Like a well-oiled killin' machine

...Or more like a machine in need of a good tune up and a job. School's starting soon and it'd be nice to have a job beforehand. I recently got an interview with a local hospital which is good news for someone as job-needy as me. The bad news is that it's not as prestigious a position as say "heart surgeon," or "physical therapist" (I'll be a food worker... a Professional Food Worker). The good news is that my girlfriend can now stand proudly and say that she dates someone who works at the hospital. I'd sound so much richer, and we all know that that's my goal in life. However, first and foremost, I've got to actually get the job. Maybe I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

Well, I'm officially moved into the new house- furniture and clothing included. Jason, my former roomate, went off and got married to the first girl he laid eyes on when he got into the college group. Honestly! (Well... it's not quite like that, but it sounds much better that way.) This left Aaron and me with Darst and what an interesting time it's been. It's not been so much Darst who's been "interesting"- it's his cat. And by "interesting" and "cat", I mean "hellish" and "demon-spawn". I've told Darst on more than one occasion that if that cat so much as bites or scratches me, it will become intimately aquainted first with my shoe and later with six feet of earth. Now, you may be thinking, "Okay James, is it really that bad?" or, "Are you being nice to this cat?" and the answer is YES!! I've tried and the thing still lashes out at me if I so much as walk by it.

I hate cats...

.:fIn:.