All his base are belong to us

Interesting day. OSHU for a evaluation and IQ test & get paid for it. I love it when they say you wont have time to finish all the questions in time & I have to go get them when I do. Wouldn't say what I actually scored. She said its not allowed. But her eyes got big when she figured it, so must be good.

Goddammit I was supposed to hear back about a job today.

Later I made a trek to fucking Beaverton for a Happy Hour at Hall St Bar. This is one of the very few good places in fucking Beaverton. This was all planned very last minute and a friend asked me on FB if she could order me something before I got there, as it was unlikely I'd make the Happy Hour cutoff. I asked her to get me the lettuce wraps. People there immediately were convinced my security has been breached. Why would Pete order something healthy?

Ahh, my friends know me.

Was having a good time til a troglodyte showed up that doesn't particularly like me for some reason. I don't care about her feelings, because she is an ugly person, inside and out. I just didn't know it was going to be that kind of thing tonight. And I probably wouldn't have come. Then, when I wasn't paying attention, some brainiac decided they were going to a fucking Michael Jackson memorial tribute later. I said fuck that and left. He's molesting kids in heaven now. I don't feel a need to think of him any more. He probably has a hourly appointment with Satan to jam a pineapple up his ass. Dry baby, dry.

I was disappointed a promising evening fell apart so quick, so I cruised around fucking Beaverton a little before returning home to the promised land. Wondered what the fuck Sesame Donuts is & stopped in. It is exactly Dunkin Donuts. Its not "like" Dunkin Donuts, but EXACTLY Dunkin fuckin' Donuts.

Fuck yeah! and Fuck no! I love Dunkin Donuts, but don't need them right now. I've been eating so well all day and most the week.

Flash forward 10 minutes and I'm blasting Metallica, cramming a Toasted Coconut down my noise hole while going 95mph over Marquam Bridge to get back to the promised land of Northeast Portland as quickly as possible.

A brief beautiful moment as I speed across the bridge approaching 100 mph while the little wafer of sun going down is descending behind the West Hills.

Fuck, I'd better hurry. The vampires are waking soon.