The Confession of an American Jew

When I clicked on the title area "The Confession of an American Jew" came up as a choice on the list of things I must have at some point typed into something, so that is the explanation since I am not (yet) a Jew. I am currently eating a sandwich on a hot dog bun. The main reason is lack of bread but I think it is the perfect size so I might have to make a habit of this. I'm also drinking a beer with my lunch in hopes that the afternoon back at work might be a little more fun. But I don't think one beer can do that. Mary Ann moved all her shit into the apartment and I am pretty pumped for our roommate hood. We played drinking trivial pursuit the other night and got way too excited about being roommates whenever it came to mind. I think we did the handshake where you grab the person's arm for extra fervor. We have like 15x the amount of dishes and kitchen utensils that would be necessary for two people, but I'm already excited to break out the Christmas dishes come December. I'm pretty pissed because my google toolbar has been converted to some shitass one that the antivirus thing I have put in. Yahoo's search engine is terrible and I'm super angry that I have to now go to google.com instead of just having it at my fingertips. In other news, I had a nice talk with my boss yesterday about cock fighting. I guess he raises game cocks and sells them to Mexicans in Colorado. We have a magazine behind the counter, "The Gamecock" and it is pretty awesome. When I get a chance I will post some of the poems that one cocker submitted. I can remember one line: "We serve our fowl with vigor and vim." There is another poem called "Are you an active cocker or do you just belong?" It's great stuff. I love greenhouse kitties and I especially love showing them where all the catnip is and watching them get incapacitated.


This is Zippy, he likes to jump into people's cars when they leave their windows down. He was also recently spotted playing with a snake that was eating a frog.

Later I will make a whole kitty blog because I take pictures of them all the time.

hot dog pizza, etc.

Hello Moirah. I'll just pretend you are the only one reading this because it's probably true. Blogging is like soooo cathartic! I already feel like a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

So I had a dream about a hot dog pizza like 6 months ago and just last night a made it a reality! It was not that great. Thankfully the rest of the toppings are good so I can still enjoy it. I'm pretty sure bologna and hot dog are the same meat. Also, today at work a really old lady fell and it took her at least 10 minutes to get up. I tried to help but probably did nothing. She seemed in pretty good health but it just amazed me how hard it was for her to get back on her feet. She needed the help of a stool and a doorknob and then she had to try out each of her legs before she decided which would be best to push up from. When I fall I can jump back up quickly enough that no one even notices, maybe, so that is too bad. Have you heard of this pokemon named Prinplup? I got a sticker from a machine (because Hasting still doesn't carry homies) and out came Prinplup. I will probably name my first born after him. It's a penguin I think.

Last night I had a dream about Kristine and I meeting Zac Efron, which is mostly weird because I barely have any idea who that guy is. But he liked us a lot. Aaaand tomorrow I am going to Ft. Collins after work with Luke and maybe Adam to see Whatever Works and maybe eat some sushi if I feel like it fits into my budget, which it doesn't. I started a puzzle and I played my violin once and I've been listening to a lot of This American Life.

This is seriously all I have going on right now.