Monthly Archive for August, 2005
Photos from this weekend are being added to this set on Flickr.
I found this photo on Flickr while putzing around on it during the Mac Users Group Meeting. I found the picture compelling so I wanted to share it with the world.
There, I finished the entire bottle.
In other news, Pat Robertson today apologized for suggesting that the United States should assassinate President Hugo Chavez of Venezuela.
He really meant to say murder as in “thou shalt not”.
I’ve found the perfect thing for all of us homos with latent eagle scout tendencies: Gay Merit Badges. I think I’ve already earned a lot of them…
This afternoon I had lunch (Olive Garden Soup Salad and Breadsticks) with some loyal readers of mine from Adam’s office. They were excited to meet me, but for some reason also kind of scared! I wonder what sorts of stories Adam told them about me…
Pictures are under this tag on my Flickr Photostream.
Just One Song
I usually put song lyrics on MySpace. but I found this song tonight and I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about the relationships I’ve had. Maybe it’s because Dino’s going to be in town, and I love Dino. I also realized this week that Dino perhaps means more to me than I do to him.
Jeff introduced me to this song and I used to play it to myself before Todd and I had broken up.
And why the hell do I still think about Jeff? We had a thing for like 5 months and that was over 6 years ago. Maybe because I was really happy (he wasn’t…) or maybe because it was my first “big” relationship. Anyway, I guess I’ll never really forget him.
But Todd was a complete bastard. This song was pretty much the epitome of our relationship.
Pearl Jam :: Vitalogy :: Better Man
Waitin?, watchin? the clock, it?s four o?clock, it?s got to stop
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech
As he opens the door, she rolls over
Pretends to sleep as he looks her over
She lies and says she?s in love with him, can?t find a better man
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can?t find a better man
Can?t find a better man
Can’t find a better man
Talkin? to herself, there?s no one else who needs to know
She tells herself
Memories back when she was bold and strong
And waiting for the world to come along
Swears she knew it, now she swears he?s gone
She lies and says she?s in love with him, can?t find a better man
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can?t find a better man
She lies and says she still loves him, can?t find a better man
She dreams in color, she dreams in red, can?t find a better man
Can?t find a better man
Can’t find a better man
She loved him, she don?t want to leave this way
She feeds him, that?s why she?ll be back again
Can?t find a better man
Can?t find a better man
Can?t find a better man
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Saturday was spent lounging around and cleaning. It was very very relaxing, even to scrub the bathroom clean. Adam was back after his week away and it was great to have his company again… it got pretty lonely here last week.
Then we went out to dinner with Terry and and his boyfriend Erik and dessert. And then we came back and played board games. Not the most eventful weekend, but boy was it relaxing! Looking forward to next weekend with Dino, then I’m on vacation for a whole week. Not sure what I’m doing, but I hope to make room for an adventure.
The perfect gift for every clean bathroom is a brand new shower curtain. I love maps and geography, so when I saw this at Targèt I thought it was awesome.
There’s nothing like that “new shower curtain smell”!
Thankfully. It stinks and I hope it goes away soon. But the shower curtain’s great!
Today I went over to my dad’s since the first time since Easter. I got some father/son bonding in when he took me for a ride on his new Harley, which was a blast. I think he thought I was going to be afraid, but I’ve got more balls than he expects.
It was an alright time; his girlfriend’s 18 year old daughter had just had her baby so that was cute to watch.
One question for people though: Why don’t people breast feed? She was treating it like it was such a hassle for her to be lactating and then complained about the price of formula. I was like… um… feed the baby with your boobs! That shit’s free and it’s supposed to be the best thing for her.
Oh yeah, and by “cute to watch” I mean “after school special”.
Someone’s watched too many Thundercats episodes.
Well after a long work week (12 hours yesterday!) and having the place to myself all week I’ve realized I need to clean up this apartment!
Adam’s been gone all week and it looks like all I’ve done is slept here and screwed here.
Not that it isn’t an accurate description… I’m just saying…
I had a blast this weekend!
Friday night I drove to Ypsilanti to drop off a bunch of stuff at Brad’s apartment. I didn’t get there until about 2am, so Brad had fallen asleep. His bedroom is mostly empty as he’s just moved in and doesn’t own a bed yet (he has a futon) so I pitched my little 2 person tent in his room. Haha! Then Saturday afternoon it was off to Indiana. I took US23 down to Ohio and I-80/90 over to Granger, Indiana for Angie’s birthday party. I had too many strawberry daiquiris and jello shots but over all a great time! Pictures are all on Flickr here.
Speaking of portmanteaux, today is the anniversary of the trademarking of the word “spork”, that favored dining utensil in prisons and elementary schools everywhere.
Happy birthday, “spork”.
I like the word “foon” better.
Ok. I have found the neatest thing evar! Check out this $75 “Brass and Ivory Pocket Notebook” based on a Thomas Jefferson design.
“These are made of sturdy brass stock with 4 old ivory pages and a pencil. Use this for making notes in the field and just erase with a wet finger when you are done. Folds up into a nice small package 1-1/8 inches by 4-1/2 inches by 3/16 inch thick.”
I know what I’m going to blow my next extra $75 on.
Link to product.Now if I could only get one of these and a portmanteau.
Don’t you just hate it when someone is in a fowl-ass fucking mood and it rubs off on you?
It’s fucking Friday, people. Be fucking happy.
So today was even worse than Monday. Yesterday was alright at work, as I worked with Carl and things were a little more easy going. But today was just awful. We had a pharmacist from the Standale store this morning who ran out of there once Carl got in, and it was myself and Carl for nearly and hour before 4pm, probably one of the busier times of the day.
Mary doesn’t know how to write a schedule.
I stayed until 7pm and stuff still wasn’t done, last night I stayed until 9:30 to make sure everything was caught up… it’s a good thing we were because I was behind all day. Most of the time it was 2 techs and 1 pharmacist. We desperately needed another person there. They are also installing a drive-up window; I don’t know how the hell they expect us to be able to manage that. I barely had time to even order products for tomorrow, and that was with me staying after!
What really pisses me off is that people will email my boss to accuse me of not doing enough work, but no one says anything when I do way more than I have to.
Fucking bitches.
Haven’t heard anything about Holland. I think tomorrow I’m going to call about it. There’s a position open in Lansing, but I don’t really want to move to Lansing.
Right after work Adam and I met Brian for sushi. Adam paid for mine but not Brian’s since Adam doesn’t like Brian anymore. I still do… Then we went to Barnes & Noble and came home. He studied some French and I played with my new mouse.
Adam’s rearranged his whole apartment it seems just so I can stay here. Unfortunately I still need to finish packing stuff away so this apartment doesn’t look like a refuge camp. I feel bad about that, but these past 2 weeks have been crazy. Especially with working at store 11, I come home and just want to zone out.
But anyway. Adam has been really good to me lately in making me feel welcome here and being a good friend.
I get to see Dino the end of this month. I’m very excited about that. I miss him so much.
Now I need to get some sleep.
Where are you, Zac? I miss you.
“So meet me by the bridge, meet me by the lane
When am I going to see that pretty face again
Meet me on the road, meet me where I said
Blame it all upon
A rush of blood to the head”
But most of the time I don’t like sleeping alone.
