Okay, since none of you people out there on the “interweb” felt like commenting on the previous post, I’m going to make a new one. So here it is. Oh, you want to comment on that last one, but didn’t because you didn’t have time, didn’t want to be the first poster, or whatever? Yea, well you suck, you spineless sack of post-primordial ooze. I went out with Matt to buy ice cream tonight. Of course it’s because it is that time of the month. So we go to Safeway, because that’s where all of the poor, non-rich CC people go. And it quickly goes from buying ice cream to filling the fridge with the following:

• 9 pizza things [Totino’s brand???]
• 2 packs of sandwich ham
• 1 pack of turkey meat [for pork-intolerant housemate Shawn]
• 2 packs of american cheese [fuckers don’t have blocks of sliced swiss]
• one thing of Muenster cheese [yea, ice queen warped me]
• 2 packs of hot pockets [mmm, grease]
• 2 loaves of split-top crushed-what bread [the best]
• a pack of bagels [cinammon raison, expensive $$$]
• Some Mocha coffee things [starbucks = ass, but good]
• ice cream [choc. chip cookie dough, ben & jerry’s]

Set me back about $58. Although I’m pretty sure that I will not eat 90% of all this food [cuz housemates will ;-)], it feels good to have a full fridge. How’s *THAT* for some bachelor food luvin! Okay, another thing. To all those love birds out there, why don’t you stop fucking around and just admit it to yourselves, okay? I mean, shit, sometimes I realize that I like someone, and then I do something about it, instead of sitting around convincing myself otherwise. Fucking weak. And depressing. To all those people who I know in the Colorado Springs vicinity. On friday, April 5th [that’s today!] the Sky Sox are having their first game, and it starts at 7:05pm. The plan is to get together, get our drunk on at a tailgate party and then go into the game. Maybe throw a grill and food in there somewhere. Scrumptious. Post below or AIM me, nick “rand0m” … w3rd! Update – 2:06a – While getting my drunk on, it has become really clear to me that Race from Johny Quest is the same dude (old with white hair) on SeaLab 2020. Also, amid a long conversation with Tore, it has been affirmed that chicks suck and, if it weren’t for wanting one, they’d suck completely. Update #2 – 4/5/02 @ 3:52p – Okay, I added in a slew of new features to the site, including a fixed admin side, and the ability for you beautiful commenters to bold, italicize, underline and link things … follow the “Click for Comment Posting Guide” link on the add comment page to get the scoop.

When was the last time that you got to sit on your porch at 6:30am, drink a delicious cup of hot cocoa and post on your website? Never, you say, because you don’t have any hot cocoa? Well, sucks to be you then, huh? Okay, so a couple things have been eating me as of late, so I’m going to type about them because I have to keep my fingers moving or they will freeze off in this nice, crisp, frigid air. The first thing is that I have no content, and that you should stop reading right now and click on that little blue comment link below. I know you want to, so get to it already. The other thing that’s on my mind is that I hate inconsistency. I mean, for the past few months, my life has been simply spectacular. I really can’t find anything to fault, besides our bathroom door lock thing, which has magically decided to not work anymore. Back to the point, I’d like to say, with firm assurance, that I am now a consistent person. Yea, I get pissy occasionally — not everyone can have wonderful days all the time — but for the most part, I am good ol’ reliable, fun, big-loud-mouthed me. And that is perhaps the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. Ran into Janelle, Ice Queen, yesterday at Boulder Street. There I am at 9:30am, well outside of seeing-her time boundaries, pooring milk into my coffee, and Ari goes by and says hi … resisting the urge to knock his punk ass down, I gave a gracious hello in reply. Not 5 seconds later, while pouring in my undersized amount of sugar, Janelle comes up. We get to the idle chit chat, with me asking a question and her giving her typical one word, completely non-interactive replies. We come to an impass, and she tells me that she thinks that I’m being “distant.” The plethora of horrible, scourging things that ripped through my mind cannot fit on this page, but I didn’t say anything … just kind of looked at her with a “who the fuck are you to talk about being distant!?” look. Anyhow, not another word was said, and she left. Now, tell me this — how can someone like Janelle, who has *defined* indifference and cold-shouldering over the past 5 months, get the nerve to call what I’m doing (emotional self-preservation) “being distant.” What a fat crock of shit. And that’s where that whole consistency thing comes up … what kind of crackhead pulls this routine? I have also realized that when it comes to women, I am bitchy. No, that’s not accurate … rather, when it comes to women, I am so mind bogglingly cynical, jaded and so destined to not get fucked over that it leaves very, very little room for any sort of interpretation besides what I believe. Now, this doesn’t differ from real life all that much, but it’s enough to piss me off on a regular basis. Why are you all chicks so goddamn fickle, always changing everything you say and do for an inexplicable reasons? Goddamn, use your fucking ovaries and do something more productive than just keeping them warm. Like say, stand up for something and stick to it. And not change how you react to particular people just because it will allow you to win some kind of bullshit, non-existant argument. For fuck’s sake, come on. In other news, a co-worker sent me a wildly inappropriate for the workplace picture last night, and I just about died because it’s so true and so funny. As soon as I get my little picture linky page thing working [which will be today], I’ll link it. And while I’m at it, I think I’ll turn the webcam on when I get into work — being a voyeur and all, this sort of thing excites me. w0o! Update – 12:31p – Okay, so I got my image thingy to work … this here is a hilariously true picture, but it has nudity, alcohol, violence and general crudeness in it. If you are female or sensitive to nakedness, do not click here. Also, slashdot.org has an article about the mini-series-ization of a book series called “Chronicles of Amber” … I mention this, because one of the main characters in the series is a gentleman named Random – and that right there, folks, is where my alias of ‘rand0m’ came from. Take a read and maybe learn something 🙂 Update #2 – 4:22p – Looking at the traffic, I have concluded two things. First off, I am very cute, because tons of people have been watching the webcam, and secondly, someone in Santa Fe really likes the pic linked above 😉

Welp, this news post doesn’t come as a super-duper good one, because there really isn’t that much happening in my oh-so-busy life. Besides being an undesirable #6 pumpkin, that is. From the top, Spring Break! wOo-wee was spring break fun. I did mostly nothing. Kind of sat around a lot. I got drunk mid-week with Emily and the housemates, which turned out to be not such a hot idea, because, well, going to work with a mild hangover sucks. Anyhow, she had some issues that required drinking to get over, so we did. That was fun. Break continued on, and … yea, that was about it. Oh wait, no, I got a scrumptious raise on Friday, along with 35% company ownership — rock!. And then Steve’s sister had a wedding reception, which I attended, and had a lot of fun at. Didn’t do much else on Friday night at all. I don’t think. To be honest, I don’t remember. Saturday started out pretty slow, but it got better around noon … cuz I went over to the local Honda Motorcycle dealer and signed all the paperwork for a CBR600 … hopefully I’ll get to ride my new bike home at the end of the week 😀 :-D. Umm … oh yea, went out with Laura & Michael Espinoza for some Old Chicago, which was cool — especially when Michael and I got our freak on. Then went home and chilled, until the ex rang me up for a quicky, which turned out to be a lot more bed-rockin then a normal quicky … got home pretty late, and slept like a baby 😀 Went to my parents’ place Sunday morning to help move stuff in [from Utah], which was tiring, but it was nice to see my parents. Was invited over to Steve’s place [see above] for Easter Dinner, which rocked, because I ate and ate and ate. That was cool until I left, which is where I, like a dumbass, ran my truck off the road and blew out my left side tires on a fence. :-/ Called up the rents and got home okay, then ate some more dinner (at rents’ place) and then went home. I seriously can’t believe the crap that comes out of some people’s mouths. For instance “if the media doesn’t cover it, it didn’t happen.” What kind of bullshit is that? Also, the whole ‘men should always make the first move’ thing … such shit – what happened to all this equality? Buy my fucking meal for a change, okay? Sheesh, some people. And I apologize to everyone for being an undereducated slob. I admit it, I [again], know absolutely nothing, be it simple math, how to have sex, or even how to stand upright. I am especially obtuse when it comes to women. But Matt Does. So ask him. Or, conversely, if you just want to get laid, because that’s all a sub-10 pumpkin can hope for, ask me. 😉 And, I just spilled rootbeer all over my laptop. Goddamn motherfucking peice of goddamn non-soda resistant shit. Grr. Oh, FirstMatt went out on a date [oOoOooh] with a chicita he met on Match.com. Unfortunately, no tang. Moved a mattress around for another housemate, while simultaneously planning my next wild sexcapade (which I am told will be on Tuesday) on said mattress … I’m sure Shawn won’t mind 😉 Update – 2:20p – Just got a ring from mom, and Marla is coming out from New York to begin a new life as an entertainer … apparently she’s staying at the rents’ house (ugh) for 2 weeks prior … that should be fun for her [muhHAhaha]. Sucker. Headlines Of Note: Nvidia Buys AMD Linus Retires from Kernel Dev Google’s New PigeonRank System Wins Big Blizzard Adds Vicious New ‘Pandaren’ Race to WarCraft III