...fine line between insanity and genius

sending thanks to christabel, emer, and tim for listening to the damn story for several hours. i needed someone to confirm my perceptions and help determine the proper recourse at this stage of... well... whatever it is. the bottom line is, i need to calm the fuck down. as far as the previous entry... i know that i haven't given it much time to stew, and it's the weekend, but no one has left a comment. this means one of two things: i haven't been updating frequently again, so readers are slow to check or my story is a piece of shit that no one is interested in. i'll assume the prior, and will let you know that she did kiss me... but on the neck/lower cheek. i should take it as a compliment meant to boost my confidence, but it's hard when a girl's mustache is tickling your skin. just kidding... about the mustache i mean. she really did kiss me several times, and as of today there is still no sign of herpes on my neck.

i finally wrote a nice long entry earlier today, but i decided that it needed to be revised before posting. oops. i really wanted to drunk text tonight, but thank christ i held back and decided to enter this drunk blog instead. all you need to know is that i was at waterhouse with christabel, emer, mark and tim . and while dancing to old skool hip hop and house, some girl came up to me and told me that i was hot. obviously drunk, she proceeded to tell me that i was one of the best djs she had ever heard. she said i was good at scratching. so when i told her that i wasn't a dj... she shrugged at me and said, "well just play along then." wtf?!? so when she asked me my dj name, i said... " dj poise ". wtf?!? i know, i know... i don't know why that was the first word that came to my head. anyways, she asked me if i made that up, thereby reaffirming that she was truly wasted. long story short, it went downhill from there. i kept pinching tim to have him save m

i wanted to go to circuit city yesterday, but i had to work until 9:00pm . had i thought about it on my way home, i would've tried to sneak into one of the stores before the ten o'clock holiday closing time. anyways, i bought season 3, much to the dismay of my fellow obsessed lost fanatics, who have endless supplies of free unofficial copies. so i welcome myself to my own private hell. nights of isolation, hours of immobility, and many moments of clapping, questioning, and screaming out loud "what the fuck!?! brilliant!"

see, this is exactly why you aren't supposed to talk about fight club. i want to tell you a story about this girl in the starbucks drive thru on golf and higgins, but i've been blabbing on and on about someone else in previous posts... so now it looks like i'm some douche who just crushes on girls left and right... which is actually true... though i'm not a douche. so anyways, the wednesday before thanksgiving, i ordered my usual bourgeois concoction at the starbucks, and this sorta-close-to-my-age cutie hands me my drink. as i drove away, i know that i probably said " damn ", out loud and to myself. so two days later, on black friday, i pull up again, and she's there again . she then says to me, " weren't you here earlier today? ", and i pulled a "huh?", and she gave a big smile. i told her that she helped me a couple of days earlier, and then she said, " you're right, i just remembered you and your car ." ( someti

happy birthday wishes to roy , who didn't invite me to todai for his birthday dinner. sonofabee.

thoughts and prayers to my cousin, leon ... who had a quadruple bypass emergency surgery early this morning. he's in recovery, but it was an extremely risky procedure, so he'll be monitored for another week. i guess he had some chest pains and a headache at work yesterday, so he went to the emergency room. after some tests, the doctor told him that he had two choices ( and this is exactly how uncle bing tells the story )... either die in a couple hours or agree to an extremely radical open heart operation, in which case there would be no guarantees that he would survive the operation... and even having survived, there would be no guarantee that he wouldn't get a stroke or some other detrimental complication immediately or soon after surgery. apparently the doctors were not optimistic at all and pretty much told him that he needed to get his whole heart reconstructed. if time wasn't such a factor, he'd be a candidate for a heart transplant. so thankfully, he's

since the first time i heard it used... in third grade, i thought the word douchebag was very lame. it's been a word that has escaped my vocabulary for a very long time. but i've been hearing a lot of people using it lately and it's beginning to creep on me faster than bubble guts after a trip to taco bell. anyways, i'm slowing working it into my regular banter, because it has become such a novelty. if you don't like the word, douchebag , you will... try checking out the site, hot chicks with douchebags . i don't know how people find this shit, but it's delicious.

it was sweetly strange. the replay in my head's dvr is so clear right now. i can't explain it to you, but we were having a secret conversation around a corner. see, i was on break, and she wasn't, so while she was taking care of customers, i was hiding. i finally took a walk to the directory to find where to eat. when i turned around, she was looking for me. i decided to wait for her to get off of work, because she said she'd sit with me. i ate lunch a mcdonald's while she told me stories. she's the greatest. we parted ways and i gave her an awkward hug. i think i've given her like 6 hugs in my life, and like 5 have been awkward. i still have no idea what that is, but it's kind of fucking hilarious.

there was this dude i worked with a couple of times. his name was truesbury . he passed away a couple days ago. he was a strange guy, but very inspired and fun to work with. anyways, i wanted to honor his memory in a post. he was 67 and he passed away, december 1, 2007 at his home. he was an aspiring screenwriter with no experience, so he was a great inspiration. the title of this entry was the name of one of the scripts he was working on. he will be missed.

this is a big mistake. i just know it. the good news is that i can come back and just delete anything that i've regretted posting. if you are reading this line... then i have already edited my posting. she's awesome. anyways, today was a long day at work. right at the end of the day, i got caught up with an irate customer and so i did my best to ease her worries. she was satisfied, but i had to stay a little later than planned. i got my adc/dvi adapter and it looks like my computer is back up and running. the only issue that i have (that i read about in some forums) is that my monitor doesn't turn off when the computer goes to sleep. i'm gonna have to find some sort of workaround. shit. i ate dinner with pops and lourdes at panda express , and even though it's no where near real chinese food (what is, really?), it was delicious. don't worry, i didn't get the damned orange chicken ... oops... yes i did. i then caught mnf at bww and, as usual, the game was

i spent most of today like i do every sunday... in and out of sleep, doing laundry, watching football. it was very productive today. i spent a little while talking on the phone with tiffany while i cleaned my desk. the final piece to make my computer work, comes in tomorrow, so i had to clean its home. i guess that tiff was ironing clothes on the other end, so we were able to kill three birds with one stone. in other news, when the bears game ended, i let out a painful moan that incited laughter from the guests downstairs. argh. the playoffs are as good as gone... at least i can see the top of my desk again and at least the dust creatures have been exterminated.

first rule of fight club... argh. so i had a great time friday night with margie and ariel at stonewood ale house . problem was, i had never drank with ariel before, and she was lightly sauced when i got there, and i was driving her home... apparently . we shared some stories, some drinks, and some laughs, and at about 3:00am we left. it took all my strength to... oops. ...don't talk about fight club. happy birthday, ariel!