the month of september is newly among us and it finds this genteel (and gentile) soul roaming the wilds of nueva york.
[insert current sleeping situations in everywhere new york]

As of the month of September I have found a prospective employer. AAAW HELL to the YES. and if I don't somehow manage to fuck everything up, my first day of work is the 15th
squeee central. I don't think i've ever been so excited to work for the man. but at least my jorb will be doing good on the mans behalf.
so there
[insert, i google imaged 'doing good' and this is what i got]

So things are finally coming up milhouse and if something should happen (G forbid) I'll take it as a sign the i need to ______
yeah there is no plan b (heh)
I also realized i dance like a freak, flailing; my body trying to disregard or break any and all of the natural laws of physics and propriety.
and you know what? i'm ok with that.
not like this lil' guy