Awry, Amiss, Amok

You heard correctly

It is indeed my birthday today, the big two-two! You can find me rigidly ensconced next to the fireplace at the Southern Cross from, I predict, a luridly early hour of the evening (3? 4pm?) until, presumably, they close. Come buy me a drink because you love me!


I am more hetero than you can even imagine.


Happenin's keep happenin'

Without undue drama (neither acrimonious or ceremonious), I called it a day and quit work on Friday. My brain's been rapidly shifting gears in response to the events circling 'round me, muscling for rank, bellowing in my ears while I sleep. Consequently, the gear I'm in at the moment has no tolerance for A Real Job, so I'm taking six or seven weeks off to work on my own projects e.g. and, I imagine, sleep in 'til noon a few times and smoke some pot. Then come January, (contract pending) I'll be working as a foreman at a construction site on Cuba St. We're throwing a Thanksgiving Slash I Quit My Job party on Thursday, tickst me for details (021 723 707). I realise Thanksgiving is traditionally held a week later than this, but you know, I'm just so in love.