Looking at my to-do list, I am behind on several projects, including a new web site. Poop. Well, there’s nothing much that I can do about that one with out a mouse. I guess I could go into notepad and dish something out, but lets face it. I am a lazy ass and I would rather just do it with Frontpage, even if the code is sloppy. I guess I could do the transfer of journal entries here at work. **yawn** What I really need to do is work on my sleeping patterns. Anyway, a pretty blah day, even though the sun is out. The fight over depression continues…
Amber’s son, Brok, is so funny. He is trying to call Amber and he is writing down the phone number, but for some reason, he has to put the phone down every time he writes a number. Hopefully everything is O.K. with him. He is a pretty smart kid; one time he left the house to go see a movie with his friend and his friends grandfather without telling his sister that he was going. Instead, he wrote a note. He’s like 7 years old. I remember being 7 years old and going off without telling anybody. I would never have thought about writing a note. I mean Brok got in trouble for leaving, but I think that it was pretty smart of him to write a note.
Watching a variety of shows on the television…
How To Marry A Millionaire is on TMC or AMC. One of my all time favorite movies. It’s just wierd sometimes to watch a movie like that. The opening of the movie is actually the orchastra playing the music of the movie. You can’t have that in today’s movies
MTV is doing a special on Pop Music. I’m not as big of a Pop Hater has most people I know. I do have some Ricky Martin in my CD collection…O.K. I also have ONE *NSYNC song. But it’s a remake of Just Got Paid by Johnny Kemp. You just gotta love that song, “Just got paid, friday night, party huntin, feelin right…” But I think that we need pop. I mean music gets so serious about itself and that it has to have a message and that the music has to be “real”. After awhile of that, you just want to have a little fun. So bring in the boy bands and the teenie boppin girls(or bustin out girls as this pop wave seems to be made of) and have some fun.
Just realizing how long MTV has been on the air and looking at the acts that have made it through the 20 years. Whitney Houston, George Michael, Janet Jackson, Madonna, Michael Jackson. Ok, so the guys that I listed might not have made it completely entact with their carriers, but I mean all of them have certainly made their mark.
I want to reinvent myself. **rolling my eyes** I know, “heard that before.” But just looking at some of them stars, it makes me want to go out in a new direction with my life. Anyways, I’m just talkin’; I have no more dreams or goals.
I made a wish that time would stop for me. I should be more careful what I wish for.
Saw an expose on Esctacy. Suzanne thinks that I have have permanently damaged my brain becuase of the few hits of E that I have taken over the years. If anything fucked me up, it was the bad hit of acid that I took. She thinks that the E is the reason that I am moody. If you ask anybody, I was this moody way before I had my first hit of E.
I wish that we got TNN so that I could see WWF Raw is War. The Rock is finally coming back to television and it should be a good show. I’ll have to scour the web and read a report on it. Let’s see. The show is over at 11pm, a report could be on the internet by 9-10pm here on pacific time.
Am going to scan some resume stuff on to my computer to keep it safe. But first I need to clean my side of the room.
I wish that I didn’t get so cold easily. I feel cold and sick now and all I want to do is sit on the toliet and poop untill the cows come home.
I stand in my room naked, feeling my body cool off and steam coming off of my body.
Yeah, I drying up big time. Better start with the lotion before I start getting ashy and lookin like Michael Jackson.
All in all, not a bad experience. The back is feeling better, and I got some good ideas going in my head. Thought about a little self pleasuring, but decided against it. Why ruin a good moment with sticky cum all over you. Besides, I masturbate way too much for my own good.
Body analysis mostly good. My thighs def. look bigger in thee water. If a heat wave hits the city, then I def. going to a nude beach to even out this farmer’s tan that I got going on. The feet could probably use a peticure, but no rush on that. The man-boobs are annoying, as usual. But after seeing Jason yesterday, I’m feeling much better about them. I still need to get rid of them, but for the time being, they can stay.
O.K. let me finish drying before I shock myself and ruin my computer even more.
I have survived work and now I’m home with my aching back.
Darkness = In complete darkness, away from the piercing rays of light, one is freed from the illustions that comes with vision and on can feel safe and comforted under the cloak of darkness.
Steam = the healing powers of hot mist slithers around the body, relaxing the muscles and releasing the tension that is held within. The pores of the body open up and the dirt and grime that covers the body breaks up and disolves, leaving the body fresh and reawakened.
Darkness + Steam = Joe taking a hot shower/bath with the lights out and a towel suffed into the bottom of the door so that it is completely dark.
Another good point is that with the lights off, I won’t be able to see just how dirty the tub is. I’ll have to take pictures of my tub and the tub that Casey and Matt use. Talk about dirty.
If I’m lucky, maybe my room will be cleaned and the fish smell that is all over the house will be gone.
Not one of my better mondays. Got the resume and application done for my job. For some reason, my lower back is killing me. I have had a heat pad on it all day long, but I still just want to go home and soak in the tub. Luckly, it has been a slow day here at the warehouse, so I might leave early.
Well, this weekend was a semi disaster, with me getting shit-faced drunk at Barry and Gabi’s. I don’t even remember most of what happened that night, which means I was FUCKED UP. What else happened; played Dance Dance Revolution at Jason’s. Pretty fun, except that I think that I like Sambo de Amigo for the Dreamcast better. What else, suzanne spent quite a bit of time putting me down in front of my friends (always a good move to win points with the signifigant other’s friends) and I cooked dinner for us and made a cake with chocolate cherry liquoer.
**sigh** Contacted Microsoft and they are going to fix my mouse. Cool. Still don’t have money for speakers. Poop.
Damn, this is a rambling post. I wish it was at least a smooth ramble, but it is so jagged and uncut.
I should get to work on this Staedtler order so I can get out of here? I guess I will leave mark up in the new break room. I hope he isn’t like jacking off or something.
What is the definition of a soulmate? There are only two people I think of that would fit the def. that I have. Obviously they weren’t my soulmate since I am not with them anymore. What happens if you are with someone and your soulmate comes knockin on the door? Tell your soulmate that he/she is too late and maybe next time. Or do you leave the person that you are with and take off with your soulmate. Why can’t you just keep both and have a threesome? Questions, questions…
Every time that I look at what I have written, I feel like I am some kind of pompus ass, boasting about what I have done. It’s not like it isn’t true or anything. I just wish that I could have someone else write it for me and for them to judge me.
God kill me now…
That’s what I thought, you sick tiswted fucker.
I’m just here for your entertainment.
I hate my life.
I hate my computer.
I hate my job.
I hate my co-workers.
I hate my friends.
I hate my roommates.
I hate my car.
I hate my body.
I hate my mind.
I hate my spirit.
I hate my banana.
I hate my desk.
I hate my clothes.
I hate my cell phone.
I hate the things I smell.
I hate the things that I hear.
I hate the things that I see.
I hate the things that I touch.
I hate the things that I taste.
I hate my life.
I was going to go on a fat rant, since that seems the topic of choice this week. But why? I know that I am overweight. I know that my roommates think that I’m a wuss cause I don’t go to the gym every night like they do. But for the moment, I really don’t care. I mean I’m in the shower and I’m not happy about the Buddha Belly that I have. But I’m not particularly obsessive about it or anything. I guess that I’m just comfortable with it right now.