I've been at my new job for about 3 weeks and, so far, I'm liking it. The whole 8 to 5 thing is killing me a little bit, because I often go to sleep around 2 in the morning. What is the new job? I handle the legal stuffs and things at a debt collection agency.

Oh, and I have a new car as well! No pictures of my bright blue Honda Fit, but I'm sure you guys know how to use Google.

I think my lust for the internet is finally fading; after 13 years of constant, grueling obsession, I'm no longer shackled to my laptop. It's so strange, and I often feel like I'm cheating on the internet with real life. I suppose my priorities have changed and the whole waking up thing really cramps my style. I pretty much go to work, clean, do laundry, sleep, and eat dinner with Eric.

I still Flickr and read my LJ friend page, but beyond that I don't do much else. I am thinking of quitting Twitter or, at the very least, cutting down my list of people I follow to people I actually see once a week. This is all so confusing, much like puberty. All these questions are popping up. How will I know what's going if I don't read my feeds? How many internet memes will pass me by? How will I know about new cool (web 2.0) things before the masses?

Now for a photo dump.

Chris' kitty.


Michelle and her dog, Danger Mouse.


Chris, looking special.


Yay, Tamiko!


We found these strange art pieces near one of the lightrail stations. They had three heads and six legs.




Beyond lady-like.


I had a muffuletta for dinner. So many muff jokes.


merp


Chubby chihuahua.


Homemade R2D2 cake.


Hairless cat.


It was hot and this was the coolest place in the house.


He's always fuckin' napping.


Now for the bachelor(ette) party photos. Someone bought this awful thing that came with the veiniest vibrstor I've ever seen.


huge stache man




Crothcless panties with sequined cherries on that came from the penis pinata.








She was so sad when someone popped him.


Oh hey, it's me getting sat upon.


Weasing the juice (from the margarita machine)!




The dog's name is Yoda!


Pool party the next day. More drinking.


Mos importantly, there was this:


They're vintage.


o hai.


And, rum raisin pocky looks pretty ... girly.