Life In the OC (That’s Oneida County)

Man… something up with me. I’m not with it. I was watching Survivor last night. One of the tribes (I don’t care to remember names this year) won coffee and stuff from home. Scout, the aging hipster with the bad knee got a picture, showed it to the camera and said, this is my partner. Immediately, my head thought, “Oh. That’s neat. She owns a business. I bet she makes clothes.” Then I saw her female partner. “Hmm… she seems nice.” *lightning strikes inside my head* Oh… … “partner.” Ohhh. (Realizing.) Ohhh (Realizing further.) Ohhh-ho-ho! (Re-realizing further.) Ohhh…ewwww (Realizing her age.)

Generally thinking, guys tend to think of lesbians as hot twenty-somethings. Not middle aged chicks, *shudder* licking. Ewww….

We had a family dinner last weekend. We were sad that Holly wasn’t there, so we tried to include her anyway.

Hold the cursor over the picture to see their comments.

We miss you, Red. We hope you’re having fun and learning in Europe.

Yay! I love food Friday. Everybody brings in food, and we… um… eat it.

I got Krispy Kremes, which are a rarity where I live. Yeah. I know. I’m awesome. I just hope everyone else can keep up with my awesome-ity-tude-esque-ness.

Due to the time it took to get the Krispy Kremes, I can’t talk long.

I have a rant about Survivor that I’ll try to fit in tonight.

Okay. Fine. The Red Sox won the World Series. My plan was to go around and pretend that Major League Baseball was on strike in 2004, but that’s gonna’ be so hard to maintain.

Expecting pictures from Holly soon. If they’re really cool, I’ll post them here. I’m also expecting pictures that we “made” for Holly this past weekend. Those are funny. I gotta’ post them here.

I’m trying to come up with more quotes for my website. I haven’t updated it in a few months. It’s lacking.

Gotta’ talk to Ryan… try to figure out a way I can make a links sidebar.

…Ugh… The Red Sox.

*goes into corner and cries.*

I’m buried! Arg! Too much work. I gotta’ get out of here, and keep my sanity. But first, I gotta’ update the NASCAR Nextel Fantasy Challenge.

(This whole thing is my way of saying, “nothing special happened today.”)

(and… with my freaky life… that’s prolly a good thing.

Had nothing to do last night. Got home. Played San Andreas for like 90 minutes, cooked dinner, left Ryan funny voicemail, watched TV, hit the hay. Had a funky dream that “she” had made more nasty blog entries about me. So vivid. Meh. Maybe it’s time to get the radio back in the bedroom to distract my thoughts.

Gotta’ get going. Acutally found, like, six differences today! Yay! Hooray for me!

Watching H*R, then getting the hell out of here for the day.

I’m such a douche. I actually left home at 6:15 last night, got to the mall at 6:30, the store opened at 7:00. I didn’t move in the line until 7:12. Got to the end of the first line at 8:04. Got to the end of the second line/in the store at 8:14. All this to purchase a stupid game.

But… Hey. At least I got out of the house. ^_^

I’m such a douche.

Well. Another busy weekend in the books. Friday, I went home, did a couple things, then went to visit with my parents for dinner at Yetty’s in Herkimer. The food was great. I had Tortolini Alfredo. Michelle had Chicken Riggies, and Randy had extra spicy Chicken Riggies. I bet he paid for it when he got home.

I had planned on drinking with Prozac Friday night, so I stopped and picked up a pack of cigarettes (yeah… I’m bad.) I was gonna’ buy the booze there, but I knew it was like three bucks cheaper around the corner. I waited and went home, because there was a chance Prozac wanted to wait until Saturday night.

When I got home, I explained the “girl” situation to Proazc and Sarah. They were shocked and awed at my tale of woe.

We talked for a little bit, and Prozac decided to bolt. I stayed up because I knew Shatner, Ben Folds, and Joe Jackson were gonna’ be on Leno. I’m a Letterman fan, so I watched that and TiVoed Leno. (Will it float? is teh r0X0rz0rZZ)

So Saturday rolled around. Prozac came by, and we got breakfast, and I told the waitress she was hot (yeah right. just can’t talk to her.)

We went back to my place and did pretty much nothing until 1 o’clock when I got sick of doing nothing. I told Prozac that we needed to get the hell out of my place. It was a nice day and I didn’t feel like sitting inside all day. I heard about a corn maze in the shape of Yoda from Star Wars. We headed up there, paid our six bucks, and spent an hour getting lost. I’d love to show you a picture, but I can’t find on on the internet. The cool part was that there were three map pieces in random parts of the maze. If you got all three, well… it’d be a big help. I, uh, only found one, but the group we went in with tried to stick together. Their kids snuck off and explored and found plenty of map pieces. So… even though I only found one, I still walked out with all three. We got lost so many damn times, that we found our way back to the entrance, and figured out where it was on the map. Once we did that, we got to the exit in, like, five minutes.

The funny part was the middle aged moms who brought their kids. I’m 99% sure (and so is Prozac) that they were hitting on us.

In front of their children…

While wearing their wedding rings…

I mean, come on! When their kids found the head part of the map, they offered it to me and Prozac by saying, “Dan, Steve, would you like some head?”

So… damn… dirty.

One or two of them looked good though. Yummy! Them sex-starved vixens.

It was really hard not to bust out laughing when one of the kids started asking, “Who wants some head.”

So damn dirty, that mind of mine.

Saturday night, I went to my grandmother’s in Little Falls. My family was in from Valatie. They seemed really surprised when I said I hadn’t seen Fahrenheit 9/11. Not because I’m the savvy movie goer that I am, but because I said I didn’t want to see it because I’m a republican. My Aunt Jean said, “You aren’t allowed to be a republican in this family. Get out of here!”

Obviously, she was just joking, but it was still fun. I can’t believe they didn’t know I was a republican. Funny.

Today is cleaning day here at work. We have somewhere between 200 and 250 desks that need to be cleaned. We had to rip everything down off of our walls, and lock all items with customer impact in our desks. They’re gonna’ do the carpet, clean the burlap walls of our cubes, clean our chairs (mine smells like farts), and all sorts of neat stuff. It’s either going to be really good for the department, or they’re going to do a half-assed job, and the department will smell like mildew for weeks. I’m hoping for the former. Found a couple diffs today. Still buried. Got a lot of work to do, and eight hours is sooooo little.

Tonight, I’m supposed to have dinner with the family (they just want me to bring them a copy of episode 103 of Lost and are using dinner as an excuse). Then, hopefully, I’m gonna’ get plastered with Prozac.

Tomorrow, I have another family affair. My Aunt, Uncle and cousin are coming in from Valatie, NY, and we’re all going to have dinner at my grandparents. I’m sure it’ll be fun. I never see them anymore, with work, and all.

Thought this’d be funny. It’s my AIM away message.

“Updating (secret) blog. Then, food with family. Then… seething hatred and drinking! Fun time for all!!! “

I love Lost. I think it’s a really cool show. 48… no… 47… no… 46 survivors from a plane crash try to cope. It’s like Survivor, but real, but fake. It’s actors playing people, instead of people pretending to be actors. Ryan called me last night, but I didn’t pick up the phone. I’m hooked. It’s not quite as good as Alias… yet. I get a feeling it’s going to be, though.

I think I’ve given up on baseball completely. It’s on way to late. I still don’t even know if the Cardinals or the Astros won last night.

Whoops. Terry in front of me told me that the Cardinals won. There. Now I know. And knowing is half the battle. Gotta’ start working soon.

Last night, I made enchiladas for dinner. I woke up in the middle of the night twice to, uh… relieve myself. It went through me like a tropical lazor beam.

Lyrics for “Protection “

by Ben Folds and Anna Goodman

Tourists wear their wallets in high places when abroad
So as not to be ripped off in ways to which they’re not apprised
Lawyers write some goofy terms in letters to the future
So as not to get all screwed by methods hereinafter devised
So will I

And I guess I will protect myself from you
Sometimes I get so tickled I can’t talk
And I will protect myself from you
I’ll keep on reminding me
I’m always free to walk

You’re not exactly what I’m looking for
You don’t even know that when I’ve got it straight, now keep it in mind
No you’re not what I was looking for
I just need a little more of what you’ve got a little bit
don’t make me laugh

And I guess I will protect myself from you
Sometimes I get so tickled I just can’t talk
but I will protect myself from you
I’ll keep on reminding me
I’m always free to walk
always free
free
to
walk
(hey)

Whatever happens between you and me today probably will be OK
But won’t bother me
anyway

And I guess I will protect myself from you
Sometimes I get so tickled I can’t talk
but I will protect myself from you
And I’ll keep on reminding me
I’m always free
to walk
free
F-R-E-E

You can’t, you can’t hurt me cause I don’t care about you
I don’t give a shit
I don’t give a shit
about you
woah

The pussy - ass
sounds of white - people
playing jazz

Turns out it’s a good thing I gave up on the Yankees three days ago. I would have been up ’til midnight or later three consecutive nights. They sucked out, plain and simple.

Watched Joan of Arcadia from last Friday. Not my favorite episode ever. Crotchety old ladies complaining for an hour is not good tv.

Smallville was decent. Just about the first decent one of the season. I’ve always thought that show was cheesy, but I can’t stop watching it. Oh well.

Dude…

Sundi Jones, one of the gals I work with brought in some moose jerky. It was surprisingly… the same as any other jerky I’ve had before. I guess the only difference was that it was… um… moose. I like it.

As for the angry girl situation, I’m more or less over it. I have to listen to the radio at night while trying to fall asleep to make sure my mind is focused elsewhere.

Let me set things straight. I’m not upset with the fact that she rejected me. I’m used to that. I’m upset with the fact that she didn’t bother telling me that she wasn’t interested, she lead me on, she continues to lead me on despite having absolutely no interest, and she is writing about me negatively in her blog. That’s what upsets me.

I had a much better day at work today. I was focused. I’m back on track. I found three differences today. That’s about three more than usual. I’m happy to get back to a normal life.

I’ve been looking for something funny to watch since Ed was cancelled. It was my favorite show. It was funny. It was intelligent. And it warmed the shit out of my cockles. I figured Wonderfalls would be great. I watched it. Fox fucked around with it’s timeslot, and cancelled it. I was down two good shows in one year. My buddy Ryan turned me on to Gilmore Girls.

Don’t get me wrong. I generally love the fairer sex, but I’ve got one who is really bugging the piss out of me. We go on a date, we have fun. Back at her place (this isn’t dirty), I use her computer. The front page is http://livejournal.com. When I go home Saturday night, I figure she must have a livejournal, so I looked her up by her AIM name. I find out she’s writing nasty shit about me. Now I can’t get her out of my head. She’s pissing me off, because I’m concentrating more on her than I am on work. It stinks. It fucking stinks.