Monthly Archives: August 2003

Sometimes when I look at myself naked in the bathroom, I wonder how anybody could find me good looking.

And then sometimes, I wonder how anybody could not find me sexy looking.

Unfortunately, today was a mostly negative image, thanks to the afro hat hair that I had.

[Listening to: Secret [Edit] [Edit] – Madonna – GHV2 (04:32)]

Is it the underwear that makes a person sexy…

…or is it the person that makes the underwear sexy?

[Listening to: Save Up All Your Tears – Cher – If I Could Turn Back Time: Greatest Hits [Geffen] (04:04)]

Been trying to catch up on some things on the computer email and such. Also had to do some work that I brought home. Had to play with Excel; unfortunately, I only have a basic understanding of it. It was enough to get the job done, however it reminds me that I should goto City College or to Skyline and take a class or two this semester.

Still can’t believe the day that I had at work. It wasn’t too bad, but this whole week is shot to hell. Amy called me with tickets to the Giants game tomorrow, and I had to decline. I think they were club level tickets too. 🙁 Damn work responsibility. I’m hoping that I can get things done by Friday, but I have a feeling that I will need to come in on Sat to finish things.
Basically he have to rearrange most of the warehouse to accommodate the merchandise coming in so it can all fit. While we are doing this, I won’t be able to
receive stuff. And I already have a backlog of paperwork that I’ve been waiting for the GM department to get online. Added to that, I need to get the fall work schedule put together so they can figure it into the budget. Blah, I say.

Haven’t had time to touch any of the books that I checked out from the library. They were all really good, just haven’t been able to get back into them. I’ll give it another week before I return them.

[Listening to: Daytime Friends – Kenny Rogers – Greatest Country Hits (03:10)]

Somewhere on a beach in Mexico, Tim is drinking a Margarita and is laughing at me.

The warehouse that we moved into is smaller than our old warehouse. And Tim has been freaking out big time about binder, since we have a full load and no room for any more. I have been telling him not to worry because Amber assured me that they were not going to order that many.

So of course today, on top of Peter not working today, Mark calling in an hour before his shift, and Brian (my boss) showing up with a surprise visit, 4 pallets of binders show up.

I think that I am going to go into the bathroom and cry a bit, then dig in and start working on putting stuff away.

This is going to be a very long week

I am now getting spam on my cell phone.

I am NOT happy about this.

I called AT&T earlier.

They said that they couldn’t do anything about it.

Maybe I should forward it to AT&T

And see what they would do about it.

I still don’t know how they got my txt message address.
[Listening to: Prove Your Love – Taylor Dayne – Greatest Hits (03:28)]

I know about the two ends
And I know about the space between.
What I want to know is where the point is.
The point where I get a response from you.
The point where suspicion turns into trust.
The point where this waiting games ends
And the real fun ends or begins.
The point where time
Turns into Timelessness
The point where dreams and fantasies
Turns into goals and realities.
The point where you and I
Turns into us…or you and him
And Her and I.
The point where you are mine forever
Or forever lost to me.

[Listening to: I Used to Love Him – Lauryn Hill – The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill (05:40)]

Actually more like a state of Tygreyes update than just the journal. Mainly I’m kinda disappointed in myself when it comes to the journal. I’m not happy with the entries that I have been posting lately, when I am motivated to post. I’m def. not posting half of the thoughts that I want to get down. Some, I have been censoring on purpose, just because you, the reader, don’t need to be subjected to my musings over Suzanne. And
I don’t know, some of my thoughts that sounded good in my head lost something in the translation onto the screen.

Well regardless of my faults, it is time for me to try and change directions. I def need to take more pictures and have more photo essays. I am in a city, fuck, I am in a metropolis that is teeming with stuff to photograph and write about. So more pictures. If nothing else, I will dig out the Book of Questions and start working on that again. What else? The short story, Iris, that has been in my head for years now, I should at least make an attempt at writing it, regardless if it turns into really bad Anne Rice/Vampire Lestat fan fiction. And I should also work on redesigning the website.

I know, I get all of these grandiose ideas and then I let them putter off. And yes, some of these things that I’ve just stated will never get worked on. But if one of them does get completed, isn’t that an accomplishment?
[Listening to: Inside of Me – Madonna – Bedtime Stories (04:12)]

**sigh** SO MUCH to cover; where to begin…

I guess first off, I hope everybody enjoyed their visit from the pie fairy. It was a def. impulsive thing that got legs of it’s own. It def. put smiles on faces, although I will have to wait awhile and save some money up before I go on Pie Delivery II. Pie starts getting expensive, but I think the smiles I got were def. worth it.

Went up to Sacramento this last weekend to spend some time with Lesa, Kurt, Alyssa, and Lesa’s sister Michelle. Michelle has just got back from a tour in Saudi Arabia. She hasn’t changed a bit, and it was good times this weekend. Activities included sushi, lottery playing, video taping, learning some bastard
French game, almost burning down the house trying to make Flaming Dr. Peppers, and crawling in a tube at Chuckie Cheese where we spent Sunday afternoon with Lesa’s mom, other family members, and her beautiful, wonderful cousin
Barbara. I wish that they had a Dave & Busters in Sac though. I am so much better at the ticket games at D&B than Chuckie Cheese.

So yeah, I want to thank Lesa and Kurt once again for their wonderful hospitality. And I want to apologize to little Alyssa for dropping my cell phone on her head while she was changing her diaper. I hope I didn’t scar her for life.

Tim is off this week; down in Cabo with his fiancée, Renee. So I have no one to help me with
receiving paperwork, which sucks. It’s def. going to be a long week at work. I had to leave early, a.k.a. normal closing time, because I have to come home and deal with the ant problem that I’ve been having. I have been eating in my room, however, only a few items would leave crumbs and the sort. If I had ants in my room, I would assume that they would be on and in my bed. However, they have been appearing on the
opposite wall from my bed, where my closet is at. I finally figured out that they were converging on and in my clothes hamper, although I don’t know why. The only thing I can think off is that some of the ice cream that I had from Cold Stone got on the hamper. Anyway, I sprayed along all of the floor boards and then had to do several small loads of laundry, then finally had to clean the hamper with
Clorox. Hopefully, this time the ants are defeated and won’t come back. Well, the ant spray smell is finally gone, so maybe I can get some sleep. I will have to keep an eye out for the cats; don’t want them getting poisoned or anything.
[Listening to: Muted – Olive – Extra Virgin (03:37)]