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The Party Spread
Other than that, I really don’t have anything. Cheers!
The Party Spread
Other than that, I really don’t have anything. Cheers!
Ok, so I was off from HPI yesterday in observance of MLKJr day, so I got up at like 10am and went and bought a laundry basket. From Wal-Mart. This was a mistake, as Wal-Mart brand anything is of horribly low quality. This laundry basket does not have even 1/2 the strength of my existing laundry basket. But it was 4.53, and the dollar rules all, so I bought it anyway. It works okay. I need two baskets because of the unbelievable volume of dirty clothing I have amassed in 14 days. I bought the laundry basket so I could go to the Laund-Ro-Mat and do all my Laun-Dry. Well, I got there at like 12:59. Unloaded all my clothes, got everything ready to go, looked at my watch, 1:10pm. Start up the laundry (4 washers!), sit down, read my book. 5 minutes goes by and all of a sudden, 8 people show up to do their laundry. So they’re doing their thing, and then WHAMO 4 bums walk in to do their laundry. Dallas was among them. Remember Dallas? Wanted Mike’s g/f, Annie? Yea. So I’m sitting there, doing my laundry, trying to save my nose from their odiferousness. Eventually my 4 loads finished, and the people at the Laund-Ro-Mat were like wolverines on a fallen antelope carcass, if they have those down under, fighting scratching cursing to get to the washer. I then proceeded to take up 4 dryers. You may not know this, but at the average Laund-Ro-Mat there are approximately 2 washers to every dryer. In this case, 18 washers, 9 dryers. So the fact that I took up 4 washers was not a huge deal, despite the volume of people. However, I smiled in glee as I single-handedly took up nearly 50% of the dryers. You should have seen their faces as I loaded my stuff. Hahaha. Among one of them was this tall thing girl who had been rather good company so far. Everyone else was either a bum, who stayed away from me as I am a formidable twenty something yuppy who doesn’t like homelessness, or they were people who were unwilling to chat to pass the time. So I put in all my dryer stuff, and when I was done, I happily gave up my dryers to the nice young good-company girl. People were staring, mouths agape at this breach of first-come-first-servce. I, however, did not care. I hung around a bit, talked to the girl and at approximately 2:32, left. Notice that it is one hour and twenty two minutes this time, including chatting time. This is because I have refined my laundry-loading-unloading-drying skills and schedule. Jack is gone from HPI. This makes me sad, as the workload is heavier. Despite that, I feel a little better because (with regard to the network)I can basically do whatever I want, when I want. Despite *that*, it sucks to not have someone to bounce things off of. James has moved in. He’s a good roommate because he is clean. He likes to talk about his penis a lot, and tends to point at it very often and then quip “were you looking at my crotch!?” He also enjoys playing computer games, which is OK in my book. Did I mention that he’s clean? He has bad parts, though. One being his penis-loving, the other being his incessant nipple-grapping. I think that the second one is taken care of though, as I told him he’d “get a five-knuckle sandwhich if he did it again”. I no longer fear nipple-pain when near him. It is nice having a roommate who is normal. You hear that girls? All the ladies in the world? We no longer have a nutcase in the house. Sure we have a guy who may leer, a guy who may drool and a guy who may run away and hide, BUT IT IS SAFE NOW. GIRLS, PLEASE COME OVER. AGAIN, WE ARE NOT SCARY, NO TONY, IT IS NOW SAFE, COME OVER. I have nothing else to add, except this cool flash came from Craig – I got a 323.4, give it a whirl: [L=http://1337-face.dk/pingvin.htm]http://1337-face.dk/pingvin.htm[/L]
Ok, so 1:47am on a Thursday. WTF am I doing awake, you might be asking … hmm … actually, probably not. Regardless, I went and had a beer, then put my hax on James’ computer, and it didn’t work. POS Wal-Mart USB wireless adapter. So my brother came here and posted. That’s neat and super and all, but man, maybe I just don’t like family and whatnot, but family / personal issues should not be aired in public (unless it’s your personal website and you’re ranting about one particular thing). With that being said, Matt, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Thnx. Okay, so there’s this theoretical situation. Say you sorta-hookup with a medium level friend, but then fear the inevitable “cling-on” effect, where they attempt to attach their lives to yours by adding too much … erm … feeling to the whole situation? WTF is a guy supposed to do!? Fucking hormones, always fucking everything up. I am glad that I do not have a strong case of the “Can’tkeepitinmypants” syndrome. I have also decided, thanks in part to Laura, to never have a solid, long term belief, as it will not only be challenged, but assaulted over and over. Honestly, it’s a lot easier to just be “open minded” and go with whatever is popular at the time, be it women’s rights, liberal social policy or what have you. WTFOMGBBQ, why is Randal spouting such heinous ideas you are obviously not asking. Well, I’ll tell you anyways: it’s because I don’t have the patience to debate that shit anymore. I might as well give in and go with the flow instead of building up animosity / aggression / irritation. Sure, it’s at the expense of personal opinion and such, but it sure makes political/religious/philosophical discussions easier. Day job is good. Jack is out on contract for several months, leaving me to handle the entire shebang on my own. I might ask for a raise. Dunno. The store is doing better after the Christmas break slump, but it’s not banking. We will probably need to do a good financial evaluation to see if this thing is ever going to work, or if we’re wasting our time. It’s nice owning a business; it’s would not be nice to own a drowning business. I think I saw Anna Pruitt at Pikes Perk. Of course she didn’t give me the time of today (what else would I expect? acknowledgement? HA!). It was definitely her, if she put on 30lbs since the last time I saw her. Jordan or somebody else, feel free to chime in. I did not spend time with Janelle while she was here. Shit. I actually wanted to, but it didn’t happen. She came over to the store and hung out with Tore, but I didn’t really talk to her. See previous posts RE: east-coast/european snobbery yada yada. I should have really made the effort. FUck me. With that, all I have to ask is … what if the hokey pokey really *is* what it’s all about?
Okay, so this is the Inaugral post of 2004, so it’s going to be a doozy. Ha! Had you thinking that it would be worthwhile there for a second, didn’t I? Ahh, yes, now proceed onto the comments like a good reader. So … I totally missed XMas in the last post. I got a lot of clothes from my sister, and some really nice pillows from the folks, as well as some more hand-made socks from my Oma. mmm, socks. I also got some of the candy orange slice thingies that I like so much. Yay for traditions! So, New Years Eve. We had a [L=http://cos.everlan.com]lockin at the store[/L] which was superfull, and a ton of fun. We had a BringYerOwnComputer this time, which went really well. After that I sped like hell over to James’ place, where I walked in just in time for the countdown. Grabbed some champaigne, counted down, drank it, and then proceeded onto a Long-island Iced Tea and got LIT (get it? LOL) … then the best goddamn martini ever – sour apple. It was scrumptious. I fell in love with Kelly, which I’ll get to in a second, got drunk, then slept it off until 4am, when I went back to the store and worked till about 9:30. Then blessed sleep. Kelly. I met her at James’ NYE party, and she is apparently a friend of Emily’s. This is an issue, as Emily loathes me. (defaming statements about her here) She also necked with James, which he was very proud to point out, despite his total devotion to Emily. Which is an Issue. James is MovingIn RealSoonNow, and with him, he is bringing his passion for Emily, and with that, Emily herself. I do not know how that will go. All I know is that my chances with this Kelly are doomed, as Emily will undoubtedly put in a less-than-positive word for me. She didn’t even say “Hi” at the party. Sheesh, some people. However, Kelly did say Hi, and that was nice. As she is smart and hot. Oh, James is moving in. Cya Tony. Cheap Bastard. Keen is keeping this fucking reduckalous picture journal of his life at [L=http://keener2u.textamerica.com]keener2u.textamerica.com[/L]. It’s hawt. I am thinking I’ll get a camera phone and do the same, as it is freakin awesome. I went to the Laund-Ro-Mat today to do some laundry, as our washer is still broken. Did I mention that earlier? (I can’t find it in the archives – it’s a good story, involving me giving a girl a ride home at 3am). But yes, it is broken. So yes, the laundromat. The laundromat is a very interesting place, especially at night. This was during the day though, and it took exactly one hour and 24 minutes to wash and dry three large loads of laundry for less than $5. This is the way to do laundry. I also read a lot in my book, which was good. I had lunch with SuperSammi on Friday, and it was everything I thought it would be. She is so mind-alteringly amazing. The food at the Ritz was good, as was my martini (sour apple, of course!), but the conversation was stunning. She’s really great. *hugs to sammi* [b]Update[/b] – I totally forgot to mention that Keen left for a while, but came back, then left again. In the meantime, I got to drive his car, which is nice. I think I’ll buy a car sometime. Whilst shuttling Keen to and from DIA, I met up with Craig and his g/f Rachael, had some Chipotle (best burritos, evar!). On the second trip, we all went to Old C’s and had a good time. Additionally, I watched James’ ferret over the holidays, and oddly, the ferret is not so bad. w0ot for friends!