Hotlanta update!

So it's day #5 here in Atlanta and so far this shit is the sex.  I think not needing a full-time job at this moment might have a lot to do with it though.  The traffic can be pretty ridiculous.  I was using my GPS navigation the other day and from it came phrases that I've never heard spouted while in Jacksonville, a la "WARNING:  SEVERE TRAFFIC AHEAD" and "PREPARE FOR CONGESTION 9 MILES AHEAD.  EXPECT DELAYS."  Apparently Atlanta's traffic is a thing of legends.

I went to this quaint little pub the other night called The Bookhouse Pub that got it's name from a noble secret society lodge in Twin Peaks.   My brother, Luis, mentioned that some CouchSurfers were meeting there and then going to Clairmont Lounge afterward for karaoke.  (We ended up forgoing Clairmont lounge, but not because it's been described as a place where "strippers go to die.")  Anyway, Bookhouse Pub had a pretty extensive beer list and their appetizer menu even included fried pickles.  They didn't seem to have it though, along with a couple of other things my sister ordered.  They're a fledgling little pub so I'm sure they'll have their act together soon.  All and all it was a nice little pub--though the books there were more for decor than for reading.  Didn't see any familiar titles or interesting titles, though that could just mean I overestimated my familiarity with great literature. 

We met a guy outside who was wearing a khaki colored kilt, smoking a cigarette and generally looking like a bad ass.  He was the kind of guy that probably wore the kilt to welcome smarmy comments just so he can fuck you up.  Of course I had to ask him as unoffendingly as possible about his kilt--the man said he wears a kilt ALL OF THE TIME.  I believe him.  The temperature was in the low 20's last night so he isn't kidding. He mentioned that he is always warm, and invited me to feel his arm for proof.   He then allowed me to snap a photo of him but it didn't save to my phone.  (I didn't click 'save'.  I hate that b.s.  If I took it, just fucking save!)

I've mainly been organizing my things and trying to get settled in.  I got the chance to hit up the thrift stores.  I came across a (properly) short book on A.D.D.  I got a kick out of that, because I'm a 'tard.








On Monday I went into a Marshall's probably for the first time in my existence and what to my wandering eyes did I see?

BAM!  Well, I couldn't help BUT to see the damn things.  Shit was bedazzlin'.  Only $19, too. But anyway, turns out they are actually women's shoes, but that only matters if you're a homophobe.  I'm no damn homophobe and if I have to rock women's clothing to prove it I shall do so. 

Anyway, everything is going ammmaaaazzziiingly well.  Tomorrow my older brother is doing a topless photo shoot and guess who gets to do the lighting?  Yes, please.

Will be receiving reliable internet soon because my neighbors are kind of paying for my wifi hacking skills at this point.

Write/call/'textual relations' me. 

-Erick