New job, new season, new rat. If I didn't know any better I would say that someone up there likes me.
The rat's name is Reepicheep, and madd props to Paul for knowing where that came from right off-hand.
Frogday on Saturday and I am so fucking excited. I just wish I had more money to bring so I could rock out of there with some fantastic shit. I may end up coming off well anyway.
I am excited. I am ecstatic. I am the golden electrical sheepdog of the fifty-first ring of Saturn. That's how good things are going.
I cannot wait to get home and spend time with the rat. In the future I plan to get him a ballin' ass cage with tubes and all sorts of fun. And a human sized one for me. What I mean is: I'm moving out. Don't know where yet, but it's happening. Gonna live by myself now that I have fallen ass-first into a new tax bracket. (Jefferson's Theme Starts).