Small Footprint

I'm out of 40H and into G9. Everyone go ahead and correct your address books, because if you show up at 40H looking for alex phipps, you will be sorely disapointed (actually, who knows, there might be a cooler person living there you could meet). The move was not without its difficulties: the most noteworthy was the homelessness from the end of july to august 3rd. I must give thanks to Mr. Dude Searcy for allowing me a 3-day stay at the luxiourious Housey House, on a very comfortable futon. Unfortunately, the house animal, Pus the cat, caused a profound allergic reaction in me, but I built up the tolerance. Living across from a Harris-Teeter definately has its advantages (plus cheap King Cobra 24's). Using the F-350 we made around a million trips from our storage unit from old, and then to new apartment living areas (the storage unit was itself a small miracle, and without it we would have quite fucked). Moving, as a process, and an experience, sucks. The accumulated shit of more than a year of living is reduced to a simple process of Keep or Toss, and you better chose wisely, because all of that accumulated shit must be packed, transported, and rearranged in a new, smaller room in a 4 bdr. apartment in the hottest period of the summer. And once you get to that new place, the challenge of arranging, organizing, and settling begins. All those boxes of hamburger helper and random assorted cereals must be placed, as well as the stolen cups from Top O and coffee mugs that probably no one will ever use. Moving, in a word, sucks. But I pride myself on my ablity to fit all I need in my small orange packpack and live for an extended period, keeping the footprint small. A huge drawback to the new place is the lack of a porch for the peppers to live on, so currently they are looking for a new home. If anyone has a suitable home and would like to host them, then feel free to contact me. On a final note, I burned the fuck out of my skin on a recient trip to atlantic beach, but one happy thing occured; the cheesy gordita crunch from Taco Bell is pretty damn smeezy, or chsmonchy, or whatever the fuck you wanna say for good.