface that: I'm unmarried, and worked last night, and it wasn't some fling that overstayed her welcome. No, this was not in any way my choice.

I've mentioned my living situation before, but let me sum it up if you're new around here: three years ago, I moved in with my mother to help her out after my stepdad passed. Three years later, we lost the house we were in (long story), and have been living in a considerably smaller and crappier house. As I mentioned in the "Life - 2, Justin - 0" post recently, we're on the verge of losing that -- it sucks, but shit happens.

So my mother's idea is to have a friend of hers move in while I stay with my grandmother, and we use that extra income from her friend paying rent to us to catch up on our overdue rent. Sure, I'm all for that. Oh, you're going to have her crash in my room while I'm in Shelton, see if you get along living together? Neato neato, more power to ya.

Except she didn't, because "something came up". And apparently, this friend is "at least going to stay on the fold-out for a while" and pay a lesser, undecided amount..... who had this dumb idea? Oh yeah, my mother.

Last night, I paid for gas so I could get a ride to work, solely because I wanted that extra hour of sleep. I came home this morning and see somebody asleep in the chair and figure it's my mother's friend -- nope. She was in my room, which surprised the hell out of me when I opened my door and woke her up. Apparently mom had decided to give a ride back to this side of town to another friend of hers, and when he couldn't get in touch with the people he'd planned to stay with, mom let him crash. Noble, sure... but it would've only taken thirty seconds to call my work last night and say "Oh, hey, V.'s going to be crashing in your room until you get home!"

Did I mention I'm not completely comfy with other people sleeping in my bed? If it's someone I know well and/or someone I've been intimate with, sure. But someone that I've met all of three times? Little bit squicky for me. I'm going to talk to both my grandmother and my mother about things, see about moving my shit over there. And soon.

Last night was slow at work...

So, when I had downtime, I got to thinking about blog topics. I think I'm up to four or five, and if I thought I'd have enough time before work, I'd write about one or two of them.

It's not all ranting, either. As much as I love a good rant (and personally think some of my more amusing humor comes out of my ranting), I want to lie to you all. See, I can't have you think I'm just a boring, angry, curmudgeon. I've got to pretend that there's some other facets to my personality.

But, true to form, I think I will START with a rant. Tomorrow's post. :D

I'm just saying...

David has a hot sister.

Trust me.

This post is in no way a cop-out for being tired and unable to think of a post in the short time before I have to start work.......

This shit is DELICIOUS.

Well, one quarter of it is. Tonight, I made a version of this chicken with creamy orange sauce recipe, but I didn't do the peas and pearl onions, the flower-shaped biscuits, or the "pudding the color of honey". But the chicken and rice turned out fucking FANTASTIC.

It was a hit with everyone, and I'm already thinking about ways to try and make it healthier. Because as it is, eating this EVER again will fuck over any chances that I'm making to lose weight.

Still working on getting the sound clip from Jim that I wanted, but I'll get it. And you will be squicked.

Wandering around Olympia

The following is a paraphrased version of a conversation on the phone and on Facebook:

ME: So, I'm going to catch the bus that'll get to Oly around 5 instead.

JIM: Hey, we have a horse thing that we've got to do, we should be back in Oly around six. If you wanna goof until then we can meet up?

ME: Sounds like a plan! I can troll around town for an hour.

What ACTUALLY happened was that I got off the bus in Olympia around 5pm, and walked around for a bit. I found my way to the only convenience store that I knew how to get to in that part of Olympia, only to find that it was closed. No coffee or energy drinks to help keep me awake... awesome.

At this point, I'd been up for almost a full day, minus a short half-hour nap before I went to catch the bus. Worked the previous night, came home and took care of laundry and house-cleaning, fought to keep myself awake until I failed. Woke up, caught the bus. Done.

So, I find myself a spot to perch at Percival Landing and write for a little while, until I'm so tired that I know everything is barely-readable crap... and looking back today, I was right. Then I browse around Twitter on my phone for a little bit, until I get bored. Hop back up, and wander around until I'm tired of lugging my duffel bag with me, and find a good place to sit (away from noisy skateboarders, this time). I watched an episode of Comic Book Men, read a little bit more of Way Of Kings on my Kindle, and just kept finding things to do

Not by any fault of their own, but it ended up being about three hours until Jim and Wendy could get back into town and pick me up, so all of us were suuuuuper tired when we got back to good ol' Drafty Meadows. I can't complain too much, though... I was under a covered area and didn't have to worry about the rain, I had ways to entertain myself, and I was sitting at the landing with a great view of the mountains until it started getting dark. Then, I kept myself amused with Castle until they showed up.

All in all, an unexpected-but-not-terrible way to start this few days out of town. Now, I think I'm going to go out and see the horses. :D