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- So this is post-college life? Really? *shivers*

- The Passion of Christ featured a deleted scene where Christ called me out and told me "You're next"

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Recap of January 2003 - August 2003
2004-03-09 - 12:03 a.m.

Better late than never, huh?

Literally two years from my last serious post... life has slowed down to enough of a crawl that I'd like to fill the gaping void in it with diaryland, once again.

So, let's recap 2003:

January:

Mucked around, read a business book while on the potty, and decided to start a t-shirt venture to capitalize on the popularity of these "t-shirts" in 2003.

February:

Got some T-shirts made with various offensive phrases on them, such as "Sometimes I drool when I walk too fast" and "I can't tell if you think I'm cute, or want to buy crack from me. Purchased Joelthecat.com and codeorange.us, the framework for the latter being the basic design for diaryland now. Had a fling right before Valentine's Day with an ex, Chris, that probably shouldn't have happened.

March:

Got two more (out of six designs) of the t-shirts made up: "Eet Mor Childrin" and "Back off, I'm Code Orange" Sold aforementioned T-shirts during the big St. Patrick's Day festival in Savannah, GA, made decent money off selling the shirts, green and white Mardi Gras beads, and bandanas. Quit my job at Coastal Reprographics.

April:

Hmm, what happened in April- gotta break out the book of receipts I kept...

Ooo, there's something. I went to Atlanta with my roommate Newman, and his (at the time) girlfriend (and my long-time friend) Shasta. We went and saw the Dogwood festival, and had drinks with his High School buddies, and had a very good time. I also began (and ended) a short relationship with a dude named T.J., a sweet, but kind of (literally) dirty dude that worked at a local pizza place. We did shrooms, and I thought he was Beavis and I was Butthead on the couch while watching Yellow Submarine. Fun, but kinda weird.

May:

Lots of loafing and self-loathing. I suffered from a mysterious ailment that I don't feel comfy talking about, and I don't think the cure came this month. Receipts revealed that I went to River House restaurant (who has the best bread pudding ever), so it couldn't have been ALL bad. Supported self off sales on ebay.com of old video games.

June:

Followed Jesse immediately after his graduation on a spur of the minute trip to Louisiana for a week. Played a lot of No Mercy, Mario Golf, and video games in general. The highlight of the trip was the road trip there, where we exchanged U-Haul's in the middle of Florida, and the trip back- where I rode for the first time on an Amtrak train, seeing the country the slow way over land.

Panic came over when I returned. I didn't know where I was going to live as the lease was running out. I started working at Coastal Reprographics again, and somehow worked better hours and made more than when I was working there before. Rock! I applied for a position as a Admissions Representative for my college, and hoped to travel the country with my newly obtained driver's license. I also celebrated my 22nd birthday.

July:

The lease ran out, but our landlord was kind enough to let us extend it on a month to month, then week to week basis. First Newman moved out, then Tana, and then finally Mike and Chris. The house was still friggin beautiful and sunshiney, only a lot less homely without the awesome company I had on Jones Street. I finally heard from SCAD about the job interview I had with them, and I didn't get the position. I decided to move to Louisiana with Jesse, to finally get out of town.

August:

Spent a lot of time in my two few weeks alone in the house going to random bars and drinking... although not dangerously. I hooked up with Gabriel, a sweet, but ultimately clingy Mexican boy who gave the cashier his number to give to me. He didn't speak English that great, and I didn't speak Spanish that great, and that led to some problems. Luckily, I was moving soon, so nothing too scary happened. I also had fun in the house alone with Andrew, a very talkative femme-y dude who deep, deep down, was kinda sweet, and cute looking. No complaints there.

I made my second return trip to Atlanta with Newman and Shasta, this time to a water Park, and to a laser show at Stone Mountain- both events I'll remember fondly forever. I had a huge going away party and invited everyone I knew, and had much fun with jell-o shots and big posters of me throughout the house. All my friends came to help me move on August 31st, and I felt like the luckiest guy in the world to have them there helping me get my stuff together. My parting scene: a bunch of my stuff and furniture left in the alley behind my house. A rich lady who shared the alley looking at the dumped furniture wondering who was responsible... me, about to drive off in the jeep for good with my very next motion.

"Excuse me, sir, do you know who all this belongs to?"

"No, ma'am, I don't."

Bye bye, old life, hello Louisiana.

*to be continued... or is it?*

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...