It's Good To Be Home...

I am so excited to be back home...and I really came home...I mean way back home...to the Northside aka I'm-so-far-from-civilization-friends-work-culture-fun-and-good-food that I might as well have stayed in Albuquerque. Just playin' ya'll just playin'. I am staying with a gracious friend that is putting me up for a month until I move in and take over Coya's apartment and put a helmet on her cat. A bib too. Can't have that poor dumb creature running into walls and hurting her little head while drooling all over herself. Poor baby. That's what happens when you eat lead paint chips.

I got back to town last Tuesday, and I started my new position working on the Hutchinson campaign the next day. Talk about hitting the ground running...man it's been a sprint since about exactly 2.5 minutes after walking into the office...and I love it. I love coming home at night...completely exhausted...but feeling good...I mean feeling GREAT. I love my job. And let it be heralded throughout the land that you read it here first that Peter Hutchinson is going to be the very next governor of Minnesota. Oh yes...my dear friends in those other parties that are fielding candidates...the gridlock-self-involved-government-for-everybody-but-the-people-backsliding-stagnating-anti-Minnesotan shall give away to the visionary-workable-doable-sensical-open-inclusive-forward-movement that is the Hutchinson campaign. Work Peter. Work!

It's darn good to be able to see the people I love...as much as I can stand to see them...which is a lot since I missed the heck out of 'em. Coya is at the top of that list along with my Mama. Of course Coya is dead to me at the moment seeing as how she just landed a fan-damn-tastic job in South Carolina where she will join forces with my friends Mandy Carter and Asha Leong to fight the forces of stupidity and malicousness and preserve the right of the homer-sexuals of South Carolina to join up with that age-old-venerable-mutable-sometimes-but-not-always-desirable-institution-called-marriage. So while I publicly celebrate Coya's briliance and mangificence...and I know this journey will be all spiritually uplifting...not to mention clitorally uplifting if she has her way...deep inside I am doing mad voodoo so that on the evening of June 30th her spleen implodes and her vagina inverts requiring a long, drawn out stay at a local area hospital...with a miraculous complete recovery around about November 2006.  Kisses.

I still have loads and tons and tons of loads of people that I haven't yet seen or have only seen in passing and want to spend oodles of time with until we start annoying each other like the good old days...which were only about 9 months ago...so not really that old...that's not actually even a toddler if ya think about it...but you get my drift. 

Well...the sun is shining...it's another beautiful day in the neighborhood. I have a date on Friday...and I have a not-so-secret crush on one of the tech guys at work...my candidate is going to win...my best gal pal got a dream job...and I just had a very satisfying bowel movement. It's a good day indeed.

P.S. Seeing as it is 6/6/6  I do hope this isn't the last good day ever...seeing as how the remake of the Omen opens tonight and this would be the Biblical day for all Hell to break loose...pun so intended.