I feel fairly tired and sleepy, yet I can't fall asleep. Why, you ask? Well I'm not sure. However, I can say that it is too fucking warm in my room. I am naked and it's still too warm. The A/C in the living room has been running practically all day, and I left my door open, yet it's still warm in here. I don't understand it. I even tried spanking my monkey, and that didn't work. Took some hits off my vape pen, and still, I'm not asleep. This sucks. This really sucks. I feel so gross! :( I'm contemplating putting some clothes on and sleeping in the living room.

My roommates and I are supposed to go to the farmer's market in Beaverton today. If I don't get sleep, I don't think I'll be too much fun. After that, I have nothing planned, but would love to make something happen. On Sunday, my roommates are going down to Lincoln City for Rose's cousin's college graduation. I wanted to ride down with them so I could see someone that I've known since middle school (and have harbored strong feelings for him over the years), but he doesn't really act like he wants to commit to spending a minute with me, much less a day... So fuck that. Besides, someone else who actually is willing to make plans with me is going to come over and we're gonna chill the fuck out.

Ugh... I'm tired of feeling gross. :sad: Fuck this heat. Fuck it right in the ear.

Lastly... I'd like to take this moment to honor a man who spoke out against segregation, and in spite of his career in heavyweight boxing, he was a man that would stand by his convictions and fight for peace and equality. Mohammed Ali, you were a great man who shall never be forgotten. Rest in peace.

Another day of nothing, basically. Big Daddy and I went with Rose to the bank, got some Starbucks, and on our way back, we brought the A/C in, and it is BAD-ASS. It's so wonderful in here now. In fact, it is so comfortable that the dog has not moved or whined or anything (that fucking cute bastard of a dog).

If I remember correctly, today is Friday. If that is true, then I want to go out tonight (or have people come over) and participate in some mad debauchery (I mean completely fucking explicit, rated R [maybe rated X?], stoned off our asses and drunk off of life [and booze])! It's not mandatory, but it's nice to have. I'm just not right in the head.

Until then, I'll be "just lickin' my finger and flickin' the bean."

I'm pretty sure I'm stoned, but I don't think I'm 100% stoned. Big Daddy and I went to a dispensery with Rose and their choir friend and got vape pens with high-CBD oil. I'm pretty sure the oil hits me differently than bud does, but I feel like it's a lot more mellow and casual (except when you take too big a hit and you start coughing. I hate that).

So, if you have an iPhone or Android device, you should get Kingdom Hearts: Unchained because it is bad-ass. It's a pretty simple RPG, but there's a lot of opportunity for growth, and the directions are crazily straight-forward. The storyline is pretty fun. It's free to download and play, but there are several things you can purchase (jewels [a type of currency in-game], munny [that's pretty fucking self-explanatory], badges [these are items that are represented by a Disney, Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy character that you must equip to each keyblade in order to give it strength and abilities; the badges themselves can be leveled up, evolved or sold in exchange for munny], special stages, and more. I've been playing it everyday for the last two weeks straight (at least). In fact, I spent quite a bit of money on in-game purchases, and I feel really stupid about it.

Today went by fairly fast. We went to get weed stuff, I played games on my 3DS and on my iPhone, and watched TV all day. I feel incredibly fat and lazy, but the relaxation keeps me spicy and youthful.

I want to be a lot more active in the furry community. I met a lot of cool people at Furlandia, and seeing old friends rekindled my true love for the community (but I will not deny that a lot of people are still fucktards). I want to make friends, I want to meet people, and make lifelong friends. [some dick in the meantime is totally cool with me though, but like Dick from American Dad!: "I don't pay for strange."]

I am a rabbit after all.

Today is the first day of being relieved of my duties at the lab. The funny thing is that I'm not at all as broken up over it like I had originally thought I would be. I feel that I just don't care (but not bitter). What I am not thrilled about is that I need to return my badge and get my things and I feel really awkward about it.

I forgot to order my Paxil, and now I'm all out. So I've decided to just smoke more weed because WHY NOT.

My roommates and I are going to the bank so I can deposit my check, pay rent, and then get medical-grade weed and high-CBD products. *fuck yeah*

Also... Ugh... I'm so pent up! >.<

Rabbit's log; supplemental.

My meeting with my temp agency did not go as horribly as I thought.

I was told that I am not in trouble, and that I am in good standing with them. However, because of my illness-related absence, my supervisor at my now former assignment opted to relieve me. I was told that I was given a good review, in spite of my being relieved.

The plan is that I will be on a seven-day break to ensure my medication works. In the meantime, I will be taking it easy, casually putting my feelers out for job opportunities (even though I'll be put on another assignment). During this break, I am going to have so much fucking fun, your heads will spin!

Good morning!

So, I wake up, hit the snooze button, and then I wake up (permanently) at 06:00 (which was not good since I had to leave at 06:30 with my roommate [we'll call him "Rose"]). I realize I don't have enough time to take a shower, so I sit up, reach towards the coffee table (I slept on the couch last night), took a hit off the pipe, and got up to get dressed. However, sadness strikes... The clothes that I put in the dryer the other night (yes, they were still in the dryer) were not only not completely dry, but still noticeably damp. "Well fuck." I start the dryer again and put on the first thing I can find.

I got to the Beaverton Transit Center around 06:45 and have been here since. I don't have money to pass time in a Starbucks or McDonald's or anything. So I'm just sitting here, with Google Maps telling me that I don't have to leave until 09:03 and nothing to do, aside from my music, my phone, and my 3DS. I let folks know my situation in hopes that I find somewhere to go until then. I've also considered getting on the next train and sitting at Pioneer Square for a bit. I have to do something. I would like to point out that I do not currently feel as anxious or panicked like I felt last night, but I'm still uneasy about what could happen. I'm not saying I don't deserve to have the book thrown at me, but since I've been legitimately ill, I beg for mercy.

In the meantime, I'll be here... Trying to make plans. Maybe later I can manage to actually get laid? XD

Ahem...

So... Remember how I said earlier that I didn't go to work today? Yeah, well my temp agency doesn't seem to be pleased with me (even though I used the excuse that my stomach was bothering me, which has been a consistent issue). Well, right after 17:00, someone from my temp agency called me (from a Seattle number that I did not recognize), telling me that I did not need to report to my assignment tomorrow, but they wanted me to come in tomorrow morning to talk about how the assignment is going. As she was saying this, my heart sunk to my stomach and I started to get super anxious (all in less than four seconds). Politely (and obviously nervously), I asked what they needed to talk about exactly, and she just repeated "We just want to talk about how your assignment is going." After getting off the phone with her, I spent a good hour shutting down, shaking, tearing up, not being able to speak, not even to the voices I heard shouting in my head. At around 18:07, I decided to call the Seattle number back, and the same lady picked up (so I'm assuming it's her cell phone number or something). I explained that I had a bit of an anxiety attack, and that I didn't remember what time exactly I needed to be there, aside from being there before 11:00 or after 12:00.

So now I'm all like "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck... They're going to (at least) put me on some sort of absentee probation and/or remove me from the assignment or just straight fire me (worst case scenario). My roommate (we'll call him "Big Daddy") assured me that our living arrangement has become a lot more than just business, that we've all become really good friends, and no matter what happens, everything will be okay, and they're not going to just kick me out just because "life happens." Big Daddy also reminded me that I have the option of calling that one lady that owns the interpretation company who showed interest in me (she owns a condo that one of my cousins live in and my dad was over there working on a dishwasher when they started talking about me). I've therefore attempted to be somewhat optimistic, and I am feeling a tiny bit better.

Goodness, it was 22:48 when I started writing this thing, and it's now 23:10... I didn't even have anything super complicated to say... Oh well. I guess to help lull myself to sleep, I shall smoke more weed and go to sleep to the background noise of Adult Swim (thank god for the comic relief of the Adult Swim lineup).

So...

I don't know why, but I couldn't fall asleep until 03:30 or 04:00 this morning, and I had to get up around 05:30, 06:00. Guess where I didn't go again today? Work. Why? I was too tired to function. So I called in sick and went back to bed, right after letting my co-worker know. When I woke up for the second time, I feel like con crud may have gotten to me (either that or the cold that my roommate had finally got stuck to me). Either way, I don't feel too badly about missing work (though I feel slightly guilty about it). I'm probably going to try to catch up on laundry today, hopefully I'll get around to working on my bedroom (because god damn, it needs to get done, ughhhhh).

Also, I don't know what it is about the weed my dad grows, but Jesus Christ, I'm hornier than a toad, and it's driving me nuts (literally)! "It" is soooo sensitive to the touch, it's hard to maintain its flacidity (I wish someone could help with that, but I'm not going too far out of my way to get any, because I'm still lazy after all).

Anyway, Furlandia 2016 was fun! I'm still in the partying mood. :P

So...

Yeah. I'm gonna use this from now on.

I promise.

Really.

:D

-Frenchie

I'm gonna be on here a lot more often now. :3 Let's party.

May he rest in peace.

Dear today,
You're an asshole. You have been so misleading to me all day. I thought you were ok until just now, when you tell me an old friend I haven't seen in a while has died and the job I've been waiting for is pretty much fucking me over (the guy even got an attitude with me). Well, right now, I'm at a really high, tense level, I'm 10 seconds away from busting a fucking vain and beating your ass. Fuck you, today.
Sincerely yours,
Kevin Thompson

Happy Rosh Hashanah everyone! :D <3

So, I went to RainFurrest this year, and it really opened up my little eyes... I totally want to get out and be more active in the community, or hang out with a lot of different furries. So if anyone wants to contact me, I believe my contact info is on my profile. Or if you have my number, feel free to text me! Let's hang out, chit-chat, feed seagulls Alkaselzer, etc.

<3

Just wanted to say that I updated a lot of information on here, finally got a thumbnail so peope actually know what I look like (vaguely), and I will try to be on here a lot more often. Let's fuck. Erm, party.