I had to pick a few things up early this morning. Here were some ideas that came to me ( Read more... )

If I really was as hot as certain people think I am, I could be a Class-A giggalo, US$100,000 per hour. And man would that certificate look good on the wall. FLORIDA DEPARTMENT OF GIGGALOS hereby santions DAVE BAUER as a Class-A Giggalo. (Gold embossed seal).

Yep, for the first time ever in my life, I voted.

Well, I *did* vote in the 1980 presidental election, but seeing as how I was in the 2nd grade, I went along with the majority of my classmates and voted for Snoopy.

There's a good 152 things spinning, twirling, hell, fucking arobicizing in my grey matter. My mind has taken on the shape of a margaritta pitcher, and my angst and frustration have metamorphicized themselves into a Waring blender permenantly stuck on the "pulverize" setting. The result: one nasty conconction of "what-the-fuck-am-I-doing"-ness ( Read more... )

Well maybe I'll actually keep this thing sort-of up-to-date ( Read more... )

Hi, Cat ( Read more... )

Monday through Wednesday I went to Key West with my lovely lady-friend, Jade. We were going to leave Sunday night but ended up just going out to dinner and staying in Orlando instead ( Read more... )

This afternoon, I ate a Panera Bread, I know, what a surprise. A woman in a long, white wedding dress came in, along with one bridemade and what I assumed to be the mother of the bride. They came in, and had lunch ( Read more... )

I hate being sick. I don't feel that bad, really, I just like to complain about it. Ehh. I should be okay by tomorrow. OK, now on to other more interesting things ( Read more... )

Well, this afternoon, I get a call from an old girlfriend, Katie. She more-or-less tells me what I can buy her for her birthday, and that would be two plane tickets, one from California to Florida, and one from Florida to New York. A little surprised, I said, well, perhaps ( Read more... )