Whazzmaster is now being broadcast on a pirate wireless signal from somewhere in the building. I don’t got no teevee, no phone, and no internet. But I’m living the good life by myself. Shit gets broke, I know who did it.
My first dinner in the new pad was homemade rice’n’beans (thanks wwhazz!) and curry chicken. Thank you, Trader Joe’s. I took the new rice cooker/veggie steamer for a long, slow cruise around the lake tonight. I can’t wait to get a coffee maker so’s I can sip on the sizzer while I sit at my new IKEA table. Pictures to follow.
The move went as well as moves can go. I mean, no move is ever paradise, but this one was the best that Hell has to offer. Tomorrow morning I get back to the gym, and I start my life of Less-Than-One-Hour Commutes. Anyone who wants to come over, just call me ten minutes before.
I’m back in the poker game, too. Live at the Bike rules, but I’m tired so I’m going to bed. Seeya wouldn’t wanna be ya.
— if you’re happy and you know it clap your hands