So, it's been a ridiculously long time since I've updated. Many things have come to pass... Most notably, I got a new job! Holla! New job = semi-grown up job. Goodbye, little girls' accessories and retail shenanigans, hello data entry/call center gig. Meh. I dig it. Low-key environment, supportive coworkers, fast-paced, and bitchen benefits. I'm a happy panda. Gone are my underemployed woes, my complaints of face-to-face dealings with actual human people (shudder). Here is my new life in an office. Yeehaw! Happy girl is Happy! Best part is, new job is just 3 minutes away (2 stoplights or 4 blocks away from my apartment) so commute is nil. Looooove it. Plus, my insomnia can rage all it wants, because I don't have to be at work until mid-afternoon. Bring me all your laziness, brain. DO IT. Got some bills to pay off, but once I'm done with those, for the first time in my adult life, I can actually afford to save money. Holy shitballs. I'm like a grown up. Sweet crazysauce, we thought this day would never come. Never did I suspect I'd find a job which allowed me to both indulge my nerdiness (gaming and generally geeking to the maxx, yo) and also receive a steady paycheck for minimally difficult work. I'm not saying it's not work, it totally is, but it's super easy stuff that doesn't particularly crush my soul to do. And even if it did, it's paying me decently to do it. WIN. Retail = soul sucking evil for godawful pay; office gig = soul poking indifference + sweet moneyz & real, live benefits. Much more worth it.
Let's see... What else is shaking in Alamo's world....
Well, there's been a slight change in living arrangements. After 8 months of semi-cohabitation, Shepherd decided to move back in with her 'rents in our hometown (where her new bf lives) so I now have a new roommate in Quickie, Lulu's kinda-sorta boyfriend and our mutual former roomie. So far, so good. A fellow gamer nerd, so that's nice to have around. I can veg out on my sweet laptop McKinley (Nickname Mac. Since I couldn't afford a mac, I figured my Toshiba deserved hipster cred.) while he wiles away the hours playing Monster Hunter Tri on my wii, Kaiser Wiilhelm. (Have I mentioned I'm a namer? I am. I name everything... You, dear reader, are now named THOR. I hope you like it. No takebacks.) So that's interesting. Shep's new bf Tyke is a nice guy. We were all friends before they got together, so that's a bit weird for me sometimes, but I'm working on it. Stuff with Quickie is good. He makes a good roomie. If anything, I pity him as I am a mess monster with the cleaning habits of anti-cinderella. (Nega-rella?) It's like hoarders only more junk. (Ok, not QUITE that bad, but I'm admittedly a total slob. I make no excuses except for the fact that the internet is a thing and it ruins my intentions of being a productive human person. I'm working on that, too.) Why he agreed to live with me is questionable, but I'm happy to have him and constantly make mental notes to be a better roommate that then get lost in the horrible mess that lives inside my brain. See that? I've just lost the note to do the dishes in favor of a picture of a kitten with a funny caption. Oh, cats. You really ARE that funny.
Ahem. Moving on...
Also upcoming in my super fantastic crap filled lifeaganza, is my impending godmotherhood. One of my besties, Billie, is expecting a baby (But it might be a velociraptor) later this year and I am wicked stoked. Also, I have named said earthling-to-be Leroy, regardless of its eventual gender. Leroy is a lovely name. And I'm bigger than Leroy, so Leroy will take it and LIKE IT. (I did warn you that I was a namer...) So that's coming up. And it should be bitchen. And rad. And probably noisy and messy which means we are going to get along GREAT.
I think that marks the most important events of late. I'm employed, still a pig, and will have an infant to coddle in approximately 6 months. FTW. Life's been pretty good, lately. And, come 9 more days, I'm going to be a year older, or, as I like to think of it, ANCIENT AND DECREPIT which is fantastic. We have a weekend of debauchery and shenanigans planned with many of my favorite people in the whole wide world. I say many instead of all because 2 of my closest and dearest are far, far away (In Ofuckinghio and Senegal, Africa, respectively) and won't be able to join us for the occasion. But it'll be ok. We'll make do without and take pictures with cutouts of their faces. (We've done this before...) All said, I think I might actually be allright. You know... Until the zombies come... Then, I'm probably going to die because Carl couldn't stay in the fucking house.
Fucking Carl, man... Dick.
---Alamo
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