I want one

The Japanese Shiba Inu. They've thought of everything

Magic Eyes

Last week I helped Zack babysit his niece and nephew. We took pictures together.

** Meet Georgie Fruit **

Behold, Georgie Fruit, my first very own pet! After a long, rigid search for just the right cat Zack and I found him at an animal shelter in Downey amongst numerous other white wonders and incredibly fowl smelling dogs. At once I knew he had to be mine. And now he is.



Named after the African-American cross-dressing stage persona of of Montreal's Kevin Barnes, Georgie Fruit is described by Barnes as "a black man in his late forties who has been through multiple sex changes. He's been a man and a woman, and then back to a man. He's been to prison a couple of times. In the 70s he was in a band called Arousal, a funk rock band sort of like the Ohio Players. Then he went through a few different phases." Enlightening, no?





Georgie also enjoys dancing, watching tv, digging through the trash, staring at the ceiling, and making new friends.



Unfortunatly, over the past couple days Georgie has developed a rather nasty cold. He is sneezing and snotting everywhere. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers.

Trying to find an old friend

A Cover Letter

This one goes out to you.

It's a cruel world.

In this time of uncertainty one must make quite an effort to prevent total meltdown. Without any promise of future employment things can seem pretty bleak and after the gloom and doom of paying first months rent on Monday I was about ready to sign up for food stamps. It was then, amidst the fear of failure, that a sign of hope appeared from inside a small brown cookie. It read, "You will achieve great success in the future."

"Could it be true, I wondered to myself?" as I devoured the tasty treat. "This cookie believes in me, maybe I should too."
I awoke the next morning with a renewed sense of confidence. As I walked out the door I stuck the fortuitous fortune in the back pocket of my jeans and headed out to find a job. The perfect job. It didn't last long.

Down in the frozen belly of the Welch computer lab at Biola depression sunk in once again as I realized no one was willing to pay me to pet cats and eat flan all day long. I reached into my pocket for reassurance from the small piece of paper that believed in me only to discover that the piece of paper had been replaced by a small piece of lint and a candy wrapper. It seemed success had left me.

I then made the horrible mistake of ordering Wendy's chili for lunch. I am still reaping the benefits of that decision as little chilis and and onions dance in my belly like its 1999.
Growing up is hard. I hope I get better at it.

Things have happened.

Big things. Like this >>>



I have proof.
It was a very overexposed feeling day, so of course the photos are too.





My favorite claire photo that day >>



The friends



And here's a delightfully confusing/awkward photo of people who probably never should have met >>>



Afterwards we had fun and Zack wore two pairs of glasses at the same time.