Okay, so I had to take a class for my traffic mix-ups from a while back, so I drove down to Pueblo on saturday morning [after a good drunk] and met up with 5 other people at the State Patrol office down there. The class was actually okay, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time. Met some Monument high school seniors who thought that I, Mr. 19 year old college man, was the cat’s pajamas. Also met a guy named Paul from Santa Fe who had some hella-fine pot with him. He’s going to St. John’s in the fall [w0o] and … anyway, ended up over at his place, took a couple slugs of vodka, chilled, then came back home. Oh, got my bike, found out that the front sprocket is fucked. Just might buy a new one. And on to Sunday. Didn’t really do a whole lot today, besides wake up early and start doing laundry. And then went upstairs to get some water, and I had to wash a fucking glass to get it. I was so pissed that I decided to clean. The whole house. So I spent 6 hours and cleaned the whole place up, which is good. Must have a little chit-chat with the housemates about some pressing issues, though — actually lookin forward to hashing some stuff out. Okay, so I go to 7-11 tonight, and there’s this person who works there, who’s name is Corey. Now, Corey seems to always be working at 7-11, be it a thursday night when I’m piss drunk, or a Sunday night when I’m getting some coke. Corey is always there. Only problem, is that I can’t tell if Corey is a male or a female. I tested this out tonight, by buying the May issue of Maxim [great bathroom reading material] and exclaiming, upon purchasing it, that “holy shit, 36 extra pages of hot women! wOOOoo!” and then closely watching the reaction of Corey. Nothing. Just a blink. So that made me think either that A) Corey is a guy and has read this issue, or B) Corey is a chick. HouseMatt is saying that Corey is a male, and Joanna [enchilida making friend of ben’s] concurs. I was thinking a guy as well, but then the whole Maxim thing … I’ll test it out for sure by going in and buying a pack of jimmies and and then, when Corey says “have a nice night” when I’m leaving, I’ll turn back and while holding up my purchase, I will say quite loudly: “That’s the plan!” The reaction, be it a smile/laugh or a bitterface, will affirm Corey’s sex. I think I’ll get a camera and post some pics of Corey and see what you people think. Funny thing on the way back from 7-11, while talking to HouseMatt and Joanna … I don’t like “chicks” [barring their firm, warm bodies], but I really like women. Because women aren’t fucking crazy. Thanks Joanna for affirming my beliefs! Funny quote of the day, regarding not being able to get any from the uber-christians *cough*Joanna*cough* here in CoSprings: “I should hang out in front of an abortion clinic. Hey, at least you know they’re loose.” LOL Update – 11:57p – Got this link from Zpacekowby — Do You Drink Too Much? I got a 91%/86%, and the following awesome quote: “It is likely that your current drinking patterns are harmful or hazardous to your health and well being.“
Monthly Archives: April 2002
goddamn
yup, feeling like shit right about now. It has hit me that hey, guess what! Most chicks *do* fit the stereotype of taking joy in being treated like shit. woowee. Okay, in other news, I realized that I need to get some community service done by March 8th. 24 Hours of it, to be exact. So, if you have some hella non-back-breaking community service suggestions, I’m all ears. I’m even more ears if you can think of a way to get 24 hours of community service signed off on without actually doing it. Thanks! Went to Little Bangkok tonight with housematt for dinner. It was decent. A little better than mediocre, but not quite “good.” Decent fits almost exactly. Anyway, I thoroughly recommend going to the Lonestar Steakhouse on 8th street, because it’s hella good. A little pricey for their only-“good” steak, but their ribs are to die for. So that’s my eatery advice for the day ๐
Day #2 – The Recovery
So today has been a total recovery day. I’ve kinda sat around and not done a whole lot. I feel a lot better than I did yesterday, which isn’t too surprising. In fact, I haven’t even used that much vicodin. I have to say that the penicillin pills taste like shit, though. Not appetizing at all. I did a shitload of homework today, though. I did a huge (14+ page) stock portfolio project, a 3 page career evalution essay, and a resume project thing-a-ding. All in all, it was 20+ pages of homework-luvin, and I didn’t enjoy one minute of it. I have, right now, a 63% in the class (of the total possible points) and there’s another 175 possible in these 3 papers, so I’m pretty sure I’ll get at least a B. rock. Okay, so our cable has been out for a good 4 days now, and I’m getting pissed. Went sent in the goddamn check on Thursday, and it still hasn’t arrived to the “City of Industry” in California. Goddamn U.S. POStal service. Anyway, Bruce, an adelphia phone jockey, tells me that the service should be back up shortly. I didn’t know this, but Adelphia has a call center at Platte and Union, right across from the Burger King — Bruce told me this, and when I heard it, I just about jumped out of my skin. Some dude, somewhere in America is telling me there’s a Burger King right near there office, all familiar-with-the-area like!? Whoa. Luckily, yes, he lives here in the springs. Righty-o, moving on. On another note, I’ve heard that some of you bitches have been giving Burnz a hard time because I’ve been a little pissy as of late. Well, know this — our eyes-locked, teeth clenched stalemate is over, simply because I’m too damn tired to keep ignoring him. Yes, I gave in. No, I don’t hate him. Yes, I am bitter about somethings, but you know what? I don’t need anyone else to fight my battles for me. It’s the thought that counts, and yea, thanks for sticking up for me, but come on — when it comes to pissing matches, I can hold my own. Was talking to Shawn and FirstMatt about somethings tonight, and it boiled down to this: “I’m a chauvenistic motherfucker when it comes to chicks.” And you know, that C word has such a terrible stigma attached to it … man oh man, what am I getting myself into? What happened to straight edge, always staggeringly nice me? Should I get him back, or is seasoned, bitter, veteran me better? Tough call. Update – 12:36a – Our cable is back on – w0o! Mad props to Bruce at Adelphia. Update #2 – 12:58a – Wendy’s fries and a frosty = super-awesome. Update #3 – 2:49p – I put some finishing touches on a website I’ve been kinda-sorta working on, and while I was at it, I put in some nifty javascript to help you not-forget to fill in some of the comment form fields. Also, I fixed up an error page that appears sporadically with some helpful info if something breaks. Update #4 – 6:21p – Yay, aren’t I a total dork. Image on the left there is a smaller version of the webcam pic, modified to show whether or not the cam is on. Nifty, eh? Right, will go back to being a quiet geek.
Yea, Fuck you too
You know, I’ve used that title a lot. And it really applies to so much. Swingers it the best movie ever. If you don’t agree, please go rot and die. I have a lot of story from sunday to post, but I’m too trashed to type them all up. So fuck you. Oh, and FUCK YOU TOO. UPdatE!OKAY! SO I CANNNOT SEppl TENAicoUS D OKAY!? FO FUCK YOU! AND YOU TOO! YEA< YOU'THINK yOU"RE SO HOT. YEA RIGHT MOFO! Update – 2:23a – FYI, earth day is my bitch, and also FYI, Tore is the bomb to talk to when trashed. WHere are you when I need you tore!? Update – 2:27a – burz is here, and he likes the officespcae guy more than jennifer aniston. hence, he is gay. LOL u{DATE!Sandwichares are the life of drunkards. No goddamnn sense here. so FUCK YOU!@ WO!O wait. this iwlll go tomorrow. wait, this is now. fuck me. OH MY! HOLLY SHIT A irweless liNK!? FUCK ME WITH AN IFRADNMRED MONSTER ON HMY! Update – 1:25p – Okay, so after my wild drunkeness last night, I went to the dentist to get sawed on. First off, it was a huge mistake to get fucked up last night. Going to the dentist with a mild hangover, while having to spend time with my mom, man … that was hell. Anyway, the whole shebang, front to back, took 2 hours. I got Nitrous Oxide, too! wOowee, it was a good time. Had a tough time keeping my eyes open, but there was this hella fine aid lady helping out the doc. She was all interested, asking questions and such. And then, when my gums are laid open and I look like a racked chunk of beef, I tell everyone to stop, and say, pretty loudly [to me] “ONE BLOODY MOFO.” I thought I was so funny. LOL. It’s still funny. Anyhow, they both cracked up, and then, for the rest of the time, I laid there, thinking “damn, I’m funny. One bloody mofo. Hahaha” So that was that. And now, I’m here on the couch, hurting, but the vicodin is helping … and I hate guaze. Sutures? no problem. Blood? No problem. Pain? No problem. Roll of toilet paper jammed into my mouth? Sucks. On another note, the thread previous to this one is up to 20 comments, and the last few are pretty good. As much as I moan about peoples’ extreme (again, to me) ideology, they have some good points. Although I don’t recall getting criticized for dropping out of school for a year … right now, that kind talk would likely get yer ass whooped. heh. God, Office Space & Swingers = good times. Funny pic of the day: Yahoo News Update – 9:33p – Pageview number 30,000 came in this morning from Laura at CU at 6:04am … props to the health of rand0m.org — thanks for visiting ๐
‘nother wednesday
Went into the dentist today, blah blah blah, tooth root tip-fixing-surgery scheduled for monday, 10am. Probably will fuck me up for at least that day. I’ve been missing a fair amount of classes due to this tooth & because of work. That sucks. I don’t care much. [sigh]. It’s sad, but Cs are good enough. Putting forth anymore effort has little glimpse of reward. I’m just so blah recently. I don’t care about much. I mean, almost nothing … just kind of going day to day, making sure that I’m alive for the next. I’m really, really glad that summer is coming up … I don’t know if I should take a class or not; I mean, it would keep me sharp and it would help, but jesus, a class during summer? Kind of kills the point. Oh yea, tim moved to texas. Found that out a while ago. Quite a loss :-/ … oh, saw craig at blockbuster the other day. I’m sure he still wants to feed my nuts to angry, rabid ferrets, but at least it seems like he’s doing okay. yea, don’t have much to say to anyone about anything. Update – 4/18/02 1:05p – I added a thin in the “See & Do” section of the sidebar to check whether or not the webcam is on … the “On” is a link to a pop-up window that shows the pic. woo.
Bitch Took the Ice Cube Trays!
Okay, so I go outside tonight, for the first time in … oh … 4 days [?], to go pick up some pizza with FirstMatt and Christine [Netheus], and on the way there, we see a staggering sight: in the back of my truck, there are beer cans, an empty plastic vodka bottle, a small canadian mist bottle and a [!!!] smashed corona bottle [/!!!] Can you believe that!? Some punkass bitches, while staggering around drunkenly, deposited a case of empty Busch Light and other miscellaneous liquors into the bed of my truck. Of all beers, Busch Light. What kind of panzy, dickless motherfucker drinks Busch Light!? And then puts it in my truck!? What assholes. Oh, and get this. The dicks put a coat in FirstMatt’s car. He has a convertible VW, on par with my truck [how’s that for valuation?], and it’s top was down, and some motherfucker put a coat in his car. And then, he put it outside of his car, and somebody put it on our fence. How’s that for spooky? On another note, I have less tooth pain. I don’t know why, but it hurts less. My lip is still a little swollen and numb/tingly, but I think I’ll pull through. Didn’t take any vicodin today, so that’s a telltale sign that I’m not dying. Oh, milkshakes / smoothies are the best. Man oh man, grind up some ice, throw in some fruit yogurt & pineapple and add some ice cream, and woohoo, good times await. I have a paragraph running through my head regarding past Good Times, but I’ve determined that it’s better to dwell on all the great things I have going for me now than to get all reflective and get depressed about days gone by. So that’s that. I hope all you peepz out there in the real world have a good day. Update – 12:21p – Going in to work today at 1, and I have two gripes. First off, FirstMatt left for California this morning. He’ll be gone until Saturday. I’m sad. :-/ And another thing. I’m going to walk to work, and it’s 73 fucking degrees outside. It’s April, it’s not supposed to be that hot yet. Much too hot. Just might drive.
Feeling like a baby
So last night, I’m laying there on the couch after a whole day of doing absolutely nothing, and it hits me that part of my lip is numb. Well, that’s not good news. So I go to sleep [end up not getting any], and calling the dentist this morning. Well, the dentist wasn’t there, because it’s Friday. That’s understandable … must be pretty nice being a doctor, eh? Anyhow, gave Lucy, the head runs-the-show lady the story about feeling like I got hit by a semi, the unending pain, and the numbness, and she told me she’d talk to the doctor. Got a phonecall right around 11am, and the story is this … first off, I overdosed on Ibuprofen. This accounts for the feeling absolutely terrible on thursday. As for the pain & numbness, she said that it is more than likely an abscessed tooth. The doctor did a phone prescription of some antibiotics and some vicodin [!] for the pain. I am really surprised at how cheap drugs are … I was expecting like $50 for 20 pills, but it was $16.58 for a bottle of vicodin and 40 antibiotics. Anyhow, I did some reading up on what an abscessed tooth is, and found that this website clarifies it the best. Have a read, and then laugh at the wild amount of agony that I am enduring. oof. :-/
shitty day++
Okay, so I’m sitting here at 2:26pm, and it hits me that I have not said one word today. I have not uttered a single sound. And that is usually because I’m just having a crappy day. I didn’t sleep last night. I up from ineffectually laying there and downed more pills than I could count, and passed out this morning around 7:30am. A few hours later, I wake up [oh, noonish?], feeling like I had been crammed into a trashcan, rolled down the street and thrown into a compactor by some big, brutishly-unkind man. My day has not progressed much since. Called in to work and said I’m not coming in … took a shower, got dressed, and am pro-actively doing nothing about the speech I am supposed to give in ~ 3 hours. Have you ever just felt like hell? It sucks. I find the word “cupboard” distinctly disturbing. It is pronounced “cubbard,” and when seen as text, makes one think of a 2″x4″ with a cup on one end. Although a cup board is really what it is, I find this word woefully inadequate for the tasks associated with a cup-bearing device. Hence, the cupboard will now be referred to as the “cupland,” insinuating that the object at hand is actually a complicated, socio-economically driven environment dedicated solely to the ideal of cup management. Thank you.
I’m glad I’m me
Sometimes I am just so happy that I am me. For instance, I go home for lunch today, and there, right across the street, are 30+ lithe, scantily-clad, glowing tennis players, actively jumping up and down, stretching, and bending over while playing tennis. Man oh man, it’s a shame that I have other responsibilities that so carelessly drag me away from watching the near-orgasm-inducing ladies do their thing. In other news, FirstMatt bought a dresser. It’s nice, and not even all that heavy … got it from Furniture Family or some such place … I’d say one of the best parts of picking it up with him [cuz I have a truck] is the whole cruising around on a bright, sunny Tuesday afternoon. Sometimes I loathe the fact that I can’t just go outside and enjoy downtown like I could when I ditched class in highschool. Damn this whole growing up thing … it’s definitely for the birds. Update – 4:54p – I’ll tell you, the tall tennis players are the best, because they have these short skirts and long legs, and then they serve, and … yummm … Anyhow, not much tops sitting in the hammock, drinking a margarita while watching young ladies do their thing. If any of you guys ever get the opportunity, I heartily endorse this. [/testosterone]
And another week
So yes, my weekend in review. Umm … drank 15 shots of Red Rum last night and was completely bombed. Got into a pissing match with Burnz about … don’t really know 100%. All I know is that I’m wildly offended for some reason or another. And then had lunch with Emily & Melissa today @ Old Chicago. That was fun … then did coffee with Emily & FirstMatt and came home. And then the rest of the day has been me doing absolutely nothing. I have some sort of homework or something due to for school, but I don’t know what … hrmm. I have something else to say … umm… oh, right, SpaceGhost rocks. I’ll remember what I was going to say in a bit. Oh, another thing, Tony might be moving into the LindyCommune here … and Shawn might be moving out at the end of June to go to school in Denver. Yea, not remembering the original point of this conversation. I’ll update when I remember. Update – 10:32a – Off to my dentist appointment for my hurtin tooth. Hopefully it won’t cost an arm and a leg, and I’ll leave with all my teeth still in my mouth ๐ Update #2 – 12:37p – Came back from Dr. Lawrence’s office, my wallet a lot lighter and with all my teeth intact and cleaned. The gist – I have beautifully maintained teeth, and there is absolutely nothing wrong. Oh, the whole sore/pain thing? Probably bumped my face on something and my “teeth are bruised” … I didn’t know that clumps of calcium, phosphorous and other mineral salts could be bruised, but hey, I’m not a dentist. He said to call back if they still hurt in 30 days … until then, I’m investing in ibuprofen.