I've been waiting for this moment all my life, but its not quite right

Last night I had a dream. What I remember now is fuzzy. I remember the main ideas though. Okay, main idea. I'm standing at the corner closest to my house, with my mom. My mom is talking to the neighbors while I scream at people who don't stop at stop signs. Like full blown Tourette's yelling, screaming, swears. I made up a few good ones, but I can't remember them now. My voice was getting all hoarse and chipmunky and a few people laughed, including a douchebag who did up and down finger point gun as he drove away. Don't ask me how he did it. I yelled some more, and my mom got mad at me for saying "goddamn".

At the moment I'm listening to Shawn Mullins sing "Wake Me Up (Before You Go Go)".

Matt keeps lending me books faster than I can read them. No, really. My queue:

Sin in the Second City - Karen Abbott
The Zombie Survival Guide - Max Brooks
V For Vendetta - Alan Moore/David Lloyd
book that I can't remember the title or author. I think its a memoir.
books #2 and 3 in the Fables Series by Bill Willingham

I also am re-reading Jpod by Douglas Coupland.

Had a job and then I quit. Might take a gig in Ann Arbor with clean water people.

Maybe it was the kind of day the last couple days had been, but I came to the realization that I hate the suburbs, and most of the people that they produce. This is a sweeping generalization. A lot of my favorite people are from these obnoxious sprawling lands. Or maybe its just Detroit's suburbs that bother me. In particular, the eastern ones. Everything's so far apart. Everyone just looks stupid. I just found the whole area obnoxious with its dog-friendly stores, orange skin, and teenagers listening to country. I was hanging out with a friend yesterday, driving all over the landscape covered in bright, pale gray clouds. Maybe it was the friend. She was rubbing me the wrong way yesterday. Maybe it was the fact that I spent most of my time in the north or west parts of town: Royal Oak/Ferndale, Farmington (Hills), Novi, Southfield. Maybe its because I have devoted most of my legal adult life in pursuit of the west. Maybe its because I still pursue the west.

I need an oil change.

plea from a cat named capitalism

I got a job. That's a lie. I got a place to go to for 8 hours a day with no windows (except in the bathroom), where I sit and wait for people to call. In the meantime I have a phone book where I dial a lot of "wrong numbers" or disconnected ones. I was always aware of the economic situation in Michigan, but it didn't hit me until I found out firsthand how many businesses have gone belly up since the publication of the yellow pages in feb 2009.

What I do: sales for a fledgling internet radio station. Strictly commission. Strictly suckage. I can't even close my eyes and pretend its an internship.

I mentally quit yesterday. I'm pretty sure I'm physically quitting today. I need more return on my investment. They're in Ferndale, right next to the WAB (Woodward avenue Brewery). I should have known better. I have to fight the urge to get drunk at lunch on a daily basis. I have to pay $4.25 a day in quarters for parking. I am 8 soon to be 12 dollars in the hole. $12 is close to 3/4 of a tank of gas for me (thank you very much Saturn). I could have gone to Kalamazoo on what I paid to sit still. I need more security than that. I guess its back to the mall. And Monster. And Craigslist. And standing by traffic lights by the expressway with my sign that says in glitter: will work for money.

When I write it all out like that, it seems like a no brainer that i should quit.

Maybe I can get my mom to sponsor my next reading excursion after I finish these 4 other books I've got going right now, courtesy of Le Boyfriend. I have an overwhelming urge to read Bright Lights, Big City by Jay McInerney

Will the Postal Service ever put out a new CD?

fml.