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.
I'm getting a new roommate too. Her name is Barb. I kind of feel left out because you, Mary Ann, and my new roommie all of mature women names. Maybe I will have people start calling me Gertie. I'm glad your job allows you to see funny kitties and to read cockfighting literature.
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