Well Chapel Hill is much the same as always.  The big changes include no more crack heads in Hell. (They’ve been run off.)  And Pepper’s in going to be changing locations.  It’s a bit odd.

I’ve been crashing at Caracles.  She has a couch and everything.  Friday night I pulled a classic Kansas move and ditched the dance party for Pan’s Labyrinth. It was good.  I learned that war is bad, mmmkay.

Saturday night I had dinner with the Gener and then went bar hopping.  Okay I hopped from Reservoir to Hell, but whatever.  It was talking to Peaches that I realized that Hell was missing the crack heads, and to my surprised the metal heads had always been there.  I seriously have no memory of them.  Apparently I didn’t see the metal heads back in the day.  The evening ended with a small get together at someone’s house.  There was pizza and singing (songs I didn’t know in Portuguese).

Sunday has brought a trip to the Internationalist, brunch at Breadman’s, and generally kickin’ it around campus and Franklin Street.  Keep you posted when I can!

Apparently Season 3 has been canceled.  This is horrible.  I’m hurt.  I’m devastated.  Drat.

This evening I went to Sluggers for perhaps the last time.  There was this chicky there with a very annoying laugh.  I wanted to take my Newcastle (well finish it first) and bash the back of her head in.  The laugh was that annoying.  It had just the right tone to cause an instant headache.  I didn’t clock her.  I just paid and left.  Freaking annoying chick.

Thursday will be the last day in T-ville for me.  I plan on taking off Friday morning ASAP.  It should be all good.

I ran up to New York this week.  I got to meet some of Saeri’s drinking buddies.  Interesting crew.  I also signed up with some temp agencies, so hopefully I’ll be having some income again.  I do like income.

Today I mowed the lawn at Gretchen’s for the last time.  It’s a glorious thing.  I’m selling Lawnmower 2.0 to my backdoors neighbor.  She signed up for another year of living at the homestead.  She’ll need a good mower and Lawnmower 2.0 is just that.

It’s time to prepare for Delphos!

I’ve been going through my material goods and deciding what to sell.  The answer is usually SELL!  Sell it.  I don’t want it.  Goodbye stuff!

Things that are kept: one of a kind objects (made by friends or family), objects from afar (foreign countries), or if I’ve used it in the last two months.  This will be the best yard sale EVER.

Toby, you’ve been good to me.  Very good.  Remember riding in the rain?  Remember going on the Interstate to the airport?  It was all very exciting, but the time has come to part.

Your new home isn’t far from here, but it will be a different lifestyle.  A garage just for you!  Plus trips around town and a boy.  You’ll be owned by a boy.  Don’t worry, he’ll probably keep you cleaner than I did and do fewer super dumb things.

I’ll miss you and will never forget you, that’s for sure.  So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu, Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

TYLER
Do you know what a duvet is?

NARRATOR
Comforter.

TYLER
It’s a blanket, just a blanket. Now why guys like you and I know what a duvet is? Is this essential to our survival? In the hunter-gathered sense of the word? No. What are we then?

NARRATOR
You know, consumers.

TYLER
Right. We’re consumers. We’re by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty — these things don’t concern me. What concerns me is celebrity magazines, television with five hundred channels, some guy’s name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.

NARRATOR
Martha Stewart.

TYLER
Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha’s polished on the brass of the Titanic. It’s all going down, man! So fuck off, with your sofa units and your green stripe patterns. I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let’s evolve and let the chips fall where they may. But that’s me, I could be wrong, maybe it’s a terrible tragedy.

NARRATOR
No, it’s just stuff.

TYLER
Well, you did lose a lot of versatile solutions for a modern life.

NARRATOR
Fuck, you’re right.

Tyler offers Narrator a cigarette.

NARRATOR
No, I don’t smoke. My insurance will probably cover it, so…

Tyler stares at him

NARRATOR
What?

TYLER
The things you own, end up owing you. But do what you like, man.

I’m packing up Gretchen, deciding what to keep, what to sell.  Most things are going in the sell pile.  I’ve even identified some books that can be sold.  Within a week I’ll be down to the basics.  A weeks worth of work clothes, a weeks worth of chilling clothes and iPod.  Of course I’m keeping all the books I haven’t read with me along with the Kerouac collection.

Every couple of years I go all nomad.  I sell loads of things and move.  It’s good for my state of mind.  Plus it helps out with the debt.  My versatile solutions for a modern life are holding me down.  And here people were telling me it was the man.

Anyway the Ikea nesting instinct is for sale.  If you are anywhere near Florgia and would like to purchase Ikea furniture, only slightly used come by Gretchen on Saturday.  Everything from Ikea will be going, as well as stuff from other mass produced entities, Pier 1, Walmart, Target, Best Buy.

Yesterday I decided to end my relationship with my job.  It was a tough decision (not really), but it is time for me to move on.  Time for me to go corporate and get paid!  I know that I should have a job before I leave the previous one, but believe me folks this really is the best thing.  I’ll be in T-ville for the rest of the month give or take a couple of days and then I’m off to less green, more concrete pastures of somewhere else.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life.  And my life is looking good.  Does everyone remember the Kansas of grad school?  The Kansas who always had loads of energy and was annoying happy?  Well she’s back with a vengeance!   We’ll do lunch as long as you pay.

Coming back to T-ville presented me with a full mailbox.  And it was full of really good stuff.  I got loads of Christmas cards from various peeps.  One of the cooler ones said, “Happy Fucking Holidays” all in cross stitch from Saeri.

I also got some gifts.  I love gifts. Especially when they are chocolate straight from Scotland and kick ass postcards.  The USPS is my favorite.