My brother is in town staying with me, a sort of 50th birthday present to my mother: one less insane child to deal with. We’ve been discussing toothpaste, and parties, and relationships, and all other sorts of inanity. And by discussing, I mean that I talk and he giggles. It’s a good setup.

It’s funny to think that my opinion on whether a girl would be good with my kids has begun to factor into my dating. And it’s funny that in my head they are my kids. But I talked with Cassidy all about it at Hank’s tonight over dogs and lemonade…. Just because you can protect yourself from your significant other, doesn’t mean you’ll be able to protect your kids. My mother could barely handle herself, and thus half the time we were left to fend for ourselves against the monster. So finding a girl that won’t be an evil parent is pretty important. Its all so strange to me that it matters.  Is 24 that old? Blarhrhrhahahahaha….

In better news, I may be getting that adult job after all. I signed a piece of paper for the utilities commission. I may have a salary, and suits. Scary! I sure hope it works out. 9-5 regularity, and a pay check that can actually pay off those little school loans and help me get out of here.

Oh my gosh I must goto beds, soccer in the morning!