Uncategorized: February 2005 Archives

Well, it's about time to renew my hosting -- I'm making some changes to the hosting and my e-mail -- so my site (and veryopinionated.com) will be down for a few days probably. I really don't know. Guess we'll find out.

So -- things will be gray for a bit.

A continuation of Friendster... as i mentioned last week, I was supposed to have a date on Friday with this guy (Matt) I met on Friendster. Initially, the plan was for dinner and a movie. Sounded delovely.

But alas things changed ...

Thursday night's conversation with him ended up with plans to meet for lunch in Galveston on Friday. Then it would be on to dinner/movie after I got off work. Well -- as we were leaving Mosquito Cafe, my step-dad Eric called and said he had 4 tickets to Les Mis, and wondered if I would like to go. Upon discussion with Matt, we decided to take the tickets and ditch the movie. So Matt and I hooked up after I got off work -- around 5 or so, and we chilled, talked for a while, and watched two episodes of Strangers with Candy -- which were HILARIOUS!!

(On a side note, we watched the episode where Jerri doesn't know how to read -- and there were points in the rest of the date where we'd be all "You're so illiterate, I bet you can't even hear me, you ILLITERATE!" -- I'm sure you had to be there, but it was truly amusing. That and the sign they were holding up in the back that said "Stupid Bich" LOL We were laughing about that for a while.)

Anyway, so we decided to skip dinner cuz we were both rather full from lunch still -- and headed out to pick up Rachel and head to the Hobby Center. We were, of course, running slightly late -- and we were meeting my good friend JB (fellow theatre fag) at the theatre. But we weren'r running late enough to not stop and buy some Girl Scout Cookies. (Damn, those Do-Si-Dos are crack!)

We made it to the theatre with literally 2 minutes to spare before they closed the doors for seating. Matt and JB had never seen Les Mis before -- so it was pretty exciting. (Show-wise, the talent was very good. Except for Fantine. I couldn't wait for her to die.) The best part of the show was when Matt grabbed my hand and wrapped his other arm around my arm and just sorta curled up next to me while we watched. Made the show even more enjoyable.

After the show, we decided to go for cocktails at Keys West, this gaudy gay piano bar. We were the youngest there by probably 10 years and it was so much fun!! Rachel was the only "girl" there -- tho there was a couple of drag queens. Drinks were quite stiff, and we ended up staying for 2 hours, singing along with the piano guy as he did rather odd piano arrangements of show tunes and classic tunes (he played "Come What May" from Moulin Rouge, which was one of the most fucked up versions I've ever heard). JB and Rachel are so much fun to go out with. I don't go out with Rachel very often, but I always have so much fun when we do. JB is a hoot! Just makes me laugh forever. Matt thoroughly enjoyed both of them.

We drove home around 1:30am and dropped Rachel off, and we said our goodnights (which go undocumented here). But let's just say that it was the cherry on top of for the evening.

And thus ended the "official" date of Michael and Matt.

However, the "unofficial" date continued on Saturday. We met up for lunch at Chabuca's in Clear Lake and had a very lovely meal (I had sirloin parmigian - and damn, it was good!) We had fun talk and was just very enjoyable. It was crowded, wasn't loud -- and we just had a good time being able to sit and talk about things, get to know each other. Then we ran out to my mom's house since we were close to pick up more Girl Scout cookies (god, i'm a cookie whore) and to thank Eric again for the Les Mes tix. We stayed and chatted for 30 min or so and headed back out to my place. The weather SUCKED ASS. All it did was rain like the whole day. And it was cold and yuk.

We got back to my place and had some time to kill before the surprise party for Kelly. Matt had agreed to be my date for evening. We had about 3 hours to kill tho ... so Matt looked through my movies and picked out Drop Dead Gorgeous (cuz he'd never seen it). (The whole night, i was going "Oh crep! Oh mie gahd! oh crep!") We just curled up on the couch and laughed and laughed and laughed. (Tondue, close! Tondue close!)

Then came the party. This was a surprise party for my friend Kelly (of New Year's Eve fame) and it was a lot of the people from the New Year's Even shindig. What fun we had! We had a lot of drinks and laughed and laughed. I found that several people there read my blog fairly regularly and were quite aware of "Harrrrrr!" My, how I laughed at the number of people who were saying throughout the night.

Matt and I received quite a few comments from people saying "awwww, you two are so cute together!" I don't mind hearing things like that. We left the party when the hot tub turned on and naked people appeared in the water. ;)

We drove back to my place and chatted for a while, putting a nice touch to a fantastic weekend. We discussed his work schedule and when I might be able to see him again.

Turns out that "again" was today (Sunday) for lunch. :) We met for Mexican food at this god awful nasty place by me called Tequila Bloom. People. Don't eat there. It was yuk. But good just to spend time with him. I think the best part of lunch with this VERY TACKY Christian karaoke that was going on. But it was weird -- it was only one song. And the woman was REALLY bad. But we talked about the weekend, how much we both enjoyed ourselves -- and when we'll be seeing each other again.

And that will be next weekend.

People, i don't think you could get the grin off my face with a vat of acid. Matt is so nice. Such a gentleman. So quiet and reserved -- but funny as hell. He's an RN, smart as can be, has a mind trudged through the gutter like mine. And who can beat that? :)

i went shopping last nite with Alex to buy some muchly needed new clothes. For those of you who do not have the benefit of interacting with me on a daily basis, I should tell you now that i have lost something like 30 pounds since November. Being sick, kidney stones, and watching what I eat has been a great weight loss program for me.

Anyway -- so Alex and I are shopping, and we hit the usual fag stores, Banana, Gap, Express -- and I found a pair of pants that are supreme. And what's better -- it's waist size 30!!!!! This is the first time I've ever bought size 30 pants. And they aren't even uncomfortable! I'm so proud! *kleenex to eye*

Anyway wanna make bets as to how long it takes before I can't wear them anymore? LOL

I just had to post this -- it's too funny not to. It's so bad.

sweet17: Hi
Bloodninja: hello
Bloodninja: who is this?
sweet17: just a someone?
Bloodninja: A someone I know?
sweet17: nope
Bloodninja: Then why the hell are you bothering me?
sweet17: well sorrrrrry
sweet17: I just wanted to chat with you
Bloodninja: why?
sweet17: nevermind your an jerk
Bloodninja: Hey wait a minute
sweet17: yes?
Bloodninja: look I'm sorry. I'm just a little paranoid
sweet17: paranoid?
Bloodninja: yes
sweet17: of what?
sweet17: me?
Bloodninja: No. I'm in hiding.
sweet17: LOL
Bloodninja: Don't fucking laugh at me!
Bloodninja: This shit is serious!
sweet17: What are you hiding from?
Bloodninja: The cops.
sweet17: gimme a fucking break
Bloodninja: I'm serious.
sweet17: I don't get it
Bloodninja: The cops are after me.
sweet17: For what?
Bloodninja: I'm wanted in three states
sweet17: For???
Bloodninja: It's kindof embarrasing.
Bloodninja: I had sex with a turkey.
Bloodninja: Hello?
sweet17: You are fucking sick.
Bloodninja: Send me your picture.
sweet17: why?
Bloodninja: so I know you aren't one of them.
sweet17: One of what?
Bloodninja: The cops.
sweet17: I'm not a cop i told you
Bloodninja: Then send me your picture.
sweet17: hold on
Bloodninja: Hurry up.
Bloodninja: Are you there?
Bloodninja: Fuck you, cop!
sweet17: Hey sorry
sweet17: I had to do something for my mom.
Bloodninja: I thought you were trying to find a picture to send to me.
Bloodninja: When really you were notifying the authorities.
Bloodninja: Weren't you!?
sweet17: thats not it
Bloodninja: Then what?
sweet17: I don't want to send you the picture cause I'm not pretty
Bloodninja: Most cops aren't
sweet17: IM NOT A FUCKING COP YOU ASSHOLE!
Bloodninja: Then send me the picture.
sweet17: fine. What's your e-mail?
Bloodninja: Just send it through here.
sweet17: alright *PIC*
sweet17: Did you get it?
Bloodninja: Hold on. I'm looking.
sweet17: That was me back in may
sweet17: I've lost weight since then.
Bloodninja: I hope so
sweet17: what?!?
sweet17: that hurt my feelings.
Bloodninja: Did it?
sweet17: Yes. I'm not that much smaller than that now.
Bloodninja: Will it make you feel better if I send you my picture?
sweet17: yes
Bloodninja: Alright let me find it.
sweet17: kks
Bloodninja: Okay here it is. *PIC*
sweet17: this isn't you.
Bloodninja: I'll be damned if it ain't!
sweet17: You don't look like that.
Bloodninja: How the hell do you know?
sweet17: cause your profile has another picture.
Bloodninja: The profile pic is a fake.
Bloodninja: I use it to hide from the cops.
sweet17: You look like the Farm Fresh guy lol
Bloodninja: Well, you look like you ATE the Farm Fresh guy....
Bloodninja: Not to mention all the groceries.
sweet17: Go fuck yourself
Bloodninja: I was going to until I saw that picture
Bloodninja: Now my unit won't get hard for a week.
sweet17: I shouldn't have sent you that picture.
sweet17: You've done nothing but slam me.
sweet17: you hurt me.
Bloodninja: And calling me the Farm Fresh guy doesn't hurt me?
sweet17: I thought you were bullcrapping me!
Bloodninja: Why would I do that?
sweet17: I can't believe that cops are after you
Bloodninja: I can't believe Santa lets you sit on his lap..
sweet17: FUCK YOU!!!
Bloodninja: You'd break both of his legs.
sweet17: You're a FUCKING ASSHOLE!
sweet17: I've been teased my whole life because of my weight
sweet17: and you make fun of me when you don't even know me
Bloodninja: Ok. I'm sorry.
sweet17: No you aren't
Bloodninja: You're right. I'm not.
Bloodninja: HAARRRRR!
sweet17: I'm done with you
Bloodninja: Aww. I'm sorry.
sweet17: I'm putting you on ignore
Bloodninja: Wait a sec
Bloodninja: We got off on the wrong foot.
Bloodninja: Wanna start over?
sweet17: No
Bloodninja: I'll eat your kitty
sweet17: You'll what?
Bloodninja: You heard me.
Bloodninja: I said I'd eat your kitty.
sweet17: I thought you said you couldn't get it hard after seeing my picture
Bloodninja: Do I need a hard-on to eat your kitty?
sweet17: I'd like to know that the man eating me out is excited yes
Bloodninja: Well I'm not like most men.
Bloodninja: I get excited in different ways.
sweet17: Like what?
Bloodninja: Do you really wanna know?
sweet17: I don't know
Bloodninja: You have to tell me yes or no.
sweet17: I'm afraid to
Bloodninja: Why?
sweet17: cause
Bloodninja: cause why?
sweet17: well lets see
sweet17: you say you have sex with turkeys. You call me fat. then you wanna eat me out
sweet17: doesn't that seem strange to you?
Bloodninja: Nope
sweet17: well its strange to me
Bloodninja: Fine. I won't do it if you don't want me to
sweet17: I didn't say that
Bloodninja: So is that a yes?
sweet17: I guess so.
Bloodninja: Ok. I need your help getting excited though.
Bloodninja: Are you willing?
sweet17: What do you need me to do?
Bloodninja: I need you talk like a pirate.
sweet17: ???
Bloodninja: When I start to go limp... you say "HARRRR!!!"
Bloodninja: ok?
Bloodninja: Hello?
sweet17: You can't be serious
Bloodninja: Oh yes I am!
Bloodninja: It's my fantasy.
sweet17: this is retarded
Bloodninja: Do you want it or not?
sweet17: Yes I want it.
Bloodninja: Then you'll do it for me?
sweet17: sure
Bloodninja: Ok. Here we go.
Bloodninja: I gently remove your panties and being to massage your thighs.
Bloodninja: You get really juicy thinking about my tounge brushing up against them
Bloodninja: I softly begin to tounge your wet kitty.
Bloodninja: I run my tounge up and down your smooth cunt.
sweet17: mmmm yeah
Bloodninja: uh oh ...going limp.
sweet17: Har
Bloodninja: You gotta do better than that!
Bloodninja: Your picture was really bad.
sweet17: HARRRRRRRRRRRR
Bloodninja: Ahhhh. Much better. I feel your kitty get more moist with every stroke.
Bloodninja: I softly suck on your clit bringing it in and out of my mouth.
Bloodninja: Your juices run down my chin as your scent makes its way to my nose.
Bloodninja: I begin to feel empowered by your femininity.
sweet17: mmmmmm you are good
Bloodninja: I feel your thighs tighten as I suckharder
Bloodninja: going limp
sweet17: HARRRRRRR
Bloodninja: Mmmm I grab your swelling buttocks in my hands.
Bloodninja: You begin to sway back and forth.
Bloodninja: going limp
sweet17: this is stupid
Bloodninja: ...still limp
Bloodninja: Do it!
sweet17: HARRRRRRRRRRRRR
Bloodninja: I turn you around to lick your asshole.
Bloodninja: I pry apart that battleship you call your ass.
Bloodninja: I see poo nuggets hanging from the hair around your ass.
sweet17: WTF?!?!?
Bloodninja: They stink really bad.
sweet17: OMG STOP!!!
Bloodninja: I start to get fed up with your ugly ass
Bloodninja: I tear off your wooden peg leg.
Bloodninja: I ram it up your ass.
sweet17: YOURE A FUCKING PYSCHO!!
Bloodninja: Then I pour hot carmel over your head.
Bloodninja: And turn you into a fucking candy apple...
Bloodninja: I kick you in the face!
sweet17: FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!
Bloodninja: The celluloid from your cheeks hits the side of the cabin...
Bloodninja: Your parrot flys away.
Bloodninja: ...going limp again.
Bloodninja: Hello?
Bloodninja: Say it!
Bloodninja: HAARRRRRR!!!!!

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Ok, so following Trinity's lead (again) -- here's the meme. Things that I have not done. (Things I've never done will be bolded.)

I've never kissed a member of the opposite sex
I've never kissed a member of the same sex
I've never crashed a friend's car
I've never been to japan
I've never been in a taxi
I've never been in love
I've never had sex in a public place
I've never been dumped
I've never done cocaine
I've never shoplifted
I've never been fired
I've never been in a fist fight
I've never had group intercourse
I've never snuck out of my parent's house
I've never been tied up
I've never regretted having sex with someone
I've never been arrested
I've never made out with a stranger
I've never stolen something from my job
I've never celebrated new years in time square
I've never gone on a blind date
I've never lied to a friend
I've never had a crush on a teacher or professor
I've never celebrated mardi gras in new orleans
I've never been to europe
I've never skipped school
I've never slept with a co-worker
I've never cut myself on purpose
I've never had sex at the office
I've never been married
I've never been divorced
I've never had sex with more than one person within the same week
I've never posed nude
I've never gotten someone drunk just to have sex with them
I've never killed anyone
I've never received scars from my sex partner
I've never thrown up in a bar
i've never taken a hallucinogenic drug
I've never purposely set a part of myself on fire
I've never eaten sushi
I've never been snowboarding
I've never had sex at a friend’s house while they were throwing a party
I've never had sex in a dressing room
I've never flashed anyone
I've never met anyone from online

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FIRST -- what the hell is wrong with men? Why is that every time I go into a public restroom, there is piss on the floor in front of the urinal. And I don't meet a dribble drip or two. I mean, the chance that they got any pee in the toilet is slim to none. So what is up with that? Do they stand far away cuz they're exhibitionists? Are they afraid of getting splash-back from the pee hitting the toilet? I mean, I could understand if they have a bladder problem and just didn't make it in time -- but still ... get some towels! I don't want to stand in your wee!

I seriously don't understand public hygiene. People who shit and don't flush ... people who piss on the floor and toilet seat ... people who wipe bloody boogers on the wall in front of the urinal (and you know those cleaning bitches don't clean the wall!) I mean, do these people do this in their own home? I mean, not changing the toilet paper roll is one thing ... but wiping your ass on the wall is another.

And what's more -- people will take a shit (nasy one too), and then leave without washing their hands -- as I noticed yesterday. Did they not wipe? Did they not touch the public toilet seat? GERMSS!! HELLO!! And on top of that -- those bitches can fly! You flush the toilet and they go spraying all over everything. I read this arcticle about how they tested items in a common household bathroom and found traces of e. coli on things like the toothbrush, the toilet paper, the water faucet handles. Because you flush and the water goes *swoosh!* and the germs become airborn. WASH YOUR HANDS. WITH SOAP. and Close the lid at home when you flush. Keeps them at least to a smaller area.

SECOND -- HARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! -- compliments of Trinity. :) (I laughed for a good hour at this.)

I know I've blogged a lot today. LOL. I'm kind'a bored at work, what can I say. This morning I was driving in to work and, as usual for this time of year, I was enveloped in this spooky fog (which is even scarier since I'm going to down 146 which is like ALL refineries and chemical plants -- it's very Night of the Living Dead). This old beat up car pulls up next to me at the stop light and looks over at me. It's this girl in this baseball hat. I just smile and keep singing along with Erasure. She drives on, pulls past me and I notice the array of lesiban stickers on her car raning from "Girls Kick Ass" surrounded by rainbow lines to "Xena Rules" also surrounded by rainbow lines. Makes you wonder if Lucy Lawless cares that she's a lesbian icon. And it makes me wonder if these lesbian girls who worship her do that crazy Xena yell thing that goes "Aye aye aye aye!" (Although, i guess in text that looks more like Chita Rivera in West Side Story.)

In other homo news, -- brace yourself -- I have a DATE. Of course, most of you already know this -- and yes, most of you have already been to his friendster profile. But i'm so excited. He seems so nice and sincere. We've chatted rather extensively, I suppose. And i finally charmed him enough to ask me out to dinner/movie. His name is Matt and equally (if not more so) charming as me.

So I'm excited for our date. It's been a while, and I wasn't sure I was wanting to date. But how in the world could I say no to him? I'd been discussing dating and my luck with finding the "extremes" in the gene pool -- and he proposed they take a quiz for processing. So Steve came up with this quiz. Feel free to respond.

Alex always provides me with a banquet of exciting knowledge throughout my work day. Today, she explained to me the composition of a sperm and the functionalities of the spermy system.

Did you know that sperm is a regular multi-vitamin with a little bit of pee mixed in for good luck? I can't certify that these meet FDA Daily Value thing, but if you're ever starving to death in a car covered in snow, at least you know you won't starve to death (if you're guy). So check it out: "the composition of your average wad" (as quoted by Alex):

ascorbic acid (vitamin C, for tissue maintenance)
blood-group antigens (from immune system)
calcium (mineral)
chlorine (oxidizing agent)
cholesterol (steroid alcohol present in body fluids)
choline (base, part of the vitamin B complex)
citric acid (occurs during cellular metabolism)
creatine (nitrogenous substance found in muscle)
deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA)
fructose (sugar used for energy)
glutathione (peptide amino acid)
hyaluronidase (enzyme)
inositol (sugar found in muscles)
lactic acid (byproduct of muscle use)
magnesium (mineral)
nitrogen (gas found in all living tissue)
phosporus (mineral)
potassium (mineral)
purine (compound of uric acid)
pyrimidine (organic base)
pyruvic acid (formed from either glucose or glycogen)
sodium (salt)
sorbitol (body alcohol)
spermidine (catalytic enzyme)
spermine (ammonia compound found in sperm)
urea (from urine)
uric acid (from urine)
vitamin B12 (for proper function of nervous system and metabolism)
zinc (mineral)

I was also told it apparently tastes like dried apricots. And I must say, though all my years of gay affiliation, no one has ever told me it tastes like dried apricots. I've heard of it tasting like brie, clorox pudding, and salty yogurt (ugh, i think i just threw up in my mouth a little) -- but never dried apricots.

Also -- the anatomy lesson filled with parts I didn't know about:

"Seminal plasma is partially made up of a fructose-rich fluid -- produced by the seminal vesicles -- which provides nourishment for the sperm cells. The seminal vesicles also make prostaglandins, unsaturated fatty acids used for hormonal actions. The prostate gland produces a thin, milky, alkaline fluid that helps the sperm live when exposed to the acidic lining of the vagina, uterus, and ass. The pea-shaped bulbourethral glands (Cowper's glands) at the base of the penis produce a fluid we refer to as "pre-cum." This is secreted to lubricate the urethra (the tube that runs through the penis) so the semen can travel more easily -- however, some men do not secrete this fluid in visible quantities."

So thanks to Alex for the informative tidbit of anatomy. ;)

I've been playing on friendster a lot as of late. My friend list is slowly growing, which is exciting and fun. LOL. Last nite, I came across a new friend with whom I've known for several years ... Jerri Blank.

According to her profile ...

Hello, I'm Jerri Blank and I'm a 46-year-old high school freshman. For 32 years I was a teenage runaway. And I'm a pathological liar and everything I'm about to say is true. I was a boozer, a user, and a loser. My friends were dealers, cons, and 18 karat pimps. I stole the TV; did some more time. But now I'm out of jail, picking up my life exactly where I left off. I'm back in high school, living at home, and discovering all sorts of things about my body. I'm finding out that though the faces have changed, the hassles are just the same. I'm a respectable girl, and I expect a respectable evening, full of respect.

She's one hot piece of fruit.

I was having a discussino today with Davy about a variety of stuff, which seemed to disolve (much like my discussion with Rachel) to talk about poop. I know it's extremely juvenile, but for some reason, poop is funny. Brad doesn't think so, but sometimes I just can't help but laugh. Davy told me there must be some Freudian meaning behind my laughing at poop. Perhaps there is. I blame a lot of it on David. He messages me everyday with "POOP!"

And then I started thinking about how our society works. Like, take Paris Hilton for example. She makes this really bad amateur porn tape of her blowing some guy and everyone gets in a tizzy. And yet, she's shot to fame in all her skanky-ass glory. But it makes you wonder. What if that video had been really disgusting. Like Paris taking part in scat or something yuk. What would the nation think then? Do you think that would have made the nightly news? Why the double standard, Mr. Media? I think Paris Hiton eating shit is equally as newsworthy as her parading her rather anti-climactic breasts and smokin' rod.

Sometimes I just don't understand the media.

I had my visit with the urologist this morning. I think it's really outrageous that I pay $30 per visit do have him tell me things I know already. The assistant girl was totally flirting with me tho, which was kind'a amusing (cuz I'm lookin' kinda hot today -- I'm always so amazed by how much weight I've lost).

So I give him my latest in the set of stones. I already had one analyzed (Corenlius III from Thanksgiving) -- so I dunno what they did with these. But the doctor decides i need an x-ray to make sure they're gone. I'm like "duh. I've follwed these fuckers every inch till they escaped -- I know they're gone." But I did it anyway.

And wow, all I can say is I'm so glad I wore cute underwear today (those cute little boxer-briefs I got from gap that are little mini-briefs -- really precious, and make my ass look hot). The guy who did the x-ray was really cute. Something about men in scrubs. They just look so clean -- fashion isn't an issue. I'm sure he was straight, (and married I think). But still. Always nice to be poked and prodded by cute mens.

So, in the end, *surprise*, the stones are gone. And they give me this huge-ass orange bottle to collect piss for 24 hours. I have to keep it in my fridge. And for some reason, the thought of this is revolting to me. Color me crazy. Hopefully this will help them to diagnose why I keep getting these damn stones.

My friends Michael-gurl and Patrick came over this evening and we watched Desperate Housewives and two episodes of Dead Like Me. I refuse to get hooked on Desperate Housewives ... I don't watch tv hardly at all, and I'm scurd that if I start now, my soul will be wisped away into the ether, and I will sit there with even less motivation to do shit than I currently have.

That being said ... I LOVE Dead Like Me. Every time I watch it, I just have to take time and reflect about things. About how I don't take advantage of life -- grab it by the balls and make it my bitch. (Tho, I'm not certain I know how to do that.) About how some people are very valuable in my life -- and how I do little things to bring them with me. I have little momentums. Like - forever example - when I was in junior college in Idaho, I kept a journal. I have 3 journals filled with the details of my junior college years. And stashed in those journals are drawings made by friends, little notes, and other small memories that I associate with that time. And I'll always have them.

I just threw away a letter today written to me by an ex. The letter used to hold some sentiment ... but my friendship with him has decayed into unfortunate nothingness. And the letter no longer means anything to me. I did, however, keep some of the other momentos that were left with the letter. But that's beside the point ... I think after a while, momentos take on a nature of their own, apart from the meaning they once held. They become a memento just because they're a momento. And they get brought with you wherever you go, year after year, place after place, relationship after relationship.

Why do we keep them? Is it longing? Wanting to keep a piece of that moment or person alive, even tho they arne't here anymore? Or maybe it's fear of losing the investment we made in them? It makes me think of my grandmother. She died was I was 21 of pneumonia brought on by her chemo treatments for lymphatic cancer. She was never without her camera. And the woman had photo albums galore. (I wonder what ever came of those ...) But why pictures? And is it any different to have a paper picture than a digital picture? Seems like digital pictures can so easily be forgotton ... I think I'd prefer to have a scrapbook or photo album. But then again, I always was a sentimental bitch.

And wow, look at me ramble. This post had nothign to do with anything. Just me having brain leakage. Meh. Anyway time for bed.

PSP has finally struck. Post-Sickness Syndrome. I woke up this morning with the unrefutable desire to clean my apartment. Washed the sheets, broke out the 409, Clorox, and Windex and went to town de-germifying my apartment. Vaccummed, scrubbed the kitchen floor, did more laundry, went through old mail, filed contracts, taxes, old meeting agendas in their appropriate places. (I threw away a Pier 1 bag bigger than Kirstie Ally.) Washed a bunch of dishes that needed re-washing since my dishwasher is the biggest piece of shit known to man.

I started working on a new design for Option9 today ... not sure if i like what I've come up with yet. It's very simple ... and I'm not sure if *that* type of simple is the look we need to go for. But that's beside the point.

I opened all the windows because we had a very nice breeze blowing (which I'm sure stirred up more cat hair that what is currently on my cat.)

And now I just need to run to the grocery store and pick up some lovely things to eat and restock my pantry. But I'm not really sure what to get. I don't much cook just for myself -- so I end up just buying snacky foods. But I've really been in the mood for lemon cake... Might have to break down and bake.

Friday nite Alex and Lisa came over with some wine and absynthe and we had such a fun time. Mind you, we were all rather buzzed and were laughing our assess off at Steve, Don't Eat It! Ya know -- I've only had absynthe twice -- but I really like that crap. Nice flavor, and I don't usually like a strong anise flavor. But that stuff isn't bad if it's prepared correctly.

Other than that -- I have a muchly needed relaxing weekend. And since I have a small break from school, it's fantastic timing.

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I have this friend who is terribly witty and hilarious as hell. We chat on and off through the day via e-mail about whatever. Great fun to drink with and just shoot the shit. Last week, I was telling him of my problems of finding people to date (in general), that I tend to run the extreme. And he said I should post a quiz on my blog to screen people. Here is the quiz he suggested. Feel free to qualify yourself. I'll be reviewing applications and interviewing soon. (or something.)

I hate todays like today. I feel like I'm running at 90mph, but still 5 feet behind where I should be. I, apparently, forget to set my alarm last nite -- which is something I never forget to do -- and did not wake up until 9:08 when my mother called me. Of course, I'm supposed to be at work in Galveston at 9 (which is a 45 minute drive). So I started the day off late.

Then ... I get an e-mail from one of Genevieve's site visitors saying that he can't access the galleries. I look -- and sure enough -- PHP errors galore saying it can't connect to the mySQL database. Turns out -- thanks to her appearance on the Howard Stern show yesterday -- her site got SWAMPED with traffic. I mean close to 30,000 unique visitors. -- and 13,000 so far today (and it's only noon). So I had to put out that fire. (If you want to go to the site -- like i need to encourage the traffic at this point -- www.genevieveg.com -- I designed it, for those who don't know.)

And now there's 50 gazillion students at UTMB having PDA problems all of a sudden -- and what a NIGHTMARE that is. So I've been trying to reach tech support with the software company to resolve these issues, but no one answers (bitches! all of them!)

And I need to eat something, but don't know what to get. I hate the limited lunch cuisine on the Island. I can only eat Subway often. And like hell if i'm going to have McDonalds or something nasty -- and I had Taco Hell last nite for dinner (big mistake there). So I wil have to venture into the mighty forest of Galveston and forage for food stuffs, hoping to find something that doesn't make me feel like I need to take a shower after eating it.

Anyway -- took a quick pic today. Happy foto friday.

Alex pointed me to a new band today -- Eisley. Never heard of them. Here's their website: http://www.eisley.com/music.php. So, being that I'd never heard of them before, I open the page and see this picture.

My hell, what is wrong with them? Give the kids a sandwhich and a bar of soap! They look homeless and rather impoverished, not to mention malnourished.

Truth be told, I have no idea what sort of music they play. I read on there that they have canceled their Denver concert because one girl is sick sick sick -- the first time in seven years. What the hell!? Were they performing when they were like 8? I mean, I'm not even certain puberty has hit all of them yet.

*UPDATE* ---------------
So I listened to some of the samples on their site and I have to say, they aren't bad. Not sure I'd buy a cd, but the remix of Lost At Sea was pretty fun -- quirky even. I looked on AllofMp3.com -- but alas, nothing. Sad news. Oh well.

Despite that fact that I slept like shit last nite, I'm actually feeling a little better today. Well, I haven't been sneezing all day, and my congestion has cleared (*knock on wood*). Thankfully, work has been slow and I've had a steady stream of things to do. Otherwise, I'd want to put my head on my desk and die. (LOL, i'm so dramatic.)

Today is my best friend's (David's) 3 year anniversary with his boyfriend. Much congratulations to them on a feat that seems hard to reach these days. /hug to both of you.

Ya know ... every anniversary has a theme set by God only knows who. I did some research and the objects for 3rd year anniversary is crystal or leather. I'm sure you can only imagine the flurry of ideas that pranced through my little mind as a fiendish grin swept across my face. I personally don't care for leather OR crystal.

Well, a leather whip would be fun... but it's not my annivesary.

I'm in such a rambly sort'a mood. Prolly all the drugs I'm on. The Director's Cut of Donnie Darko is available on DVD today. Hooray! I'm going to try to pick one up either today or this weekend. (Have some shit to do before I can actually sit and watch it.)

I've been thinking a lot about religion lately -- about how I was raised and why I believe the things I do. I was having a conversation with a friend about Hell and Pergatory and I was rattlin' away like a baptist preacher on a tented hill in August. I've always enjoyed studying theology. I can't say that I really give a flying rats ass about christian dogma, but from a social perspective, and even an archiological perspective, i think it's fascinating. Especially when you add the Book of Mormon into it.

Do I think that God personally visits people? Nope. I think a lot of people believe he has (to them even) -- but it just doesn't add up to me. And if Jesus and Mary can appear in bricks, glass, and grilled cheese sandwhiches, why can't we get a little clarification on what's going on the world. You'd think we could use a prophet like in old Biblical times "The sky is falling, the sky is falling!" Run Chicken-Little, Run. And some religions claim to have a prophet. And to that, I don't know what to say. I know the Mormon prophet is a good man who gives good council. "Don't do drugs. Love your family. Take care of your own., etc." And perhaps that should suffice. For many it does.

But me -- I'm just a hateful little bitch who takes things for granted. Looks too much at the details to see the beauty of the whole. And maybe that loses the sanctity of relgion. Maybe it's not supposed to be in the thee's and thou's. Secular knowledge of sacred writings ... What would Jesus Do?

Prolly kick back and have another beer.

I trust everyone had a glorious valentine's day -- one for the books. Mine was spent drinking a LOT of tea and laying in bed -- oh and sneezing a lot. Even if I had had a special someone to share it with, I probably would have opted for being alone simply due to the contagion factor.

I swear that girl at UTMB is going down. I don't understand why people who are THAT sick go out in public. I mean, look at me! I am polite and stayed home. In fact, I may even be staying home tomorrow as well, we'll have to see how well I sleep tonite. Cuz as of right now, I feel like hell.

I sneeze like every 15 minutes and when I do, my eyes water -- and they already feel all swollen and shit. I don't think I've had a cold this bad in a LONG time.

Prolly best that Cupid stayed away today. Oh -- I made a VD compilation a week ago to try to get me in the mood. Turns out it was pretty damn depressing. In fact, it seems like a lot of the songs have something to do with any given ex. That wasn't my intention -- but i guess it makes sense. LOL. But here is the list. If you'd like the mp3s, just drop me a line and we'll figure something out.

1. All is Full of Love -- Bjork
2. The Origin of Love -- Rufus Wainwright
3. So Damned Cute -- Clay Barker
4. 1000 Oceans -- Tori Amos
5. Kissing You -- Des'ree (Romeo + Juliette)
6. Somethin' Stupid -- Robbie Williams/Nicole Kidman
7. Gorecki -- Lamb
8. John, 2-15 -- Shivaree
9. Crush -- Jennifer Paige
10. Your Song -- Ewan McGregor
11. Elaborate Lives -- Aida (the musical)
12. He's Got a Way -- Bernadette Peters
13. You Move Me -- Susan Ashton
14. The Man I Love -- Alison Moyet
15. Come What May -- Ewen McGregor/Nicole Kidman
16. Sonnet 29 -- Rufus Wainwright
17. The Kiss -- Hooverphonic
18. Rock Me Gently -- Clay Barker
19. The Very Thought Of You -- Nat King Cole

UGH. I HATE BEING SICK!!! That girl at UTMB that got me sick is going to PAYYY! I have been in bed all day. I'm running fever. My nose feels like rush hour at 45 and 59 -- stopped up from Hell to Maine. And what's worse, is now -- when i swallow -- my ear squeaks. Who's ear squeaks!? Mine does. How fucked up is that!?

So I'm having problems getting back to sleep because I can't breath and I keep sneezing. So I lay there, thinking about stuff. And I started thinking about "fond" memories.

I remember when i was 13 years old -- on August 11, actually. My father finally got the balls enough to tell my bitch of a step-mother he was leaving and wanting a divorce. God I remember that day so well. It was seriously one of the happiest days of my life. I remember sitting on the brow reclining sofa -- in the middle part that didn't recline -- and watching the whole event unfold. They were standing under this brown ceiling fan that was humming slightly, and all the lights were off, but there was this weird light effect because of the sky light in the middle of the room. Jeannette was crying a lot, saying "please don't leave, please don't leave." And I just sat there on the couch watching, wishing things would hurry up cuz i wanted to get out of there.

I know it was really hard for my dad. I remember he cried in the truck on the way out of there. But the woman was a total bitch. I can't even begin to tell you the nasty things she did. Let's just sum it all up by saying that she burnt everything she cooked. Oh, and she made us eat green beans every fuckin' night. Disgusting.

But, I know that shouldn't be a fond memory. But it really was the beginning of a much better time for me. She was an abusive woman -- used to give me Dexatrim as a child (when i was like 6 or 7). Who does that!? I wasn't even a fat child. (Stupid bitch, i hate her.)

I haven't seen her since that day. I heard she remarried -- but I've never inquired more about here or where she is. I have driven by the old house a few times before. No one I know lives there now -- and all my childhood friends have families of their own now, I imagine. Crazy to think that that was 15 years ago. Crazy to think that one of my fondest memories is such a negative memory for others.

Anyway, can you tell I'm on a gazillion drugs? I think I'm going to go lay down again. Try to sleep.

Well, I did it. RockMeGently 2.0 is completed. Took a lot of tweaking and testing between and IE and Firefox, but we finally have success. A HUGE thank you to my doll of a friend, Adam, who helped me with scripting stuff. Couldn't have done it without him. And thanks to Alex, David, Davy, and Laura who have been my guinea pigs to taste stuff.

So now that I have a fresh design, I'll *probably* blog more. Theoretically, anyway.

In other news, everyone at work has been getting sick this past week. Half of our office was out on Tuesday. I thought I was good off because I had refrained from the illness. That is, until Friday, when one of the students came in to get her PDA and take a test. The girl was dripping in sickness. I mean, she just looked bad. And she's all coughin', and snottin' all over the place. I was like *guh* germs!! And now my bitch ass is sick. My head has hurt all day, I'm one big snot bubble. And trust me, it looks about as attractive as it sounds.

So, time for me to crawl back into bed and sleep to the sound of the on-and-off rain.

I am going to treat this as my real new year -- not that I'm Chinese -- (nor have I been there before -- although I do like Chinese food ...). But I think it's about fuckin' time that shit starts going right again. And what better time to do that than New Year's? Even if it is in a language you don't understand. The sentiment and purpose remains.

So. Let us join together in welcoming the year of the cock.

And can refuse a celebration for that?

It struck me today that it's almost that most joyous day of the year: Valentine's Day. When everyone goo's and gah's and pines over some hot sweet thang. With cupid and his fucking bow and arrows, and his disturbingly sick sense of humor. But I guess we should hardly leave our love lives to flying naked babies with weaponry. Who's idea was that anyway? Sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen, if you ask me.

Anyway, so in my compilative state of mind, I decided to put together some songs to pine by, and was reminded of Willy S.'s Sonnet 29 (shown below).

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, -- and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at Heaven's gate;
For they sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That when i scorn to change my state with kings'.

-- Willy S.

Finally. The fucker is out. It's actually four pieces -- tho I didn't keep the two tiny pieces. It came out during the nite -- woke me up, had to pee -- was peeing, then had that turrible sharp knife pain and was like "uh oh." So I stopped mid-stream (which is a nightmare in and of itself) to grab the strainer.

Out pops a little one, then out pops the daddy. And as i'm bleeding, two more tiny pieces come out. But. Glory be -- it is out. I still bleed when I pee -- but that will stop. Hopefully.

Here ya go -- to see my new sons.

I woke up this morning a little before 6. It was raining outside and my cat was curled up next to me with her head laying on my stomach. A little bit of thunder, a little bit of lightning.

A little bit of pain.

Then a sharp stabbing jolt of pain which on a continued on a 10-15 second cycle for the next two hours. No idea where the stone is. I'm 95% sure that it's now in my wee. Or at least the connectionary point from my bladder to my wee. I can't actually feel it if I squeeze, so it's not quite that far out.

But I am flooding my body with fluids to get this fucker out. He has more than worn out his welcome and it time for him to leave.

But regardless -- I'm very tired. I'm surprised how much those 2 hours of writhing wore me out. I mean, my body is literally exhausted from it. I must have had my muscled clenched pretty damn tight. I figure that's probably a good 200 calories I burned.

Shame I went to McDonald's to compensate for that (and then some). (And stupid bitch with an attitude at McD's -- i ordered a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit -- and she gives me a bacone, egg, and cheese McGriddle thing. And while they're good and all - I was wanting a buttery fat-ass buscuit. Not a sweet and syrupy pancake. Thank god she doesn't work in a hospital. Although, now that I think about it, she may well have been one of the nursings trying to put an IV in me this last time ...)