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Strange story about Trabuco Canyon, isn't it? A polar bear? Really?

I got fired from my barista job. I knew it was coming, so I guess I can't be that surprised. I didn't do anything wrong, they were just laying off people, because they're slow on business. So now I have no job, and I'm pretty much going to be tossed out of my sister's house. She's been looking for any excuse to get rid of me.

Yay for being homeless. If anyone needs me, I'll be uh.. somewhere. Maybe hooking on the street. That sounds about right.

Not one but two auditions this week for Disney, and they cast me as the understudy for the lead in Book of Days. Still at Hangman, too.

So if someone wants to ask me on a date, he'd better do it soon. Probably going to have a lot less free time soon.

...that I am in dire need of some advice.

Not advice about romance and other diversions. Yours truly has those matters under control.

I mean advice of the house buying variety. Where can a boy from the South find the nicest and preferably the most expensive beachfront properties, in these parts?

"Its a good thing I have my library card. Why? Because I'm totally checking you out!"

Yeah, I gave him a number for being able to say that line with a straight face. I'm sure someone at Domino's will take him up on his offer of a date. Depending on what time he calls and who answers.

And the task for tonight isssss...

Law Journals 1876 and 77.

...maybe I should have given Mr. Back Pick-Up Line my real number.

I would be okay with not going back to California. Living here for the rest of my life doesn't seem like it would be hard.

Heck, I'd be okay with living outside. Even in the winter. I wouldn't have come back in today but mom said I smelled like a wild animal and made me shower.

In my dreams I warned dad before he got his head lopped off only he didn't believe me and then...I lived on some very dirty streets and traded the birds I trapped for a bit of brown.<

My There's a wolf howling outside.

Yesterday was the weirdest day I think I've ever had.

Uh, Rose?

Why did you call me Captain?

Maybe the internet actually has a use after all. Come on free marketing, show me what you can do.

Barnegat Books is having a sale this weekend. We stock rare and used books. [Address] Plenty of comfy chairs for browsing. No coffee on tap, but there's a Starbucks next door. You're welcome to bring a cup over and steal their WiFi while you look around the shop.

Trend of dreams correlating to reality seems to be continuing. Interesting.

I deny all responsibility for how that copy of Fifty Shades wound up in the breakroom. Even though I've been reading Edward in our Twilight re-enactments when we're bored with no calls, there are standards I will not be breaking. I will not be Christian Grey or whatever her name is.

Really. No matter what your sexual fantasies of me are, co-workers. There are boundaries you know.

At any rate, I'm denying knowledge of how that happened. Really. Truthfully.

...Why is it nobody believes me anymore?