Ok. I finally have a computer again.

Here's the update. I'm living in north Minneapolis, in an attic. My new job is managing a store within a Marshall fields. It's alright. I sell sunglasses. And I think I've come to the point where I'm going to be moving back to England next sorta like end of spring, early summer. But not before I take a massive road trip around the USA. I don't want to go back to england. But i really don't have a choice. And I'm living in an attic that I can't even stand up in fully because...ummm, I can't seem to find any decent people to move in with anywhere else, also rent is really low! Under $250/mo 

And I'll appologise in advance for any mispellings. I've had a rather crap night, and for some reason I thought I could drink a pint of newcastle brown, for each crap thing that came to mind. Today just happned to be the day my ex had her going away party, because she's moving to England to be with this slightly older British photography guy that has his own photography business. So I'm now sufficiently buzzed if you will.

But ah yes, back on track. I'm living in an attic of a house. Our landlord isn't really a landlord, he's just sorta renting his house out...We pay his mortgage and all the utilities. Doesn't really help us out for any problems we have here at all really. For example, I have extension cords going outside my window to the outlets in the garden. Because the ones in my room, damn near blew up. I tried to hook up one extra lava lamp for my...well, lets call it a low ceiling'd room, or upper class storage space...that I just sorta urrm live in. Well anyways, yeah, hooked the bugger up and I damn near blew the outlet off the wall. And the landlord doesn't see it as this as a problem. Not to mention that there's no insulation between me and outside. In the winter, there's some roofing tiles, an inch of dry wall, and then me hugging onto a bottle of rum, thinking of the caribean, whilst the only thing keeping me thawed is the antifreeze in my blood called Malibu, and a space heater that couldn't warm a piece of toast. One day, I swear to god, my cell phone was so chilled when I woke up, the screen wouldn't even light up and it was making a quiet whinning noise. I think it was asking me to kill it, so that it could be happier. You really shouldn't have to wake up and wonder at what point in the night, your bottle of soda turned into a brown ice cube.

Pretty shady neighbourhood too. Someone broke into our house a few months back...By that I mean, opened the window that had been broken 6 months previous, and then they came up into my room, at 4am. Must have scared the crap outta them when a light suddenly got switched on in what they probably thought was a place filled with old plastic christmas trees and beta max players. Of course the first thing I did when they bolted downstairs was grab a piece of wooden house debre with some sharp nails on one end (I call it Mr.Tetinus) and proceed to sit on the door that leads where they where running. I was going to follow them, but then realised this criminal genius who broke into our house, may have known my only weakness...Bullets! So I decided to call the house phone from my cell and see if my room mate had a friend over that maybe just popped up to see what was at the top of some stairs that were hidden in the closet. How this criminal genius even found my room is amazing. Seriously when I came to a party at this house before I lived here. It was a great party, I was in quite a state that I couldn't really stand up without fearing for the safety of my beverage. I sat on the floor and wondered why the monkees, people kept comming out of the closet. Then this guy told me that I should trust him, and go "into" the closet. It was a real matrixy kind of moment, ya know...free your mind and all that. Well, I climbed into the closet, and there's a staircase, leading to a door laying flat on the ceiling. It's kinda of cool. Anyways, my roommate picked up the phone thankfully. I was half worried some psychopathic killer was going to pick up and tell me I was too late! But he confirmed that there was no friends in the house. Then I said Ah! Well, somebody was in my room. A long story short, we met in the middle of the house (he ironically lives in the basement)  him with a hammer, and me with Mr.Tetinus, to find our uninvited friend had already decided to leave. DAMN! And well, I needed a nightcap after that ordeal to get back to sleep.

Ahhh there's soo much to cover in the year that I've been without internet access. Man. Glad our little blogring is still running strong. To update everybody on that. I'm trying to organise some get togethers for people to meet up in a few different cities. Fun for anybody whose the road tripping type.

Actually, come to think of it, we're having a 70's themed party at our house in Minneapolis next saturday. But alas I don't think to many people on the blogring are Minnesota bound. I've had mainly people from NY and CA and London, asking for something to be arranged. So if anyone from those areas knows a nice little place to hold a funtime get together, I can be contacted at casadejoey@yahoo.com or try one of my various messengers, I'd suggest AIM or MSN. We'll start sorting something out :)

Well, I'll update you all soon on current events. Promise. Take care everybody,

                                            ~Joey~