Went out with Becky, Matt and Julie tonight to Mataam Fez. We had a really great time, and our waiter, Jay (same waiter we had last time) got a HEFTY tip. Especially cuz he sold me a bottle of plum wine, which I drank almost single handedly. 😀 😉 The Lamb Brouchette was better than last time, and I think everybody had a really great time. The Becky-Randal thing did not go to well. Very little positive response for most of the night. She had a stomach ache, which could have understandably detracted, but comeon, nothing? Seriously doubting a date #2. Matt and Julie, however, seemed to really hit it off — Julie’s a really great girl, and the kind of gal that you can take anywhere and have a good time with. Work is just about over. We submitted our two drafts of our proposal to HQ for final review before the real thing, and they took it over! Which means that everybody at the Colorado Springs location is out of a job. So … now that that is dead, Corey and I are hardcore pursuing our [L=http://www.ufogaming.com]cybercafe idea[/L]. That should turn out well. Oh, I had lunch with Sammi yesterday. That was simply incredible. Sammi is perhaps the best girl alive. Period. She is always interested in whatever nonsense I have to spew, and it smart and witty and fun and has a great smile. So nice. Too bad she lives in Grinnell and has constant boy problems 😉 So that’s my update. The WAR OF IRAQI FREEDOM AND OIL AND STUFF continues unabated. Some of the footage on TV is pretty cool to watch, but you know, sometimes you just need to get away from the media saturation that is always in yer face. $.02
Monthly Archives: March 2003
Hell, I don’t even know what I’m writing anymore. So I’m going to ramble. Yea, Becky is this great girl, and man, I really like her. I don’t think she likes me that much, though. We have a date … going to Mataam Fez (Thanks James!) on Tuesday night … supposed to double date with Keen, but … I don’t know if he’ll have a woman. IM him at keener2u or talk to me if you have a suitable hookup who’d like some free moroccan and a good time. It’s spring break! I have no truck! It’s in the shop! Because parts couldn’t get from Denver to here! Because of the snow storm! So I have no car! For spring break! Yea! I think I’m going to buy a Jeep Cherokee! Yea! I’m so self conscious right now. I feel like a loser. An almost middle aged, balding, fat, gap-toothed freak of nature. And boy, does that make me feel like shit! Janelle is in town for break. She called. I think I was sort of gruff. I’m not sure. But boy, do I feel terrible after having talked to her. I’m such a fucking loser. No, you don’t understand; let me explain. I am over her, no problem. She’s 18, has her own thing, I have mine, yada yada. No, it’s not her I miss. It’s the nice, loverly feeling that you get to enjoy when you’re in a comfortable, long term relationship. Boy do I miss that. Talking to her doesn’t really resurrect feelings for her in particular, just for a relationship in general. Sort of abstracted from Janelle specifically to Girl, more general, you know? Tore is coming in to town. And Sammi is already here. I need to see both of them sometime this week. I have no time! I work! And I drink! WTF am I going to do!? Gaah! And boy, Sammi sure is great. She’s so nice. And smart. She just makes me feel all warm inside. It’s crazy how she does it. Anyway, yes, I have to see them sometime. And that is all I have to ramble about, so good night 😀
[L=http://rand0m.org/temp/kvi_aircheck_031003.mp3]One reason for war.(mp3)[/L] Please pardon the terrible headline 😉 … Just news that Saddam has 48 hours to remove himself from power before the USA, with little international support, goes and forcibly removes him … and I poked around, and found a very good audio clip supporting the war. Can you answer his question? We threw a party. It was big. and it was good. and everyone got shit faced and had a wonderful time. Some people who would have made it a super-duper party didn’t show, which was sad, but we did all have a good time. Yeah 🙂
My truck is fatale. It’s supposed to have ~150psi in each cylinder, and mine has 125/135/15/0 psi in cylinders 1/2/3/4, respectively. That essentially means my truck is dead. Guess I’ll start shopping around for another vehicle soon. *sigh* Anybody have any recommendations on what to do with a dead truck? It has a bunch of good parts, but does not run. *watches money flush down the drain* [b]Update[/b] – Anybody know of a place to pick up a semi-manly vehicle on the cheap? I’m lookin 😉 [b]Update[/b] – It’s Ash Wednesday. Which means that yesterday was Mardi Gras. I missed it. I didn’t even get trashed. *hrmph*
Truck, Phone, Misc.
My truck is dead. Called up the place this morning, and although they haven’t checked all four yet, cylinder #1 has low compression. You know what that means? That means $. Lots of $. So, probably going to cancel the insurance tomorrow morning and start shopping for a new(er) vehicle. Motorcycle is not out of the question, but it *is* impractical. Anybody know where I can pick up a Jeep for cheap? Also, cell phone is on the fritz while T-Mobile gets itself organized. It’ll be the same number — for at least one year: under contract! Tore is going to the Denver Lindy Exchange (DLX) this weekend, so he’ll be in town. Alone. Although I’d like to harp on this “alone” factor, I will not. I’ll leave it to him to sob like a little baby for being, as like every other male with a hangup on a particular girl, a little moth, attracted to the oh-so-light-and-pretty flame that will eventually melt his eyes out and tear his palpitating heart from his chest and run it through a meat grinder, resulting in him turning into a broken wreck, a mere husk of what he was. Or not. Up to him. [b]Update[/b] – You know, it’s kind of sad, but I almost miss Burnz. He’s the hugest asshole I know, and he is filled with such hate and spite that his commentary is inevitably hilarious. I feel sorry for those people who spend any amount of time with him. Almost miss him. Not quite. Also, do not go outside without a hat and gloves. Coat optional. It’s freaking cold.