I Don't Remember November

Moving has been difficult...most difficult.

Thankfully Angela's friends and her kind family have helped to make my transition to White River Junction somewhat smooth.

I am struggling to get a job, but will probably soon be back at work at the blue polo shirt & khakis corporation. Pbbbt!!!

We're renting a house in WRJ, right across from the White River actually, but to be totally extravagant, the house has a huge pool in the backyard. Too bad it's winter. It's a 1940s time warp and thus somewhat cute and retro. My favorite part is the glowing red neon motel light outside our office window. Finally Alan, Angela's father, and I finished reconditioning Stella's bedroom which involved many stinky bone-numbing hours of scraping off a layer of paint and a layer of wallpaper on all the walls. I smelled of vinegar for about 2 weeks. Then we had to wade through drawers of "cheap jesus" artifacts, such as little crucifixes and prayer cards and a cross-stich placard proclaiming, "Shhh...I'm Talking With God." The 86 year old woman who lived here was very Catholic. It's a cool place though, this house, and we're in walking distance to our new hangout in White River, Queeraoke at Than Wheelers on Fridays and Saturdays.

Now for a job.

I'm off to do some sneaky deeds...tis the season to surprise my girlfriend with a few gifts.