Update: I can finally say it…I quit my job. Last day is the 25th. I have about 30 days to find a job & move. Yay!

I’m moving in February. To where, I have no idea, but I failed to renew my lease so I can’t stay here. My focus at the moment is on ridding myself of excess possessions. My walls are lined with sacks full of recyclables. I have even more sacks of books going to Half Price Books. Everything else is going on craig’s list or to Goodwill. I’m a pack rat, so this is hard for me, but it feels nice to be letting go of all this baggage.

I’m sitting on some big news, and I’m about to explode. Hopefully, I can say something soon. It’s a lot happening in a short time, but I like to believe that a risk is more likely to present something wonderful than something awful.

Katie & I watched the Patriots game at Tyler & Jordan’s new place last night. It was a pretty good game despite the sad outcome. We stood outside in the freezing cold for almost an hour watching Ernie (tyler’s dog) run about the yard. Call it lame, but it was entertaining. Despite his drool & smashed face, he’s a lovable “little” dog.

Afterwards, Katie & I made a midnight run to McD’s. I noted the guy at the first window chatting up the truck in front of us, and I warned Katie. Sure enough, we pulled up and the guy said “Look, a cooper. Coopers are slow.” To which I replied, “Did you just say Coopers are slow???”  Wait, let me rewind a bit before I say anymore. This was a scrawny, slightly dirty boy working the late shift at the first drive-in window at a McDonald’s. His threat level was -15. This fact made little difference apparently. I had to defend my car and so the following exchange ensued:

Me: “Actually, this will go 129”
Window: “Well, my car will go 160”
Me: “Well, I bet mine gets better gas mileage” (Why was I still arguing? I don’t know)
Window: “What do you put in yours?”
Me: “Premium” (based on the ONLY fill-up I’d done and thus, felt obligated to treat my car right)
Window: “Me too. I get 16”
Me: “Wait, did you say 16???”
Window: “No, six-ty”
Me: “I don’t believe you”
Window: “Yeah, it’s that green pontiac over there”
Me: *starts pulling to next window, but makes eye contact* “I think you’re full of crap” *pulls away*

So I turned to Katie and she was just cracking up. I was like “Did you hear me throwing down with drive-up window boy…at McDonald’s?” She just replied that we always seem to have some interesting adventures. I realized if I’d been smooth, I would have slipped it into neutral and done a bit of revving. Too bad I’ve never been smooth.

It’s like I attract awkward conversations with strange fast-food workers. See KFC Story.

Holy Moly.

What is a “moly”?

It was a fun evening. I’m watching the Colts game now. It was a pretty amazing start with the fake & touchdown pass to Clark. Stupid Tyler is AT the game…a so far awesome game and last game at the dome. I guess if I were smooth, good looking, and could sing, I’d take advantage of girls with Colts tickets connections, too. Well, actually I’d lean more towards someone with music connections but regardless…

Well, big week on the horizon. My first Mini car club meeting, Crackers sign-up, a house-warming party, and checking out The Last Domino at Local’s Only.

I’ll keep you posted.

haha “posted”. I don’t even have to work for it.