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 I adopted a rescue kitten the other day from a friend of a friend who'd saved her from a crackhead that was feeding her spoiled milk. She couldn't take care of her, so I offered up my home to the little wonder. She's a gray tabby longhair from what I can tell. She's got ears like an ocelot. I've decided to call her Petunia or Tutu for short. At first she was quite shy, but now she's warmed up to me and cuddling her brains out when she's not bouncing off the walls like all kittens do. Some pictures below

I woke up this morning and immediately went to work looking for a second job, filling out applications and checking the craigslist for the money maker. Thinking I'd have the jump start on people by downloading an employment app for a half-price bookstore a few blocks away I walked in with a cocky swagger and  an already completed application only to find out that they'd filled the position this very morning. I was fucking shocked that the job ad had already gone up for just one night had already been filled. So I walked next door and turned in my resume to the comic shop in direct competition with them. So the day was a loss over all without any real prospects to speak of. I need a job closer to home as the condition of my car has made it unsafe to drive the lengths I do to and from work every other day. I'm pretty sure my front left tire's going to fall off if I go over a certain speed. The motherfucker rattles like bo-jangle skeleton. 

In other news my dad called me tonight to tell me he's going in for Angioplasty surgery this Wednesday for a blockage in his heart. Apparently he wasn't even going to tell me until my aunt forced him to call us. It's times like these that I regret not being closer to Maui, if not to provide some moral support for my dad. Granted he's going to the best hospital in the islands, it's still high-risk open heart surgery and even the slightest mistake could mean dire results. It's not something I like to think about for too long, but it's just terrible news to hear from home. I'd drink, but I just can't bring myself to pour a glass at this point anymore, because if I go into the bottle now I might not come back out.

Tomorrow is the 4th of July and I'm planning to make a big day of it, I've been saving a couple hits of strong acid and I've got a nice ecstasy chaser to even it out, and if all goes well I might throw some shrooms and buddha in to cap it off. I figure by the time that the fireworks start to explode over People's Park I'll either be peeking my brains out or crawling on the ground incoherently in the streets. Should be fun however it turns out. There's nothing like an absolute loss of self control in the darkness of the night with bright colorful lights exploding above you. Let's hope tomorrow's better than today.

Fingers crossed,

O.