I have had numerous requests lately about our infamous office affair. I did slack on updates, mostly because I lose interest and also I have such a short attention span on things.
Anyway, Cheater Girl and Cheater Guy broke up a few months ago. It happened, coincidentally, just after Cheater Guy got married. Fancy that! They seemed to be having difficulties before that anyway. They could be heard sniping at each other a lot just before his wedding. I'm not really sure what was wrong with their relationship or why Cheater Girl would be so upset. She, being already married anyway. They had such a beautiful thing going too. It's so sad to see relationships end prematurely.
One day after Cheater Guy had returned from his 2 week honeymoon, they were in the back of the office area in our little kitchen place and started yelling at each other. It was funny. Cheater Girl can get hysterical anyway, but this really got her going. She was yelling at him that he had promised (something) and the he was a liar and that she had treated him well yada yada yada.... She actually had too. She was always feeding him something or helping him get projects done. Occasionally he would mumble something back but we were too far away to hear him. We heard her just fine. They definitely went out in a blaze of glory. Soon after, he transferred to another position and he rarely comes into this building anymore.
The best part is that Cheater Girl found another 'diversion' rather quickly. A guy was hired that one of our co-workers swore had to be from North Jersey. (I believe he was from New Jersey somewhere.) She said he was so stereotypical of guys from there. He always wore these 70's looking, big collared shirts with the top 2-3 buttons unbuttoned. He never tucked his shirts in. They just hung down around his waist. His hair looked so much like John Travolta did in Saturday Night Fever that I wondered if he did it on purpose. He talked like he was a disco dude too. Always pointing and/or winking and saying "Hey man! How's it hangin?" Stuff like that. When our co-worker saw that he drove a beat up old Camaro, she was convinced that he was North Jersey. Karen, help us out here. Is this what you have to put up with?
The guy was strange. He was going through some kind of financial crisis and would sit and talk loudly on his phone to someone, presumably a lawyer, about his filing for bankruptcy. He would have loud arguments with his ex-wife about visitation and how he couldn't afford this and that. Totally broadcasting all his personal stuff in an area that has little to no privacy. Weird.
Soon Disco Dude and Cheater Girl were talking. Being 2 fairly unpopular people anyway, it was probably natural that they did. Next thing you see, she's taking loooong lunches with him and his Camaro. They are walking around the building for no real reason. They are huddled in one or the others' cube whispering and giggling. Cheater Girl, being the discreet intelligent babe she is, would sometimes mention in public that they had seen each other over the weekend. It was kinda gross.
Alas, that didn't last too long either. Disco Dude and Cheater Girl were in their boss' office one day and they were arguing with him about something. Then the boss started actually yelling at DD and told him he didn't want to hear his crap anymore. Next thing you know, Disco put in his notice and quickly disappeared from sight.
Cheater Girl is still here. She’s still the same obnoxious person. She just doesn’t talk much to anyone anymore. No one really minds either.
So there you have it. Sorry I was lax in updating all this. It probably would have been much better had I done it in real time. If anything like this ever happens again, I promise to try and be better about it.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
The Times, They Are A Changin
I guess I neglected to mention that I put in my notice last week at work. Yep, the 'Big Interview" I posted about back in September paid off. The new opportunity is too good to pass up, so next Wednesday will be my last day here. Personally, I think it's the suit. I only own one suit and every time I wear it for an interview, I get an offer. It's like a super-suit or something. Not like the Jackie Chan one, but just as good when it comes to interviews.
Things like this are happy & sad at the same time. I like what I do now. I love the people. It will be sad to go. I'm going to miss a lot of co-workers/friends at the old joint. I wasn't really looking to leave. They were looking for me.
But the new place is awesome and the opportunity for the future is far superior. The security is also more assured, which is a big thing with me. (Yes, the money is better too.)
This whole thing has me thinking about that rotten old saying 'All good things must come to an end'. I've mentioned before how I hate that saying. I just don't think it should be so, but it really is. For some time, working here was fun and the staff was great. But quite a few have left for whatever reason and it has changed quite a bit. It's a bummer.
Those kinds of changes happen with everything. Look at Blogger. There are a lot of missing persons there too. LZ, Ropemonkey, and most recently Grace (Gah!) have given up blogger. Many others are distracted or doing other things and don't post hardly at all. This time last year blogger was a happy, busy place.
I may end up like some of the old blog buds too. This job allows for lots of blog time but the new one probably won't. I could end up being a morning and evening only blogger. (With mornings being kinda iffy at best.)
See? Things change and not always for the better. So when I think of the new opportunity, which is a happy thing, I also think of the old place and how sad it is to leave. But thats always been my personality; never get so wound up in something new that you forget where you're from. Can we consider that a defect? Maybe.
But I really am excited about the new job. That thought seems to have gotten lost in this post somewhere.
Things like this are happy & sad at the same time. I like what I do now. I love the people. It will be sad to go. I'm going to miss a lot of co-workers/friends at the old joint. I wasn't really looking to leave. They were looking for me.
But the new place is awesome and the opportunity for the future is far superior. The security is also more assured, which is a big thing with me. (Yes, the money is better too.)
This whole thing has me thinking about that rotten old saying 'All good things must come to an end'. I've mentioned before how I hate that saying. I just don't think it should be so, but it really is. For some time, working here was fun and the staff was great. But quite a few have left for whatever reason and it has changed quite a bit. It's a bummer.
Those kinds of changes happen with everything. Look at Blogger. There are a lot of missing persons there too. LZ, Ropemonkey, and most recently Grace (Gah!) have given up blogger. Many others are distracted or doing other things and don't post hardly at all. This time last year blogger was a happy, busy place.
I may end up like some of the old blog buds too. This job allows for lots of blog time but the new one probably won't. I could end up being a morning and evening only blogger. (With mornings being kinda iffy at best.)
See? Things change and not always for the better. So when I think of the new opportunity, which is a happy thing, I also think of the old place and how sad it is to leave. But thats always been my personality; never get so wound up in something new that you forget where you're from. Can we consider that a defect? Maybe.
But I really am excited about the new job. That thought seems to have gotten lost in this post somewhere.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
BloodRayne
I came across this news accidentally. They made one of my favorite PS2 games into a movie. BloodRayne is an awesome game and it should be an awesome movie. Check out the trailer and other stuff here.
Kristanna Loken and Michelle Rodriguez star in it too. The news just gets better and better. ;)
C'mon January 6th!
Kristanna Loken and Michelle Rodriguez star in it too. The news just gets better and better. ;)
C'mon January 6th!
I Took Care Of It
For those of you ready for your morning commute, don't worry about all the jerk-off drivers today. They were all in front of me. I suffered through so you don't have to.
You're welcome.
You're welcome.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Fun Weekend - Not!
Once again, I am happy to be back at work. Other than going to a friend's surprise birthday party Saturday night, this weekend sucked. Weekends are supposed to make you sorry to go to work on Monday. I seem to get it ass-backwards a lot.
The stupid pipe that leaked all over my new carpet did much more damage than I thought. One entire half of the finished basement was totally ruined. I thought I could get away with taking the carpet up, replacing the padding and doing a good cleaning, but nope, of course it's not that easy. The dorks that installed the new carpet didn't remove the old padding that was glued down to the floor. (Which, btw, was already moldy and gross.) So, I spent the day yesterday tearing up my brand new carpet, scraping off the original padding (that they should have already removed) and getting the place ready for new flooring. Of course, we can't put carpet down unless we add extra padding since the other half of the room still has the double stuff under the remaining carpet. Besides, matching the original carpet has turned out to be an impossible task. With modern technology, one would think that colors would remain the same no matter what lot is produced. Nope. It doesn't work that way. I think I'm going to put a parque floor on that side of the room. I think it will look cool. Other than the expense, I think the room will look even better than before.
OK, enough crying. It could be worse. I could be in Florida with the latest hurricane or worse, have a disaster like the one Meritt's friends/family experienced this weekend. The family that lost their child has been in my thoughts constantly. You never know when disaster will strike I guess.
Well, isn't this the cheery post this morning? I think I'll quit while I'm behind.
It must be Monday.
The stupid pipe that leaked all over my new carpet did much more damage than I thought. One entire half of the finished basement was totally ruined. I thought I could get away with taking the carpet up, replacing the padding and doing a good cleaning, but nope, of course it's not that easy. The dorks that installed the new carpet didn't remove the old padding that was glued down to the floor. (Which, btw, was already moldy and gross.) So, I spent the day yesterday tearing up my brand new carpet, scraping off the original padding (that they should have already removed) and getting the place ready for new flooring. Of course, we can't put carpet down unless we add extra padding since the other half of the room still has the double stuff under the remaining carpet. Besides, matching the original carpet has turned out to be an impossible task. With modern technology, one would think that colors would remain the same no matter what lot is produced. Nope. It doesn't work that way. I think I'm going to put a parque floor on that side of the room. I think it will look cool. Other than the expense, I think the room will look even better than before.
OK, enough crying. It could be worse. I could be in Florida with the latest hurricane or worse, have a disaster like the one Meritt's friends/family experienced this weekend. The family that lost their child has been in my thoughts constantly. You never know when disaster will strike I guess.
Well, isn't this the cheery post this morning? I think I'll quit while I'm behind.
It must be Monday.
Saturday, October 22, 2005
BS Friday Answer
This one was fun. The thing is, I always incorporate some real stuff with some not so real stuff. The whole basic story is false. I lied a lot on this post.
There was a girl that transferred from catholic school in 8th grade who was beautiful. I did meet her a few years after school and she was still beautiful. She was always nice, however, and I never had reason to dislike her.
I have run into people since high school who have become exactly what I described in the story. I have shunned some. Some I've talked to. Some I've managed to insult and they seemed not to notice. Mostly, I just think some of those things and I'm fairly cordial. Mostly. ;)
Yes Grace, I do enjoy seeing the 'elite' from high school looking average (or below average) after real life catches up with them. There's some kind of justice there I think.
The one truth, as Spacebrain eluded to, is that I have a mean streak and I do enjoy it at times. I do also, as Meritt mentioned, have 'foot-in-mouth disease' pretty often. This story could happen, on a far lesser scale, I'm sure. Beergirl was right; to be able to turn the conversation all the right ways would be hard. Fun, but hard.
Now, back in the day when G and I were together, he had a way of using that type of wording with almost anybody. We played off of one another and could really do a number on an 'undesirable' or even on someone we liked. Of course, the wording would be turned around to flirting or something along those lines. No, I'm not bragging. It's sometimes embarrassing to think about, but that's what heavy drinking and a nasty/naughty mind can do.
Soon another G story will be posted. I had forgotten that I'm overdue for another one. Thanks to Yoj for the reminder. Also Meritt, I haven't forgotten your reminder. It's coming soon. I'm sorta tied up right now with a bit of a disaster at home. My brand new carpet in the basement (yes, the carpet that is about 1 month old) has been ruined. I'm waiting for the carpet guy right now to see what can be salvaged. Stupid ass copper pipes!
It's always something.
There was a girl that transferred from catholic school in 8th grade who was beautiful. I did meet her a few years after school and she was still beautiful. She was always nice, however, and I never had reason to dislike her.
I have run into people since high school who have become exactly what I described in the story. I have shunned some. Some I've talked to. Some I've managed to insult and they seemed not to notice. Mostly, I just think some of those things and I'm fairly cordial. Mostly. ;)
Yes Grace, I do enjoy seeing the 'elite' from high school looking average (or below average) after real life catches up with them. There's some kind of justice there I think.
The one truth, as Spacebrain eluded to, is that I have a mean streak and I do enjoy it at times. I do also, as Meritt mentioned, have 'foot-in-mouth disease' pretty often. This story could happen, on a far lesser scale, I'm sure. Beergirl was right; to be able to turn the conversation all the right ways would be hard. Fun, but hard.
Now, back in the day when G and I were together, he had a way of using that type of wording with almost anybody. We played off of one another and could really do a number on an 'undesirable' or even on someone we liked. Of course, the wording would be turned around to flirting or something along those lines. No, I'm not bragging. It's sometimes embarrassing to think about, but that's what heavy drinking and a nasty/naughty mind can do.
Soon another G story will be posted. I had forgotten that I'm overdue for another one. Thanks to Yoj for the reminder. Also Meritt, I haven't forgotten your reminder. It's coming soon. I'm sorta tied up right now with a bit of a disaster at home. My brand new carpet in the basement (yes, the carpet that is about 1 month old) has been ruined. I'm waiting for the carpet guy right now to see what can be salvaged. Stupid ass copper pipes!
It's always something.
Friday, October 21, 2005
BS Friday
Welcome to BS Friday. You know the routine, I'll write it, you tell me if it is truth or just plain old BS. This weeks edition is called "Revenge Is A Relative Thing"
I have a cruel streak. I think maybe everyone has the capability to be mean or cruel, but I like mine. Sometimes I embrace it and even have fun with it.
I laugh when someone falls down. I enjoy seeing celebrity divorces. I think it’s awesome when posers are exposed, like Jim Bakker and Milli Vanilli... oh and along those lines, Ashley Simpson. Sometimes I like to see bad things happen. I can’t help myself.
One time in particular I used this secret power for a bit of revenge. I ran into this woman that I knew from high school. I actually saw her in the mall and didn’t recognize her at first. When I did recognize her I thought I’d quickly go the other way. But after I got a better look, my cruel streak wouldn’t let me just walk away.
In school, she was one of the ‘Princesses’. Beautiful & popular, she seemed destined for some kind of special life. She had transferred into our class from Catholic school in Jr. high, 8th grade. Everyone immediately went ga ga over her. Beautiful blond hair and blue eyes. A well developed physique already. (That just got better as we progressed in grades too.) She was athletic and naturally was a cheerleader. She also got to be one of the more stuck up people in school. Her goal in life was to be a famous model or movie star. She just knew she would make it big. Everyone thought she would too.
I remember that I used to talk with her a lot since we had a lot of classes together. I thought we were friends but at some point in 10th grade (the first year in senior high) she decided that I wasn’t ‘her type’ anymore. She blew me off and never spoke to me much at all. She told everybody that she just couldn’t be seen with someone who ‘lived in that part of town’. Yeah, we weren’t well off but there was no sense in being like that. At least she could have kept that opinion to herself. In my mind it was “goodbye fake friend, hello shit list”.
Now there she was, right in front of me, and she was all fat, double chinned, waddling down the Mall hallway, dragging a kid around and married to her loser high school boyfriend, the grease monkey mechanic. Pure glamour. I had to say hello. ;)
She came right for me and moved to give me a hug. When she did, I intentionally let out a huge exhale and said “Whoa, you’re gonna crush me.” She laughed and we talked for a while. She told me it was great to see me and asked the usual questions, where do you work? Are you married? Have you seen anyone from school? The usual crap. I mentioned that I never got to see anyone from school, blah blah blah. Here is some of the conversation:
Her: “How have you been?”
Me: “Great. I never get to see anyone from school, especially someone of your stature. It's a biiig deal to see you.”
Her: “Aww, that’s nice.”
Me: “No really, I don’t’ come here much. It’s a fat chance in hell that we would meet. This is a pretty heavy moment for me.”
Her: “Thanks. It’s good to see you too. You look good.”
Me: “Thanks. You... er, um, look... um different somehow. I can’t figure it out.”
Her: “Oh, I think I’m basically the same as in school.”
Me: “No, there’s a big change in you. I’m just not sure what it is I’m seeing.”
Her: “Maybe it’s my hair. It’s shorter now.”
Me: “Maybe. I dunno, but there’s a biig change on you.”
Her: “It’s my hair. I finally changed the style after all those years of having it the same way.”
Me: “Well, I guess you outgrew that style.”
Her: “Yeah, it was time to grow up a little.”
Me: “Yep, looks like you did a good job of growing.”
Just then her kid piped up and asked who I was. I looked over and about cracked up. The kid had a huuuge overbite. I think she could have eaten a Big Mac through a picket fence. Wow! I mentioned that I knew her mama up until the 10th grade. Then I asked her if she liked Big Macs. She laughed and said she loved McDonald’s fries. So I said “I’ll bet your Mama loooves Big Macs, doesn’t she?” She laughed and said she really really did. I almost lost it again. I looked at her Mom and said “We all need to be Super-sized sometimes, eh?”
Then her Husband walked up. He stopped for a minute and when he recognized me he shook my hand and said the usual pleasantries. I was stunned. Here was Joe Jock, the love of all the high school babes, super-sized himself with almost no hair left on his head! He had this little tiny streak from ear to ear, but nothing else. Just a nice shiny head.
As we chatted I mentioned that his kid had taken a shine to me and that I had heard he had a fat career in spare tires and stuff. He laughed and told me all about how he was still working for his Dad at the shop and yada yada yada… I asked if he still played ball but he said that he couldn’t what with work and all the family stuff. He winked and said “You know, gotta keep the woman satisfied”. I laughed and said I bet he liked to roll around with her still.
Soon I said my goodbyes and told them I was happy to see they had a well rounded family and all. As I walked away with a smirk on my face I realized that most of that had just flown over their heads. But I had just had a great time. I felt satisfied.
Maybe this isn’t as cruel as some things. But I really had a good time with it.
I have a cruel streak. I think maybe everyone has the capability to be mean or cruel, but I like mine. Sometimes I embrace it and even have fun with it.
I laugh when someone falls down. I enjoy seeing celebrity divorces. I think it’s awesome when posers are exposed, like Jim Bakker and Milli Vanilli... oh and along those lines, Ashley Simpson. Sometimes I like to see bad things happen. I can’t help myself.
One time in particular I used this secret power for a bit of revenge. I ran into this woman that I knew from high school. I actually saw her in the mall and didn’t recognize her at first. When I did recognize her I thought I’d quickly go the other way. But after I got a better look, my cruel streak wouldn’t let me just walk away.
In school, she was one of the ‘Princesses’. Beautiful & popular, she seemed destined for some kind of special life. She had transferred into our class from Catholic school in Jr. high, 8th grade. Everyone immediately went ga ga over her. Beautiful blond hair and blue eyes. A well developed physique already. (That just got better as we progressed in grades too.) She was athletic and naturally was a cheerleader. She also got to be one of the more stuck up people in school. Her goal in life was to be a famous model or movie star. She just knew she would make it big. Everyone thought she would too.
I remember that I used to talk with her a lot since we had a lot of classes together. I thought we were friends but at some point in 10th grade (the first year in senior high) she decided that I wasn’t ‘her type’ anymore. She blew me off and never spoke to me much at all. She told everybody that she just couldn’t be seen with someone who ‘lived in that part of town’. Yeah, we weren’t well off but there was no sense in being like that. At least she could have kept that opinion to herself. In my mind it was “goodbye fake friend, hello shit list”.
Now there she was, right in front of me, and she was all fat, double chinned, waddling down the Mall hallway, dragging a kid around and married to her loser high school boyfriend, the grease monkey mechanic. Pure glamour. I had to say hello. ;)
She came right for me and moved to give me a hug. When she did, I intentionally let out a huge exhale and said “Whoa, you’re gonna crush me.” She laughed and we talked for a while. She told me it was great to see me and asked the usual questions, where do you work? Are you married? Have you seen anyone from school? The usual crap. I mentioned that I never got to see anyone from school, blah blah blah. Here is some of the conversation:
Her: “How have you been?”
Me: “Great. I never get to see anyone from school, especially someone of your stature. It's a biiig deal to see you.”
Her: “Aww, that’s nice.”
Me: “No really, I don’t’ come here much. It’s a fat chance in hell that we would meet. This is a pretty heavy moment for me.”
Her: “Thanks. It’s good to see you too. You look good.”
Me: “Thanks. You... er, um, look... um different somehow. I can’t figure it out.”
Her: “Oh, I think I’m basically the same as in school.”
Me: “No, there’s a big change in you. I’m just not sure what it is I’m seeing.”
Her: “Maybe it’s my hair. It’s shorter now.”
Me: “Maybe. I dunno, but there’s a biig change on you.”
Her: “It’s my hair. I finally changed the style after all those years of having it the same way.”
Me: “Well, I guess you outgrew that style.”
Her: “Yeah, it was time to grow up a little.”
Me: “Yep, looks like you did a good job of growing.”
Just then her kid piped up and asked who I was. I looked over and about cracked up. The kid had a huuuge overbite. I think she could have eaten a Big Mac through a picket fence. Wow! I mentioned that I knew her mama up until the 10th grade. Then I asked her if she liked Big Macs. She laughed and said she loved McDonald’s fries. So I said “I’ll bet your Mama loooves Big Macs, doesn’t she?” She laughed and said she really really did. I almost lost it again. I looked at her Mom and said “We all need to be Super-sized sometimes, eh?”
Then her Husband walked up. He stopped for a minute and when he recognized me he shook my hand and said the usual pleasantries. I was stunned. Here was Joe Jock, the love of all the high school babes, super-sized himself with almost no hair left on his head! He had this little tiny streak from ear to ear, but nothing else. Just a nice shiny head.
As we chatted I mentioned that his kid had taken a shine to me and that I had heard he had a fat career in spare tires and stuff. He laughed and told me all about how he was still working for his Dad at the shop and yada yada yada… I asked if he still played ball but he said that he couldn’t what with work and all the family stuff. He winked and said “You know, gotta keep the woman satisfied”. I laughed and said I bet he liked to roll around with her still.
Soon I said my goodbyes and told them I was happy to see they had a well rounded family and all. As I walked away with a smirk on my face I realized that most of that had just flown over their heads. But I had just had a great time. I felt satisfied.
Maybe this isn’t as cruel as some things. But I really had a good time with it.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
More Hilarity
Let's smile some more. Here are some actual newspaper headlines that are too funny to believe. (These are real. I didn't make them up.)
Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says
Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers
Iraqi Head Seeks Arms
Is There a Ring of Debris Around Uranus?
Prostitutes Appeal to Pope
Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
Teacher Strikes Idle Kids
Miners Refuse to Work After Death
Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant
War Dims Hope for Peace
If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last a While
Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures
Enfield (London) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide
Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges
Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead
Man Struck by Lightning Faces Battery Charge
New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group
Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft
Kids Make Nutritious Snacks
Chef Throws His Heart Into Helping Feed Needy
Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half
Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors
Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says
Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers
Iraqi Head Seeks Arms
Is There a Ring of Debris Around Uranus?
Prostitutes Appeal to Pope
Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over
Teacher Strikes Idle Kids
Miners Refuse to Work After Death
Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant
War Dims Hope for Peace
If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last a While
Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures
Enfield (London) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide
Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges
Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead
Man Struck by Lightning Faces Battery Charge
New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group
Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft
Kids Make Nutritious Snacks
Chef Throws His Heart Into Helping Feed Needy
Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half
Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Sad News
With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week.
Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey," died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin.
They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.
Shut up. You know it's funny.
Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey," died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin.
They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.
Shut up. You know it's funny.
How Will You Die And Why?
I got this cool, weird quiz from Awna. It's a little freaky but I like it. ;)
Your death will be murder....Most likely because
your a very social person and everyone knows
you, but there is one person lurking in the
shadows that is so jealous of you or is so
obsessed they end up killing you...There are
many ways of being murdered...it depends on the
person, but your death will either be slow and
painful (like being stabed to death) or quiek
and painless (like a gunshot to the head).
How Will You Die And Why? .:Beautiful Dark Pics:.
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Your death will be murder....Most likely because
your a very social person and everyone knows
you, but there is one person lurking in the
shadows that is so jealous of you or is so
obsessed they end up killing you...There are
many ways of being murdered...it depends on the
person, but your death will either be slow and
painful (like being stabed to death) or quiek
and painless (like a gunshot to the head).
How Will You Die And Why? .:Beautiful Dark Pics:.
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Schmoopy Post Time
Here's the promised Schmoopy Post. I had to change the name of the person who inspired this so don't take that as real, but the feelings at the time were very real. Try not to cry too much. Also, keep a puke bucket handy. It may be needed.
A Vision...
... I’m standing in the middle of a long, long road. Don’t know how I got there. Don’t know where I’m going. Brains all foggy. Little bit confused. Feeling rung out.
I start looking around. As I look to the right, I see shapes along the road. Shapes that become clearer as my focus improves. That is the way I had come. That is what’s behind me. My past.
I start to look at where I’ve been. I see everything. Some hills that were tough to climb. Some valleys that were pretty deep. Some dark spots. Some bright spots. Some spots where I must have backtracked a bit. Some places where the footprints just go in circles.
As I stand mesmerized, I look back and see one very bright spot. A spot I remember well. And I smile. A giant toothy smile that threatens to crack my face. The spot is covered with Kristina. Everywhere there is the sight, sound, smell, feel and wonder of Kristina. I realize there are now tears on my face. That bright spot is the day my Kristina joined me on my road.
It’s easy to see this spot in the long road. After the day Kris shows up, the road becomes much smoother. The road becomes brighter and the hills and valleys are much easier to traverse. It’s easy to see when the light is so good.
It’s so bright it tempts me to go back, for just a little while. I turn for just a moment and feel the warmth of that bright day. That Kristina day. I close my eyes and bask in the warmth of it. I draw strength from it. I breathe better. I feel whole.
But I know I can’t go back, so I turn to the left. This direction is the right direction. The way into tomorrow. I’m drawn back to the Kristina day, but there is no going back.
As I look ahead, I see there before me the same smooth, bright road. The Kristina road. And I see that I don’t need to go back. That my love is waiting for me to continue on the road. Not alone, but together. There is no impatience in her eyes. Just understanding. Understanding that a dreamer like me can make the road rougher than it needs to be. The beautiful smile draws me in. The warm hand in mine renews my strength. No more brain fog. No more confusion. No more rung out feeling.
As we move on together, the road becomes brighter. The way is easier. I don’t know how I ever got so far without my Kris, but I know for sure, I won’t be on this road again without her.
I glance back once more at the past. It’s nice to look, but life must be lived forward. I turn again to the future. No longer lonely. No longer afraid. No longer lost. And I whisper a quick prayer of thanks for my Kristina as we move on.
A Vision...
... I’m standing in the middle of a long, long road. Don’t know how I got there. Don’t know where I’m going. Brains all foggy. Little bit confused. Feeling rung out.
I start looking around. As I look to the right, I see shapes along the road. Shapes that become clearer as my focus improves. That is the way I had come. That is what’s behind me. My past.
I start to look at where I’ve been. I see everything. Some hills that were tough to climb. Some valleys that were pretty deep. Some dark spots. Some bright spots. Some spots where I must have backtracked a bit. Some places where the footprints just go in circles.
As I stand mesmerized, I look back and see one very bright spot. A spot I remember well. And I smile. A giant toothy smile that threatens to crack my face. The spot is covered with Kristina. Everywhere there is the sight, sound, smell, feel and wonder of Kristina. I realize there are now tears on my face. That bright spot is the day my Kristina joined me on my road.
It’s easy to see this spot in the long road. After the day Kris shows up, the road becomes much smoother. The road becomes brighter and the hills and valleys are much easier to traverse. It’s easy to see when the light is so good.
It’s so bright it tempts me to go back, for just a little while. I turn for just a moment and feel the warmth of that bright day. That Kristina day. I close my eyes and bask in the warmth of it. I draw strength from it. I breathe better. I feel whole.
But I know I can’t go back, so I turn to the left. This direction is the right direction. The way into tomorrow. I’m drawn back to the Kristina day, but there is no going back.
As I look ahead, I see there before me the same smooth, bright road. The Kristina road. And I see that I don’t need to go back. That my love is waiting for me to continue on the road. Not alone, but together. There is no impatience in her eyes. Just understanding. Understanding that a dreamer like me can make the road rougher than it needs to be. The beautiful smile draws me in. The warm hand in mine renews my strength. No more brain fog. No more confusion. No more rung out feeling.
As we move on together, the road becomes brighter. The way is easier. I don’t know how I ever got so far without my Kris, but I know for sure, I won’t be on this road again without her.
I glance back once more at the past. It’s nice to look, but life must be lived forward. I turn again to the future. No longer lonely. No longer afraid. No longer lost. And I whisper a quick prayer of thanks for my Kristina as we move on.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Weird Night
This is definitely a weird night. Not that it's bad or anything. Just weird.
I've been looking through my 'choice cheese' file for something appropriate to post tomorrow. I was thinking, "A Schmoopy Post shouldn't be too hard to come up with." It wasn't. For many years I wrote everything I saw and felt into journals, notebooks, on envelopes and napkins. I just recorded everything. Poems. feelings, reactions, song lyrics, everything I felt and saw most of the time was written down. It's all that stuff I came across that put me into this weird place.
If you've ever kept a journal and gone back to read what was in it, you know where my head is right now. I have writing materials from as far back as 25 years. It's funny to read them. I remember the people and the moments and they bring back all the feelings too. Probably not as vivid as the original time, I'm sure, but they are still there.
I'm having a kick-ass time reading this stuff. Memories that are good, bad, awesome, horrible, whatever. It's all good. Good because I can remember them all still. I also remember those times when I was a true blue emotional, no holds barred caring person. I wish I could say I was still that guy. I'm not.
I remember being younger and swearing that this world would not get to me. I despised those 'jaded jerks' I saw walking around lost in their own stuff. Oblivious to anyone else's stuff. Now when I read these recorded moments in time I realize I am one of those jaded ones. Lost in my own stuff. Just what I didn't want to be. Pretty much what most young, emotional, caring people swear they won't allow themselves to be.
Weird thoughts for a Tuesday evening, eh? Ah well, I sure am glad I kept all those moments. Sometimes we really need to see who we were and where we were to realize what we are now. Sometimes the revelations aren't so good. Sometimes they just are what they are.
I miss that guy. I think a lot of him is still in here somewhere. I wonder at how I allowed him to get so buried in all the "I-me-my" crap. I think that's what they call growing up. It's also why I despise having to face growing up. I do have a tendency to fight it. Pretty hard sometimes. From the looks of my recorded past, I am losing.
I think it's good to recognize the truth sometimes. I sure am glad I kept that stuff.
I've been looking through my 'choice cheese' file for something appropriate to post tomorrow. I was thinking, "A Schmoopy Post shouldn't be too hard to come up with." It wasn't. For many years I wrote everything I saw and felt into journals, notebooks, on envelopes and napkins. I just recorded everything. Poems. feelings, reactions, song lyrics, everything I felt and saw most of the time was written down. It's all that stuff I came across that put me into this weird place.
If you've ever kept a journal and gone back to read what was in it, you know where my head is right now. I have writing materials from as far back as 25 years. It's funny to read them. I remember the people and the moments and they bring back all the feelings too. Probably not as vivid as the original time, I'm sure, but they are still there.
I'm having a kick-ass time reading this stuff. Memories that are good, bad, awesome, horrible, whatever. It's all good. Good because I can remember them all still. I also remember those times when I was a true blue emotional, no holds barred caring person. I wish I could say I was still that guy. I'm not.
I remember being younger and swearing that this world would not get to me. I despised those 'jaded jerks' I saw walking around lost in their own stuff. Oblivious to anyone else's stuff. Now when I read these recorded moments in time I realize I am one of those jaded ones. Lost in my own stuff. Just what I didn't want to be. Pretty much what most young, emotional, caring people swear they won't allow themselves to be.
Weird thoughts for a Tuesday evening, eh? Ah well, I sure am glad I kept all those moments. Sometimes we really need to see who we were and where we were to realize what we are now. Sometimes the revelations aren't so good. Sometimes they just are what they are.
I miss that guy. I think a lot of him is still in here somewhere. I wonder at how I allowed him to get so buried in all the "I-me-my" crap. I think that's what they call growing up. It's also why I despise having to face growing up. I do have a tendency to fight it. Pretty hard sometimes. From the looks of my recorded past, I am losing.
I think it's good to recognize the truth sometimes. I sure am glad I kept that stuff.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Ropemonkey? Ropemonkey?
Has anyone seen Ropemonkey's blog? It seems to have disappeared.
Ropemonkey? Bueller? Ropemonkey?
Ropemonkey? Bueller? Ropemonkey?
Some Thoughts I Had Today...
.....and I'm sharing them with you.
How come men don't wear those cool old style hats anymore? Like in the 30's, 40's & 50's. I would like that look. Maybe a fedora every now and then.
I think other drivers should stay off the road when I'm driving. That would definitely help my demeaner.
Are Jennifer Love Hewitt's boobs real?
Why do the behemoths at work have to hold meetings on the stairs? It's annoying trying to squeeze around them. Roll somewhere else please.
How does anyone eat stewed tomatoes? Those things start out looking like puke.
Why is that 'stop ahead' warning 20’ from the stop? Genius.
Hello ex-sweetie. Glad to see you got that car you always talked about. That makes me smile.
Why does it hurt when I pee?
(Just kidding about that one. I was actually thinking about Frank Zappa music.)
WTF is a Hokie? Does it mean that everyone who goes to Virginia Tech. is a phony?
Welcome to my mind. ;)
How come men don't wear those cool old style hats anymore? Like in the 30's, 40's & 50's. I would like that look. Maybe a fedora every now and then.
I think other drivers should stay off the road when I'm driving. That would definitely help my demeaner.
Are Jennifer Love Hewitt's boobs real?
Why do the behemoths at work have to hold meetings on the stairs? It's annoying trying to squeeze around them. Roll somewhere else please.
How does anyone eat stewed tomatoes? Those things start out looking like puke.
Why is that 'stop ahead' warning 20’ from the stop? Genius.
Hello ex-sweetie. Glad to see you got that car you always talked about. That makes me smile.
Why does it hurt when I pee?
(Just kidding about that one. I was actually thinking about Frank Zappa music.)
WTF is a Hokie? Does it mean that everyone who goes to Virginia Tech. is a phony?
Welcome to my mind. ;)
It's Monday Already
Say that again using Eeyore's voice. OK, now you've got it right. That's the proper Monday feeling.
The weekends are always too short. I vote for mandatory 3-day weekends from now on.
Not much to say this morning. Sorry for wasting your time.
One thing, Wednesday will be Schmoopy Post Day. I didn't have time over the weekend to contact everyone who said they wanted to do it, so I think we need a couple of days to get our Schmoops on before posting. The players who said they wanted to do a post were:
Peachy
Beergirl
Jody (I think she was in)
Yoj
Jen H. (are you in?)
Summer
Saurabh (He's a pro at this)
Grace (weren't you volunteering?)
Antone else feeling like they want to do a Schmoopy Post, be it real or whatever, feel free to join in. There is no pre-determined form. Just a poem, a letter - whatever.
The first Sex Poll is finally posted. (Right sidebar) The topic of sex was overwhelmingly voted for (surprise) and the amount of e-mails with suggestions were so varied I think I will have to do several different types of Polls just for this topic. I think I'll do the old "who, what, where (already done this week), when, why & how" deal. Looks like we'll be talking sex for several weeks to come.
OK, enough wasting space. Let's get this week headed toward the next weekend.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
BS Friday Answer
Here is the long awaited answer to yesterday’s BS Friday story. OK, maybe not long awaited. How about highly anticipated? No? Hmm... how about eagerly awaited? No? How about “just get on with it”? OK, sounds good.
The BS Friday story is true. All true, even the sniffing parts Peachy. :) To this day I still can’t resist Loves Baby Soft. Any woman wearing that already has a chance with me. (For what that’s worth anyway.)
It’s true what they say; you never forget your first love. Cindy wasn’t my first girlfriend but she was my first love. They also say that you never love like that again. I think maybe that’s somewhere close to true.
OK, now that we are all mushy and stuff, everyone who wanted to do a Schmoopy Post, which day should we pick? I’m thinking either Sunday or Monday. I can’t today. Busy day on the way. Hey, that rhymed. I’m already working on my poetry.
I think there should be no rules to the Schmoopy Post either. It could be a poem, a little ditty, a letter, whatever. Just so it’s Schmoopy.
Lemme know via comments your ideas/interest. We’ll get it going. Have a great weekend everyone.
*BTW CL, her name was Cindy Lou also. ;)
The BS Friday story is true. All true, even the sniffing parts Peachy. :) To this day I still can’t resist Loves Baby Soft. Any woman wearing that already has a chance with me. (For what that’s worth anyway.)
It’s true what they say; you never forget your first love. Cindy wasn’t my first girlfriend but she was my first love. They also say that you never love like that again. I think maybe that’s somewhere close to true.
OK, now that we are all mushy and stuff, everyone who wanted to do a Schmoopy Post, which day should we pick? I’m thinking either Sunday or Monday. I can’t today. Busy day on the way. Hey, that rhymed. I’m already working on my poetry.
I think there should be no rules to the Schmoopy Post either. It could be a poem, a little ditty, a letter, whatever. Just so it’s Schmoopy.
Lemme know via comments your ideas/interest. We’ll get it going. Have a great weekend everyone.
*BTW CL, her name was Cindy Lou also. ;)
Friday, October 14, 2005
Question Of The Day
I got to thinking about the weird names famous couples are given by the Paparazzi like Bennifer, TomKat and Brangelina. This makes me wonder what mine would be if the press was interested in my relationship.
It would be something like Bicci or Robicci or, using my blog name, Yicci, which is hilarious.
So here's the question; What would you & your significant other's Paparazzi name be?
Or what would you and your dream man/woman's Paparazzi name be?
It would be something like Bicci or Robicci or, using my blog name, Yicci, which is hilarious.
So here's the question; What would you & your significant other's Paparazzi name be?
Or what would you and your dream man/woman's Paparazzi name be?
BS Friday
Welcome to BS Friday. I'll write it, you decide if it's true or just plain old BS. Today's story is called "You don't stink so bad!"
I remember my high school sweetheart very well. A lot of people remember theirs too, but not very vividly. My memories won't go away. You see, when I was reading a post on Meritt's blog I was reminded of the scent "Loves Baby Soft". This of course reminded me of my high school sweetheart because that is the only perfume she would wear. I started out liking it very much and then it became my absolute favorite. So did she.
Her name was Cindy and she was not the typical YB crush. That is to say I didn't pursue her for looks. Although she was pretty, she was not they type that guys went crazy over. Actually, she was the 'the girl next door' type. (Maybe Beergirl was right about that being my preference.) We were in the same homeroom from 10th grade until we graduated. Sometime in the middle of 10th grade, she decided she liked me. A lot. Me, being me, well I was totally oblivious. We would go to parties and to football games and dances and she would always be around. I never noticed she was always around. Always calling. Always asking what I would be doing this day and that day.... OK, so I can be dense as a rock.
Then one day her best friend, who had been my friend for a very long time, asked me what was wrong with me. Why didn't I like Cindy? Of course I told her I liked her just fine. Then she made it clear that 'like' meant 'like'. OK, now I'm getting it. After hearing her tell me of the frustration Cindy was having trying to get through to me, I naturally started seeing her differently. I kept trying to decide if I 'liked' her too. At least enough to give it a go. It took a while. I've never been big on commitments.
One night we were at a school dance thing and she came over and asked me to dance. We went out on the floor and naturally it was a slow dance. We chatted a little and I started having one of those high school boys’ moments. The kind where your hormones started taking over your brain. So I backed off a little. She stopped and asked what was wrong so I decided I didn't want to hurt her feelings and pulled her closer again. I held her close and when I did I smelled her perfume. Loves Baby Soft. I loved it. I don't know if that was the breaking point for my brain or what but I remember that moment vividly. It was when I decided I liked her too. Liked her. That perfume broke down the defenses and sent those boy hormones racing through my system. Before the night was over we had our first make out session and the game was on.
We ended up being inseparable for months. Even through the Summer. We did everything together and all through it the Loves Baby Soft was there. She even had some of it for washing clothes. I remember being so glad that I had caved and decided on a steady girlfriend. She was my best friend and more. But all good things must come to an end.
After almost a year of this relationship, Cindy didn't come to school one day. Then she didn't come a second day. She didn't call. She didn't return my calls. Then she contacted me through our mutual friend and told me she was scared to go on with our relationship. That she felt we were too close. I remember thinking, "Well, aren't we supposed to be close?" For about a week she left it at that. A total YB block out. It was so aggravating. Soon I was pissed. Then another week went by where she just wanted to talk over the phone, not get together. I was even pissier.
Then, after a third week she decided she was wrong and that she shouldn't feel so scared and that she needed me back blah blah blah.... That's when I decided I didn't need to hear that crap. I had had enough. My first real sweetheart had screwed me over and hurt me for what I perceived as being no reason at all. I wanted nothing to do with that scene. That's what I told her too.
Now there were copious amounts of tears and demanded explanations and all the crap that goes with a woman scorned. Didn't matter to me anymore. I wanted to believe she was sincere but it just wasn't in me to be able to. So we parted ways.
We ended up being casual friends after a few months but we talked very little. I remember one day I was walking down the hall and I saw her at her locker talking with friends. I got this lump in my throat and just walked up to her, leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Then I put my nose at her ear and took a deep sniff of her perfume and walked away. I was told she shed a few tears but I never saw them.
By our senior year, we were almost back to being the same as before 'the great boyfriend/girlfriend experiment'. I remember I would stop by her desk or at her locker and lean in just for a sniff of the Loves Baby Soft. She always knew what I was doing. Sometimes she'd stop by my desk and lean down, putting her neck right near my face so I could get a good whiff. We never got back together in any sort of relationship kind of way. But every time I would smell that perfume I would think of her. No matter when or where, to this day, I get a little melancholy when I smell Loves Baby Soft.
I hope she's doing OK, wherever she is now.
I remember my high school sweetheart very well. A lot of people remember theirs too, but not very vividly. My memories won't go away. You see, when I was reading a post on Meritt's blog I was reminded of the scent "Loves Baby Soft". This of course reminded me of my high school sweetheart because that is the only perfume she would wear. I started out liking it very much and then it became my absolute favorite. So did she.
Her name was Cindy and she was not the typical YB crush. That is to say I didn't pursue her for looks. Although she was pretty, she was not they type that guys went crazy over. Actually, she was the 'the girl next door' type. (Maybe Beergirl was right about that being my preference.) We were in the same homeroom from 10th grade until we graduated. Sometime in the middle of 10th grade, she decided she liked me. A lot. Me, being me, well I was totally oblivious. We would go to parties and to football games and dances and she would always be around. I never noticed she was always around. Always calling. Always asking what I would be doing this day and that day.... OK, so I can be dense as a rock.
Then one day her best friend, who had been my friend for a very long time, asked me what was wrong with me. Why didn't I like Cindy? Of course I told her I liked her just fine. Then she made it clear that 'like' meant 'like'. OK, now I'm getting it. After hearing her tell me of the frustration Cindy was having trying to get through to me, I naturally started seeing her differently. I kept trying to decide if I 'liked' her too. At least enough to give it a go. It took a while. I've never been big on commitments.
One night we were at a school dance thing and she came over and asked me to dance. We went out on the floor and naturally it was a slow dance. We chatted a little and I started having one of those high school boys’ moments. The kind where your hormones started taking over your brain. So I backed off a little. She stopped and asked what was wrong so I decided I didn't want to hurt her feelings and pulled her closer again. I held her close and when I did I smelled her perfume. Loves Baby Soft. I loved it. I don't know if that was the breaking point for my brain or what but I remember that moment vividly. It was when I decided I liked her too. Liked her. That perfume broke down the defenses and sent those boy hormones racing through my system. Before the night was over we had our first make out session and the game was on.
We ended up being inseparable for months. Even through the Summer. We did everything together and all through it the Loves Baby Soft was there. She even had some of it for washing clothes. I remember being so glad that I had caved and decided on a steady girlfriend. She was my best friend and more. But all good things must come to an end.
After almost a year of this relationship, Cindy didn't come to school one day. Then she didn't come a second day. She didn't call. She didn't return my calls. Then she contacted me through our mutual friend and told me she was scared to go on with our relationship. That she felt we were too close. I remember thinking, "Well, aren't we supposed to be close?" For about a week she left it at that. A total YB block out. It was so aggravating. Soon I was pissed. Then another week went by where she just wanted to talk over the phone, not get together. I was even pissier.
Then, after a third week she decided she was wrong and that she shouldn't feel so scared and that she needed me back blah blah blah.... That's when I decided I didn't need to hear that crap. I had had enough. My first real sweetheart had screwed me over and hurt me for what I perceived as being no reason at all. I wanted nothing to do with that scene. That's what I told her too.
Now there were copious amounts of tears and demanded explanations and all the crap that goes with a woman scorned. Didn't matter to me anymore. I wanted to believe she was sincere but it just wasn't in me to be able to. So we parted ways.
We ended up being casual friends after a few months but we talked very little. I remember one day I was walking down the hall and I saw her at her locker talking with friends. I got this lump in my throat and just walked up to her, leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Then I put my nose at her ear and took a deep sniff of her perfume and walked away. I was told she shed a few tears but I never saw them.
By our senior year, we were almost back to being the same as before 'the great boyfriend/girlfriend experiment'. I remember I would stop by her desk or at her locker and lean in just for a sniff of the Loves Baby Soft. She always knew what I was doing. Sometimes she'd stop by my desk and lean down, putting her neck right near my face so I could get a good whiff. We never got back together in any sort of relationship kind of way. But every time I would smell that perfume I would think of her. No matter when or where, to this day, I get a little melancholy when I smell Loves Baby Soft.
I hope she's doing OK, wherever she is now.
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