My keyboard keeps crapping out. It might be all the food I keep dropping on it. Or how hard my head slammed into it when I fell asleep that last time. Either that or my keyboard finally decided it wants me to work today as much I as I do! That doesn't even make any sense! Eh, go fuck yourself ( Read more... )

Here at work we have an internal employee newsletter that features a spotlight so you can better get to know your coworkers. This month's victim, yours truly. You know what I do for a living, uh, I'm pretty much doing it now. Needless to say, my life is pretty uninteresting. So why not spice things up a little bit, right? Give everyone a ( Read more... )

Let me set the scene for you. It's 2:45 in the afternoon and I'm coming home from work. Er, it's 5:45 in the evening and I'm coming home from work. Yeah, that sounds responsible. I walk into the kitchen and shed a tear for all the empty beers on the floor. Poor guys. They used to be all full of life and deliciousness, now they're just empty ( Read more... )

For those who were wondering I am still alive, relatively healthy (knock on wood), and having a grand old time. When I get back I'll regale you with stories of non-English speaking French girls, transsexual Thai prostitutes, and of course, Jenga. True story.

No, I did NOT have sex with any of the prostitutes...that I remember.

Quoth my dad, to the man who collects money for our Thursday night pickup hockey league: "Sorry, I forgot my check so I am still in arrears for this session. Let me consult with one of the Republicans here so they can tell me how to live happily with my debt."

Ah, good times.

It turns out that giving blood in the morning, playing softball in the evening, and hockey at night can leave you feeling tired and drained to the point where it's not really safe for you to be operating a motor vehicle. Now I'm not saying I wouldn't do it again if I managed to sign up for a blood drive months before my softball and hockey ( Read more... )

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Ooo yeah, that would have been sweet. Why do I always think of these things when it's too late to say them? Ask Rob, he'll explain the reference.

Anyway, is that anything like how you borrowed my movies so long ago I don't even remember which ones they are? Did you even watch them? Fucking hypocrite.

Viva Espana!

On the bright side, the A/C's back on, the window frames have been glued back together and I should be heading to the store to pick out my new washer/dryer tomorrow. Woo.

We've started a monthly poker game here at work. We've played four times so far. In those four games I've finished first, second, third, and first. Go for the jugular!