I'm posting from the bar right now. I'm not sure if that means that I have a Killoggs problem or a drinking problem.

Anyway...

My boss: "It has nothing to do with your tight sphincter."

Hi, everyone. Bitters is always a welcome addition to any drink.

I thought maybe today would be a good day. Unfortunately today will not be a good day., and I thought everyone else should know today is the day that:



so, um, smoke them if you've got them.

last night a roach crawled on me.

This past weekend my Dad came down for my race, and he pointed out that someone had keyed his car. The more I think about it, the more I want to find whoever it was and beat their fucking face in. Seriously...don't fuck with my Dad.

Just thought you should know:

I am totally rocking out to Faith No More at work right now.


WHAT IS IT!?!?!??!???!!

All day I have been on the phone with the stupid DSL company technicans. All DAY I have been given the run around. I have called other technicans about other equipment and they have sent people out and there is NOTHING WRONG. It's ALL SBC'S FAULT and they will NOT SEND A TECHNICIAN. I am SHAKING with anger. I was about to loose it on the phone with this asshole and finally one of my bosses told me to just to transfer them to him. I hate them. I am so pissed and full of hatred towards SBC. All day I have been hating them. All. Day.

so my friend and yours, geoff johnson, just blew into town with the beautiful leslie for two days. he's one of the few photographers i've modeled for who i trust completely. i love everything he's ever done. i've crawled on many sharp things in the buff for this man. he also did our wedding, which turned out gorgeous.

we got some beers and figured if we all had time to kill tonight, we'd go on a photo-shoot adventure. oh, yeah, a nekkid one. duh. i have not done this in a while, so i'm a little nervous. also, he mentioned roofs. and some chick i don't know, but that's cool.

off to beer up some courage. will update!

I just got this CD-R compilation in the mail - 12 CDs, 300+ bands, no repeats: "A Reference of Female-Fronted Punk Rock, 1977-1989." Usually the phrase "female-fronted" gives me hives (because of the way it's used - quota time! - but it's harmless as an actual descriptor.

Good god damn, the guy who put this thing together is a hero.

from an e-mail I got from a co-worker today:

"just went to 'Bill' to ask him a quick question, which somehow degraded into his telling me how 'Ted' has a grudge against him and always messes up his computer, because 'Bill' once told him 'you can't possibly be what you say you are, because there is no such thing as a Gay Jew, because Jews kill gays...it's part of their beliefs'"

Right now I'm cooking red beans and rice. I didn't realize how much I missed my home food until I started making this dish and I smelled the mirepoix and garlic caramelizing in the bacon fat ... when I smelled paysanne vegetables sweating in pork renderings I was immediately transported back home and I realized how much I miss some things about home. Like how easy it is to walk down the street and get a good bowl of comfort food. Then cooking this food I realize how easy it is to just stay in my kitchen and cook it myself. I made a few modifications - the addition of smoked bacon; finishing with fresh cilantro, using a mix of kidney beans and Goya dark kidney beans - just some small home touches. But the point is I feel extrememly happy right now, smelling what's simmering away on my stove. The anticipation.
Tomorrow I cook someone else's food under someone else's direction. Tonight, I make what I want. And what I want just happens to smell divine.

That is all

I was gonna post on how my coochie drought ended last night but then I saw this thing on the sidebar about 0 unread mails. I suppose I could just go to site news but how's this work?