Boyz II Men concert was mega. Considering it was a few days ago now, it’s still fresh in my head. Obviously, the group isn’t the exact same as I remembered them back in the day when their songs shot arrows through the hearts of many, but they are magic live. Still, if the missing member Michael didn’t have some disabling sickness, his part in the group would be the only thing that would make them better.
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Einraged. Incredibly einraged.
The situation: I sit near the door in my cubicle at work. The receptionist door is about a 30 second walk away, so every once in a while i’ll get someone douche bag enough who thinks they’re important enough to interrupt whateaver work a stranger (me) is doing, to make me get up and let their fuck hole asses in. Usually, this isn’t a large problem, even though they could turn around and waddle to get a guest pass for the day, because really it’s only 10 seconds out of my day and the only annoying part is that it breaks my train of thought.
Today, however, crazy-stupid-bitch-whore-dingy-cunt-cotton-swab woman knocks on the door. I’m coding. I’m busy and deep in my train of thought. She knocks yet again, harder.. and again! So i finally get up to let her in, obviously disgrunted, and to make it worse, as i get there she is in mid motion of taking out her security card to unlock the door. What the fuck, whore. Stupid woman was fumbling with her [name brand] purse in one hand and a stupid chocolate milk in the other. GAWD.
I’ve made plans to fuck with her mind hide her keyboard/unplug her shit tonight.
Oh. I only used blackula because “fuck you coworker” sounds less hateful.
So that’s the understatement of the century. Everything is different: noses, mouths, eyes. I even have to be careful how i shade you.. because it could come out looking like a freaking beard. I will try harder next time.
(read: your bits and pieces are much too hard, lol)
My thoughts go out to your family and friends. I only knew you briefly, good sir, and it’s a shame I didn’t get a chance to to know you well. Your friends loved you a lot and will carry your memory on.
Busted out the tablet again and started to sketch a friend. Something is wrong with this one.. oh well, hopefully #2 will look closer. I’ve always had trouble drawing real people. Cartoon versions of feces and/or objects.. sure. Cartoon people? Say hello to disproportionate body parts.
Note: not my pants.
There’s a simple recipe that I’ve perfected since living on my own that I’d like to share with you all. It probably differs slightly from person to person, but I have a 3 step process that will take you from cranky to calm quite quickly:
1. Go to one’s favourite spot (mine happens to be my bed) in the house to relax.
2. Immediately disrobe until all that is left is one’s underwear (preferable boxers) and undershirt (white, tag-less). *
3. Inhale deeply, and exhale making an audible “aaaaauuugghhh” noise.
* If you don’t own a pair of men’s boxers and/or undershirt, you may substitute with nudity or sliced bread.
Sadly, the only caveat to my plan for a successful comforting of one’s self, is the fact that it requires me to be at home doing nothing. I wish it were more like Instant Noodles where I could just douse myself with a cup of hot water and I’d feel at ease. I guess even if that were the case, not only would my roomie find me even more extremely weird, but my coworkers wouldn’t appreciate a half naked, wet guy groaning throughout the day.
D’oh.
Oh, mine was much less fancy than this. Google images made this particular meal.
Alright, so this isn’t officially the first meal I’ve cooked on my own, but it is the first meal I’ve cooked on my own from scratch in this apartment. You’d think because of my ethnicity and 100% solidarity when choosing “asian” in the age old, slightly racist, meal time question “white or asian?” I’d make something like beef and broccolli, or sweet and sour pork.. pho even.
But, I did not. I made fried fish. Romo, you’re not the only Pilipinong up in this hizouse.
Sadly, it wasn’t ultra flip fish, just salmon. And rice. Setting off the fire alarm was also like having a poorly DJ’d party in my kitchen. Still, so good in my belleh.
I just paid my bills for the last month.5 and I’m negative. Considering I bought a tv and xbox plus some other random shit, i suppose it isn’t the end of the world.
This post isn’t really about money, it’s about games. I’ve been playing xbox religiously everyday after work for like the last week. It’s for a few hrs before i sleep, and it’s not as much as my SNES Chrono Trigger days, but damn is it a lot of time. I just picked up this game called Tales of Vesperia that was just released on the 27th here and it is so fucking confusing. I’m not used this new-school gaming where theres 1001 things to a battle system. I’m only used to magic + attributes. This game has magic + attributes + formation + real time crazyness + synthesizing + post-battle-cooking + combos + finishing moves + auto-strategy + personal calls to players you can’t control. zomg. My brains is going to sexplode.
If it’s not that, I’m playing Battle Field: Bad Company with Dave, Ee and Button (Eric) online. It’s fun because we only play the game as it’s meant to be played 20% of the time. The rest is playing tag with tracer/flare guns and attacking with medic kits.
There was one totally random game that I bought cause of Luke called Crack Down. Omg. This game is crack. It’s like playing through a Jacky Chan movie. You run, you bash. You upgrade and leap over fucking building while punching people across streets. GTA meats steroids + the future.
Holy Traci Lordes of the Ring my face is going to melt.
put your junk in the box. Step two.. yeah.. i’ll stop there.
In a matter of about 30 days, I’ve gone from living at home, to living abroad, and much closer to work. Obviously, I’m liking it. I’m still not fully moved out.. in fact, I’m not even 80% moved out yet but I’m taking my time. Living out costs so much money, and I instantaneously feel the cash burn. I used to not even think twice about leaving the lights on in my room when I’d go out to grab something from the kitchen, but now, the first thing I do is think.. oh shit, maybe I should turn that off. Haha, it’s strange. I finally understand why everyone got there undies in a jumble over things like that.
Anyway, it’s been a full week as of tonight, and so far, I’m glad I’ve got a roomie. Hopefully all works out this next 6-8 months and we both won’t feel the need to sneak into each other’s rooms at night and bash the other’s face in with a rock.
To buy a tv, or not to buy a tv. That is the question.
August TODO:
Andy captured this lusty moment.
Wow that was not meant to be a euphemism, but now that I read it over, I don’t mind it. It’s a lot less obvious then mass debating. So while I was in training last week, I was debating.. mass debating in the chair in front of the rest of my coworkers about whether I should get up and relieve myself in the washroom. I didn’t and waited nearly 40 minutes to pee. I mass debated much too long.
Anyway, this post is about camping which happened about a month ago and as long ago as that is now, it’s actually even longer because this post comes like a week or two after my original sample post. Seriously this month has flown by so fast. I remember camping as if it was only a couple weeks ago, and now it’s August. What the hell?
