Rip Em Off

I had my first class of the new semester on Tuesday (I'm studying IT for anyone who gives a crap about that). The cop who chased me around the parking lot really should have been in the bookstore arresting someone for blatant thievery. I spent 140$ on two books. The brand new huge book only cost me 50$. It was the used book that was outrageous. A little paperback book was 90$ used! WTF?

Free To A Good Home

I found this over at the brainwash cafe and thought it was absolutely hysterical.

Shady Characters

Well, day one of school out of the way and already there was some excitement. As I was leaving class and walking to my car I was on my cell phone talking to work trying to solve some minor issue when all of a sudden I was bathed in a bright light from behind. For a moment I thought it may have been aliens coming to abduct me, then I realized I wasn't in a corn field. I turned around and there was a Parma police car right behind me flashing his light right on me. He then proceeded to pull up next to me and ask me where I was coming from. Hmmm, really good question there Einstein. Lets see, I'm in the school parking lot with a loaded bag on my shoulder on the second day of classes. Where the hell did he think I was coming from? I politely informed him that I had just come from my night class. He responded with another question. . .where was I going? Oh yes, he was serious. I didn't actually think I had to tell him that I was going to my car since I had my car keys in my hand and was walking towards my car, but I did tell him and that son of a B**** followed me all the way to my car shining his light on me. Yes, the hulking menace that I am in a deserted near deserted parking lot.

They must have been out of doughnuts at the coffee shop or something.

Watch Out

Today was slow at work, but still there was stuff going on to make say "What the F. . .?" For instance I went to use the restroom and I heard a big clink as someone completely dropped their pants on the floor to pee. As a guy I was horrified by that. Part of the bonus of being a guy is that you can unzip, whip, pee, pop it back in, wash the hands and go. No muss, no fuss.

That was nothing compared to the woman who sat right on the aisle and turned her chair to face the door as she sat partially in an aisle in the cafe. She then started breast feeding, at least she popped the towel over her, but she got on her cell phone (yes, even tender mother infant bonding is no match for the cell phone) and proceeded to bitch about how everybody was looking at her. For one, don't sit right in the path of the front freaking door and two stop screaming on your cell phone about how everyone is staring at you because that just makes them stare at you.

Ring Ring

Tomorrow starts the fun again. Well, technically Tuesday it begins for me. That is right, fall semester starts and I am doing two classes this semester because the class schedule finally works out to where I can fit two in with my work schedule. Ugh, I am trying to enjoy my last day of sanity but unfortunately it is raining so I am stuck inside doing laundry.

And as a side note I just want to wish my neice Katie a happy first day of kindergarten tomorrow. It is so cute how excited she is about it. I just hope she maintains that excitement.

The Complete Opposite. . .

. . .of hot stuff Saturday. Is it just me or does anyone else find this video and song really disturbing, especially as sung by David Hasselhoff? And where did he get his plastic surgery done at? It is horrible!

Hot Stuff Saturday

Wouldn't it be great if every handyman looked like this? I can tell you that I would need to have a LOT of work done if that were the case.

Creative Truth

I have a new endeavor (like I'm not busy enough as it is) over at Creative Truth. It is an homage to the genre of creative non-fiction. In other words it is about all those great memoirs, travelogues, essays, and documentaries that are out there. I have a special guest blogger who will be adding her unique perspective on things and three guess who that is (okay, you guessed it. . .it is D. from Rock, Paper, Scissors, Gun). So stop by and enjoy!

Starbucks Run

Why is it that work places always send out the person who has never set foot in a Starbucks in their life out to get coffee? Wouldn't it make more sense to have somebody who has actually had a cup of coffee before go get the coffee?

Kathleen Harris Is Scary

Kathleen Harris is one scary woman. Let's see, she thinks that gays should have no civil rights, stem cell research is the work of satan, God chooses our "rulers", and that Florida is the barometer for the rest of the state.


Wow, talk about scary. . .

Like someone said before if you take away civil rights for one group of people then it won't be too long before she'll be shunted to the side, her shoes taken away, and given a spatula.

Read more here

Crafty

Last week I was at Pier One and bought a giant glass Buddha head. It is really cool but I got home and was like "What the hell am I going to do with a giant glass Buddha head?" Well, nothing, until today. I was shopping at Big Lots and found purple party lights (you know, the little Christmas tree lights) on sale for $1.70 for a string of lights. . .DING!
Voila! Giant Buddha head night light coming right up! I just wish I had a better digital camera, but you get the idea (and yes, just about every surface I own is covered with books).

New From The Memoirists Collective

There is a new addition on the Memoirists Collective and I am so excited about his book. On Sept 21 Shawn Decker's memoir My Pet Virus comes out. Shawn is a hemophiliac who was infected with HIV from a blood transfusion in those dark days of the eighties. He embarked on a mission to change public perception. . .well, go to his Myspace or Web site to read more about it. I just can't do it justice. After you finish reading about it do what I did and preorder the book now, I mean please, have I led you wrong yet?

Getting It Right

Let's hear it for New York Knicks player Stephon Marbury. "What did he do?" you may be asking yourself. Well, he did something completely radical, he endorsed a pair of 15$ sneakers. Yup, that's right fifteen dollars for a pair of sneakers. Finally one of these players gets it right and endorses something that their fans (or more precisely their fans parents) can afford without making the outrageous salaries that NBA players haul in. Why in the world does LeBron need to endorse 150- 200$ sneakers? Evidently he does not remember what it was like growing up the child of a single mother now that he has the big bucks.
Also noteworthy is Dikembe Mutombo of the Houston Rockets who donated over 15 million dollars to build a small hospital in his hometown in Congo because of his mother who died because she couldn't get to a hospital due to a civil war closing the streets.

If sports players have to get their outrageous salaries I hope more of them take the example of these two young men.

Am I. . .

. . .the only perv who wants to see these two make out?

Thou Shalt Not Teach

. . .is the new theme at one New York Baptist church. And I thought it was just the Catholic Church that thought that women just don't have what it takes. So D. I guess I need to ask someone else when I am having trouble with my iPod because you teaching me how to maximize my use of it could be endangering our imortal souls, after all the article does quote the Bible-

First Timothy Two, 11-14: A woman should learn in quietness and full submission. I do not permit a woman to teach or to have authority over a man, she must be silent

So much for having opinions now too, eh?

Future Ex Husband: Culinary Edition

A friend of mine recently turned me onto Dave Lieberman of The Food Network fame. Wow! What a freaking hottie, and he cooks! What could be better. Supposedly he is doing a demonstration/ signing in Cleveland on Saturday. Does anyone know where?
Oh, and check out his online show here. . .

The Path

Your Life Path Number is 7

Your purpose in life is to find truth and meaning You are very spiritual, and you are interested in the mysteries of life. You are quite analytical and a great thinker. You have many theories and insights. A life of solitude is perfect for you. You need time to think and do things your way. In love, you are quite charming. You attract many with your confidence and wit. While you enjoy being alone, sometimes you take it to an extreme. You can become too isolated, shutting out loved ones and friends. Express yourself a little bit more, and you'll be surprised where it takes you!

What Is Your Life Path Number?

State Of The Union

Now I know why this country is going to hell in a handbasket. I was at Target today and as I was looking for a new hamper I overheard to young. . .ahem. . .ladies discussing a garbage can. It was one of those where you step on the pedal and the lid opens, except they could not figure that out. They kept arguing over how the garbage can knew to open up for you when you had trash and were convinced that it was broken since the lid would not open when they waved imaginary trash in front of it. When a store associate showed them how to work the garbage can they then complained that that was way too much work to throw something away.

Wow! I don't even know how to react to that.

Hot Stuff Saturday

I really need to get to Brazil, they sure do grow them pretty down there. . .

Rip Of Pt II

Great idea D.! At least now I am ripping off of somebody I know who ripped off of someone she doesn't know. Seeing as how I had no clue at all what to write today either I think I will play the name game too!

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name)
Pepi Eureka
Yeah, could it be ANY gayer than that? Hello disco!

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your mom's side, your favorite candy)

Lyle Milkyway
WTF? Porn or really bad sci-fi flicks

3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your middle name)
V Ju
Yeah, I got nothing for that one

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)

Blue Bat
Batmans retarded cousin

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)

Jude Cleveland
Thinks he is hoity toity but shops at Sam's Club in secret

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 2 letters of mom's maiden name and first 3 letters of the town you grew up in.)

Gravibocle
Makes Jar-Jar look cool


7. SUPERHERO NAME: (your favorite color, favorite drink)

Blue Coffee
Again, I got nothing!

Blog Away

I have a new favorite blog. . .you'll have to check it out. It is Crooks and Liars a nice little political blog . It was thanks to this blog that I found out about George Allen and his little "slip" Now I know how it is to have a slip of the tongue and to unintentionally say something and I could have believed it if he did not add the "welcome to America" part. That little added zinger after having met the kid already makes me believe that he was being a bigoted jerk on purpose. Of course this is Virginia that puts my little town of Parma Hates to shame with their hateful bigotry so what can you expect?

Hebal3nlarger. . .

. . .was the heading on several emails in my spam box. And yes, they are talking about enlarging that guys. My question is this, is anyone out there stupid enough to believe that by taking an herbal supplement their penis will magically get bigger?
Let's put it this way. . . take a pill, make your fingers longer! Sounds dumb doesn't it (on more than one level I know). There must be some dumb people out there still because they keep hawking this crap by email to my spam box like there is no tomorrow. Guess what guys! You got what you got, ain't no pill gonna change that. Take heart though, as one of my. . .ahem. . .lesser endowed friends used to say "It ain't the size of the boat, its the motion of the ocean".

My Fifteen Seconds

Stop by the Memoirists Collective to get a glimpse of the Cleveland reading video. Oh okay, I'll post a copy here, but stop by there anyway and watch the vid. . .look closely and you'll find me!

Future Ex-Husband: Broadway Edition

Wow, I am now totally in love with Matthew Morrison. He is such a freaking hottie and he sings, he dances, he acts, and he leaps tall buildings in a single leap (okay, I made that one up). I rented Once Upon A Mattress (hey, I'm feeling especially queer today) and that man is just too gorgeous!

Misunderstood

I rode my bike this afternoon to the local video shop ($1.99 video where, yes, every movie is a $1.99) to return a movie (The Aristocrats. . .I HATED IT) and get a few more . As I was browsing an older lady (maybe late fifties) came up to me and said she had noticed me and a friend (that would be D.) riding our bikes around town. She then proceeded to ask if we had lost our liscences for drunk driving.

Oh yes she did!

I just had to stare at her for a second. I was appalled that someone could actually just come right out and ask that question of a complete stranger. I then proceeded to explain to her that I was riding my bike to do my part to help reduce our dependence on foreign oil, fight the growing epidemic of obesity in the U.S. and, most importantly, it was a gorgeous day and a fantastic summer for getting out on the bike.

She just stared at me blankly and walked away shaking her head like her reasoning was so much more plausible.

The Subtle Art. . .

. . .of the pickup. I understand that it is not easy to approach people and start up a conversation, but I don't understand spending $1,600 for a four day seminar to learn how to pick up chicks. In that fee do they also include a complete personality rejuvenation as well. Just read the article and you will see what I mean.
Granted there are people who are shy, I am one of them, but the guys they picked to spotlight in this article really don't personify what they hope to portray. For instance there is "Ben" who is sick of "sleeping with "drunk chicks" and wants to learn how to properly "pursue and attain" the women of his choice". There is probably some deeper issue going on here than wanting to meet a soul mate and being shy if all he can do is sleep with the drunk "chicks". Somehow I think calling women "chicks" isn't really going to help him all that much either.
I also like the guy who uses the excuse that his full time job prevents him from meeting women. Oh sure, and the rest of the world only works when they feel like it and we all lark about making random casual contacts non-stop.

Let The Editing Begin

Today marks the official start of my vacation so I decided that I am going to start editing my 50,000 word NaNoWriMo novel. I read over it and it wasn't all complete crap and there was some stuff in there definitely worth salvaging. Okay, and I also keep thinking of things that I could have done and other little tweaking things that would add to it so if I can't stop thinking about it I guess that means I have to edit it. . .RIGHT? I think this is going to be a much longer and gruesome task than writing it in the first place but hell, if I can not smoke for a year then I can do anything so let the editing begin!

Oh My. . .

. . .who knew?


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Hot Stuff Saturday

Holy crap, can you believe I almost forgot it was hot stuff Saturday? For your viewing pleasure we have Brian McBride. . .an almost constantly shirtless soccer stud.

On The Flip Side. . .

With all of this brou ha-ha over gay marriage it is sort of refreshing to see someone having a completely opposite set of problems. It seems that a couple in Missouri are being denied residency in a town because they are unmarried. The town does not want these people who do not fit into their definition of "family" to live in their town.
What I would like to know is how many of the "families" that are allowed to live their include abusive spouses? Or maybe some gay husbands married on the sly? How about some pregnant teenagers? Or even a convict or three?
These people in little Black Jack Missouri need to get over their little Beaver Cleaver view of life. Guess what folks, things were very far from perfect in those days. Life was not a sitcom and there were no neat wrap ups in thirty minutes. Women stayed in miserable abusive marriages because they knew that a) they would be totally ostracized by their "friends" and b) there was no way they would be able to support themselves in a pre-feminist society (Yes Ann Coulter, this means that you would have been chattle to be married off by your father and answerable to your husband. So much for all of liberalism being bad, eh?).

All I have to say is that this couple has been together for thirteen years and just wants to settle down in a little town to raise their kids. Who cares if they are not married? Even worse, who knew that in modern day America a person could still be evicted because they don't quite fit the norm. . .oops, guess some things never change do they?

Candid Camera

I want to see one of those candid camera type sketches done that target the chronic cell phone users. Specifically I would like to see something where a jerk on a cell phone walks up yakking away on their phone but instead of being helped they are completely ignored by some little punk who whips out their cell phones and starts yakking away.

Ugh! Maybe then these people would see what jerks they were being. I actually had someone put up the quiet finger and tell me to hush when their cell phone rang as they were ordering. WTF?!?

Get out of line jerk!

Of course this same person got all pissy when I helped the next person. Hmm, let me think, help someone who will actually interact with me or stand by quiet and heed the hush finger? I tell you right now if you are one of these people who ignores the people waiting to assist you so you can yakk about someone's Bat Mitzvah or the sale at Saks then you need to walk directly to a door and slam your head forcefully in it. There are very few excuses for this sort of rudeness not only to the person in front of you but to every other person in line who has to stand by and listen to your b.s.

I swear one of these days I am going to carry on a conversation replying to whatever these people say into their cell phones.

I Fear. . .

Tonight D. and I were sitting at the coffee shop trying to figure out what our respective fears were called. Hers is a fear of talking animals and mine is a fear of midgets. We went to The Phobia List to try to figure these out. Unfortunately it seems that neither of our phobias have been named yet. . .does anyone out there know what these phobias are called? Anyway I did compile a list of phobias that I liked and maybe one day hope to contract
anuptophobia - stying single
dextrophobia - things on the right
emetophobia - vomiting
Oneirogmophobia- Fear of wet dreams
Politicophobia- Fear or abnormal dislike of politicians
Proctophobia- Fear of rectums
Defecaloesiophobia- Fear of painful bowels movements

Future Ex Husband, Brazilian Edition

This is the man from Love Actually who is romancing the woman with the retarded brother. I remember seeing it in the theatres and just going "Oh my," when I say him. I even rented the movie and replayed the part where he strips down to his briefs because this man is gorgeous in and out of his clothes. I just recently was reminded of him when I read an article in one of the trash papers about him calling him the Brazilian Tom Cruise. If I was Rodrigo I would be insulted, but anyway this man is so gorgeous he just has to go on my future exhusband list, and I won't kick him out of bed due to a retarded brother.

Monday Night

Whew, now that I have cleared the fog from my brain I can finally tell a bit more about Monday night. Joseph Beth (one of the bookstores nearby) had an event with the four authors of the Memoirists Collective which is pretty amazing because they have three different publishers who all chipped in to send the four to this event. It is also amazing because they came to Cleveland of all places! Now what I have to say is that if you have the chance to see any or all of these authors then don't hesitate. . .GO!

Josh Kilmer-Purcell- who I have written about many times on here, but it was the highlight of my year to meet him in person (Yes, I am that big of a geek! The only thing that could rival that would maybe be meeting Jim Butcher. Has anyone here besides Bill even heard of him?). He is actually very sweet and kind of quiet and really intense, but underneath you can see that wry sort of humor that comes out in his book I Am Not Myself These Days (which if you have not read it yet what the hell are you waiting for?). Unfortunately for me, you can tell just how much he is in love with his current Bf when he talks about him. B., you are one lucky man!

Hillary Carlip- she is an amazingly funny woman. She had the entire audience cracking up with her juggling routine (which was the winning performance from her appearance on the Gong Show). I am almost done with her book Queen of the Oddballs which details a journey through a few decades. Wow, I still have to say the part where her father started dancing at the cotillion was one of the best parts. If you have ever felt like the odd person out, or have struggled to be famous while everyone around you makes, or just want a great read you have to pick up her book. Hillary is such a genuine and sweetly funny woman that you will just fall in love with this book, I guarantee!

Maria Dahvana Headley- Wow, she shines from the inside out and you can see it in her infectious smile and her sparkling eyes. I have her book The Year of Yes next on my reading list. I can't wait to read this because she went through what so many of us go through, shitty dating lives. Essentially she decided to say yes to anyone who asked her out. The chapter that she read to us had me cracking up and got a really bad song stuck in my head. I can't wait to dig deeper into the rest of this book!

Danielle Trussoni- is now the literary darling with her book Falling Through the Earth detailing her dysfunctional upbringing. The part that she read Monday night was enough to wrench your heart, but Danielle seems to have come through it just fine and has taken those experiences and moved right on.

Monday Night

Whew, now that I have cleared the fog from my brain I can finally tell a bit more about Monday night. Joseph Beth (one of the bookstores nearby) had an event with the four authors of the Memoirists Collective which is pretty amazing because they have three different publishers who all chipped in to send the four to this event. It is also amazing because they came to Cleveland of all places! Now what I have to say is that if you have the chance to see any or all of these authors then don't hesitate. . .GO!

Josh Kilmer-Purcell- who I have written about many times on here, but it was the highlight of my year to meet him in person (Yes, I am that big of a geek! The only thing that could rival that would maybe be meeting Jim Butcher. Has anyone here besides Bill even heard of him?). He is actually very sweet and kind of quiet and really intense, but underneath you can see that wry sort of humor that comes out in his book I Am Not Myself These Days (which if you have not read it yet what the hell are you waiting for?). Unfortunately for me, you can tell just how much he is in love with his current Bf when he talks about him. B., you are one lucky man!

Hillary Carlip- she is an amazingly funny woman. She had the entire audience cracking up with her juggling routine (which was the winning performance from her appearance on the Gong Show). I am almost done with her book Queen of the Oddballs which details a journey through a few decades. Wow, I still have to say the part where her father started dancing at the cotillion was one of the best parts. If you have ever felt like the odd person out, or have struggled to be famous while everyone around you makes, or just want a great read you have to pick up her book. Hillary is such a genuine and sweetly funny woman that you will just fall in love with this book, I guarantee!

Maria Dahvana Headley- Wow, she shines from the inside out and you can see it in her infectious smile and her sparkling eyes. I have her book The Year of Yes next on my reading list. I can't wait to read this because she went through what so many of us go through, shitty dating lives. Essentially she decided to say yes to anyone who asked her out. The chapter that she read to us had me cracking up and got a really bad song stuck in my head. I can't wait to dig deeper into the rest of this book!

Danielle Trussoni- is now the literary darling with her book Falling Through the Earth detailing her dysfunctional upbringing. The part that she read Monday night was enough to wrench your heart, but Danielle seems to have come through it just fine and has taken those experiences and moved right on.

Friends Don't Let Friends. . .

. . .drink and blog. My word, could yesterday's post have been any more incoherent. Anyhow, for those of you with your minds in the gutter here is the picture proof of who was on their knees (and get your minds out of the gutters you pigs).
p.s.
Yes I realize I look like a complete dork. . .but it was all in good fun.

The Memoirists Collective

Tonight there was an event of the Memoirists Collective at a local bookstore which also featured my future ex husband Josh Kilmer Purcell. . .It was amazing. All four authors are just amazing people. We went for drinks afterward and had a chance to chat with the authors and it was an incredible experience which I will detail tomorrow because I am drunk off my ass and have to be up for work in six hours. I will just say that Josh is so much more fascinating than he is in his book, absolutely adorable. I will throw this teaser out too. . .someone was on their knees. . .

p.s.
If there were any women I would go straight for pick any of the three other authors in the collective. . .amazing women!

When Performing. . .

. . .acts of civil disobedience and/ or protesting it is rather important to make your signs visible. I say this because I was out and about running errands today and on the corner near a Wal Mart there was a gaggle of protesters. I am really not sure what they were protesting seeing as how their signs were drawn with what looked like fine point Sharpie Markers. Just a word of advice to would be protesters. . .USE BLOCK LETTERS so that people can actually tell what in the hell you are protesting.

Hot Stuff Saturday

Two posts today. The first because I love a man in uniform (especially when there is so little of the uniform) and the second is for C4u, it is Hugh Jackman like you have not seem him before (well, maybe you have, but dang that man can swivel his hips)

The Mythology of Me

You Are a Centaur

In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person. However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways. You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order. You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily.

What Mythological Creature Are You?

Josh Kilmer-Purcell Is Coming To See Me

Well, to be precise he is coming into town with the Memorists collective to do some readings, but I just know that that is just a lame excuse to be in the same town as me. For those of you who have no idea what in the world I am talking about, Josh was one of the first men listed as a Future Ex-Husband. He wrote the delightful, and somewhat horrifying, memoir I Am Not Myself These Days. If you have not read it then get off the computer right now and go buy it.
Anyway he is going to be in town on Monday and when my friend Renee told me I screamed like a little girl. I am such a geek. Anyway I have to run to the liquor store to stock up on mini bottles of vodka to as bribes. . . er gifts.


p.s.

No, I am not really a stalker, I just portray one on this blog. Before I get an irate email (and you know who you are) I realize that he is not actually coming to town to see me and I know that he has no idea who I am. The whole future ex-husband thing is a joke (does anybody know his ring size btw?).

The Inner Biotch

There are some advantages to working in the neighborhood that I do. Let me explain what I mean. I work in a very upscale neighborhood where 75% of the people are living way outside of their means, but still need to put no airs for the neighbors. This includes being nasty to the hired help (that would be me). Normally irritating, but occasionally helpful.

Today I went to Burlington's (sort of a more upscale T.J. Maxx) and found a cologne set of Kenneth Cole Black for $29.99.

Ching!

Great deal!

At least it was a great deal until I got to the counter and it rang up as $49.99. I would have been fine with that if my box had been the only mismarked, but the other 10 boxes were also priced at 29.99. They called the manager and he took the box and the cashier then proceeded to take other customers, which was fine until it was fifteen minutes later. I finally asked how long was this going to take. The price was clearly marked on all the boxes. The manager then said "Well, it is wrong, you'll have to pay $49.99," and he said it in a very snotty tone of voice. Up until this point I was polite and please and thank yous, but that pissed me off.
"Okay Marland," I said reading his name off of his name tag. "How about I call the dept of Weights and Measures," I said channeling my inner east side Jewish Housewife. "I am sure they would be very interested in this," I told him. The only reason I knew this was because they were just in my store doing the price checks to be sure everything was priced correctly. There is a heavy fine attached for mismarking prices. "I'm sure your boss would be thrilled with the 10,000 fine you'd get for price gouging as opposed to the 20 dollars of for the cologne." In truth I had no idea how much the fine was, but probably not 10,000 dollars. Marland did not know that because low and behold he rang up the cologne at the marked 29.99.

Part of me hated being the dick that had to do that, but if he had said "Sorry, it was a mistake" or something like that then I would have been fine with it, but he was such a jerk that I could not help myself. Is it too much to ask for to pay what the tag says. . .and before anyone comments, yes I do give back the money if I get too much change and yes I do tell the cashier if the forget to ring something up or if they ring it up wrong so I do not think I was in the wrong in the least.

What Now?

Yesterday I rushed home and pulled out my laptop to get started writing and then I realized I had finished the NaNoWriMo project. It is funny how the habits of just one month get drilled into you. I was oddly let down then so I decided to take a nap. So now I am trying to figure out what to do now. I have about three weeks before classes start again so I need some project to keep me occupied (yes a man would be better than a project, but there is a decided lack of good men in Cleveland so I'll stick with trying to find a project). I have no ideas at this point. . .mayb I'll try building a car from a kit. . .

Where's My Pin?

It has been exactly one year today since I quit smoking. Oh my God, a whole freaking year with out a cigarette? How in the world did I manage to do that one? Well, a big part of it was due to the nicotene inhaler. I'm sure without that I would have been fired from my job months ago for being an unbearable prick.
I am still waiting for that part where you are supposed to feel fantastic and like brand new. So far all I have is an extra thirty pounds. Oh well, I'm sure my lungs are much happier anyway, but if I do get diagnosed with cancer or some other random as yet undiscovered disease you can bet your ass I'm lighting up again!