I had a most enjoyable evening... on my kitchen floor. He listened to me while I ranted about my frustrations. He held me when I cried. We explained ourselves, our actions. We hightened our state of mind. He makes me very happy ( Read more... )

Ok, back to normal... kind of. I realize that I now have a few friends reading this that are going to worry about me after reading my last couple of posts. To you: don't. I am fine. I was having a pity party for myself on the 14th and Drunken Idiot #2 is apparently still in the slammer until they track down Drunken Idiot #1. Marco is doing well, he ( Read more... )

I've just returned from the land of the virii. Fucking Chenobyl virus chewed up and spit out most of my programs. Now I am slowly recovering that which has been lost. But, heh, I got a chance to brush up on DOS. Much more later...

My computer caught the CIH virus so I have no idea when I'll be able to upload this. But I'm sitting in the waiting room at Cabrini Medical Center and I have some time to kill ( Read more... )

Last night was all about margaritas and Kaiju Big Battel. I've become attuned to this strange fascination of my co-workers. Dr. Cube is the mack daddy. Thank you Leo ( Read more... )

Sparks is my new favorite drink. It is citrus-y and gives you a guarana buzz to balance out the drunkenness. Alcohol and energy in one drink is yummy, like the certain Spanish dreadheaded piercer who I can still taste on my lips.

Oh, and the interview went well too. More later...

Today en route to my interview I remembered why I dress the way I do.
While dolled up in interview clothes:

• ...it's hard to walk in heels
• ...I feel like an idiot in a costume
• ...I'm naked without combat boots
• ...if confronted with the need to flee, I'll have a hard time running
• ...and therefore I'm more succeptable to muggings (also moreso ( Read more... )

I tried to go to sleep early tonight but I am on edge. Starbucks espresso double shot (now available in cans at your favorite bodega) + code red + metabocrack = heart palipatations and psychotic episodes. No sleep for me tonight. The chemicals are performing kung fu in my bloodstream ( Read more... )

Late for work. Spent more time in the bank than necessary. More tellers than customers yet every window was closed. Except one. Ready to snap. Fuck you... I always grumble to myself. "I can't believe I pay you people to do my banking," I wanted to scream through the thick glass window separating my anger from their oblivion. But I was silent. I am ( Read more... )

The weekends that I actually have off fly by way too fast. Friday fades to Saturday fades to Sunday and before I know it I'm calling in for my schedule and mentally preparing myself for another day of hell. Jaegermeister and tequila, Floridians, Le Scandal, porn stores, random chatter, indie bands and jukebox Misfits at Siberia, drugs, Mulholland ( Read more... )