i'm a thief.

i stole this off someone else's blog (http://farmers-thoughts.blogspot.com, i think). i thought that jordan and ivan would be very interested in it, and since the guy who typed it volunteered that he stole it from someone's ICQ or IRC convo, i figured it was fair game.

A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.

very funny. and so true.

so here's a rant.

when the heck did people get such and such years young?

the pitcher was 40-years young, and blah blah blah ...

when i'm 40 years old, i'll be 40 years closer to death.

right now i'm 24 years closer to death.

that's 24 years old. i don't need my ego my be stroked to tell me that i'm not old. i know i'm not old. when i'm 86, i'll be old. 86 years old, to be precise. not 86 frigging years young. bullshit.

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so i did write yesterday, but with one swift key stroke i erased everything. since it was my fault i decided to toss in the sponge … oh, did i start typing the tv commercial? damn toilet bowl cleaner commercials … i decided to not bother retyping and i went to watch law & order. i promised christen i would play sims 2 yesterday (wow, that’s a promise, right?) to see if the computer would crash, but i didn’t feel like it. i told him i’d do it tonight. we were having so much trouble with the computer, and he updated the xp with a corporate edition and now unreal tournament isn’t crashing so he wants to know if sims is crashing anymore. cross your fingers – he may have fixed it.

america’s sweethearts was on fx when i got home, so i figured i would watch it … again. yes, i have it on dvd. no, i didn’t particularly like it to begin with. i am obsessed with cheesy romantic comedies. i know this – the cutting edge, america’s sweethearts, miss congeniality, empire records, made-for-tv disney movies, olsen twins movies, meg ryan, tom hanks, reese witherspoon, sandra bullock, you’ve got mail, newsies, when harry met sally, charade, audrey hepburn, cary grant, musicals and all that reminds me of the few good parts of my childhood. old movies in mom’s bed on a rainy day stuff. i think i have a slight phobia of horror movies though, because the thought of them makes me want to hurl. so no (what is jordan’s newest featured movie?) wes craven’s the people under the stairs, thank you. give me legally blonde, thank you.

i’m muddling through a prayer for owen meany (jon irving). i’m sorry; i know that an awful lot of people like the book, and as with the rest of his books, i’m gaga about the plot, but the writing leaves a lot to be desired. i sincerely detest the kind of “memoir” writing that is written (though this isn’t a memoir, the style is similar) where the author is constantly saying “as you will soon see” and “as you will find out.” arg! the point of writing is not to withhold information from the reader, and if the book is written from someone’s pov and that person knows something, the audience should know it too. it’s very manipulative. so i’m on page 117 of 543 and i just don’t know if i want to continue. of course i know i will, just like i finished the fourth hand and a widow for one year and the world according to garp … though i liked those all (but worse to best in respective order) i just have an issue with his writing style.

britney spears may make you horny ...

.... but a couple of drinks is all i need, thank you. christen is watching a documentary on trio called chicken ranch, which is about some women who live in a brothel. it's from the '70s, and it's ... interesting? but not really. not all the women are really that ugly, but they sure are ... interesting. it's the only *nice* word i can use about them. very odd.

anyhow. the bucs lost again last night. oh well; i'm not heartbroken. i went to sleep at the beginning of the 4th, and when i woke up they had lost. meh. at least it looks like we can almost win, which is always good. now we just have to, um, win. yeah, that'd be nice.

tonight was my meeting for the today's cacher mag. it was interesting. i'm looking forward to getting more involved with the zine, but they want me to submit a picture and bio. what do i write? "when april isn't busy correcting your use of "it's" vs. "its" or breaking through her writer's block to pen the newest "great american novel," she's fixing the writers' grammar so you can read what they say. don't hate her because she's beautiful." think that would work? actually, i may write something fairly similar. but i really don't want to submit a pic. i want to submit a funny pic, like the one of the april road sign i found near nebraska, or the one of me when i was 4 putting the star on the top of the christmas tree. but alas, they want a real picture. arg.

you got me again.

it's 12:15. amazingly enough, i slept until an unheardof 11:37am this morn. i woke up a few times, but forced myself asleep and only woke up for good when i woke up and both my arms were dead. i hate when that happens, and it does a lot. i wake up and i can't feel my arms and i have to flop them around with my body to wake them up. scares the royal crap out of me.

so i have a request from the blogging community -- i have a template problem (again). when i get a comment, i can't see the comment on my page until i hit the button that says "1 comment." by this time i've already read that one comment because it was mailed to me, but if anyone else wants to read it, perchance, they have to hit that button. unfortunately, the picture on my main page is not transferring to the single entry page, so the text is white on white background and you can't read the page. who knows how to fix this for me? comment on this entry, please. hehe.

the reason i've noticed this is because i got a comment on my early morning post, and i can't read it unless i highlight the page. royal pain in the butt. i've had comments before, but it was when i had the old template, so i could see them. i looked at the source of the old template vs. the new modified one, but to no avail. i need help!

so if by chance, you've linked a specific page of mine to your journal, you may be better off linking the entire blog for now. but i'll try to be entertaining!

[edit] it's fixed, thanks to the guy who wrote the template. so yeah, it was my own stupid mistake. how often does that happen? :)

i think i should probably *do* something today, so i'm off. jacob needs mice; i'm a week late and my usual place is out so i need to find a reptile place who has food for the snacob.

do you know the muffin man?

this will be a short one, because christen is asleep and it's after 1 am. i miss him -- need to crawl into bed.

so i was kinda hoping that i wouldn't get my voter's registration card because i don't really want to vote but everybody says i have to ... so i wanted an out. there was a little mix up with my addresses since i've moved so many times in the past 2 1/2 years that i thought they would get confused about where i was sending my change of address from, and i wouldn't get reregistered in time.

no such luch.

i got my card in the mail, and i vote up the street on november 2nd.

guess kerry's got my vote.

and i know it's the right thing to do, it's just that there's been so much crap this election that i really just hate them both and i hate them for subjecting me to 2 out of 3 commercials shoving "this is what's wrong with the other person" down my throat instead of talking about what they've done and can do. this entire election is revolting, and the only thing i can hope for in the long run is that kerry wins and then comes down with some horrible disease that doesn't kill him (i wish death on no one) but renders him useless as a president (which he's not far from anyhow) and edwards gets the job. i'd vote for edwards.

the only vote i'm sure about is castor, because i'd vote for castor in a heartbeat. she was president at usf when i started and i thought she was great. only, i don't know what exactly she's running for. i'm kinda trying to stay as far away as possible.



i finished my sister's room this weekend, and she loves it. the walls are white black and blue stripes, and the bed is longways against the wall with a giant headboard that takes up the entire wall (4x8 plywood covered in fabric). it's very neat, and jamie thinks the best part is that her friends will be insanely jealous. aren't 12-year-olds great?

sleep now. night night.

meh.

i washed down this morning's advil with a dose of tussin. there was nothing in the apartment to drink, so i figured i may as well kill two birds with one stone. let me tell you, i don't think it was a good idea. i don't think it'll help if i throw up both doses, no sirree.

this will be a quickie, because i have to go to work. i don't want to go, and i'm going two hours early, but i'm going anyhow.

christen took a job at another OD. larry asked him monday if he wanted the job and gave him 24 hours to give him an answer. i don't think he'll be happy there, but i think christen took it because he's afraid that larry won't offer it to him when the same job becomes available in his store. so starting next week he's going to have to drive more than twice as far for no more money and work with people he doesn't care nearly as much for. he's worked for that manager before, i from what i've seen from other people who've worked for him, no one respects him very much. but we just moved into this apartment which was perfect for being directly between both of our stores, and larry up and moves him. blah.

i'm very worn out. i think this accounts for why i got sick and why i'm not getting over it, but there's so much to do. i'm still trying to work on my sister's bedroom stuff, and that is not coming along as planned. it just takes to long to do any one thing that i'm not getting any of it done. i needed it done by friday. anybody want to help?

well, off to another grueling day of cheerfulness. maybe i'll take it out on the underlings.

still sick.

so i'm still sick. miserably so. i rested and we went to remington's for dinner, which i couldn't smell or even taste very much. i got a crock of potato soup and a sweet potato, which was definitely on steroids. the potato was around 3 lbs, i'd say. it was ridiculous. but i wasn't very hungry, so i ate the soup and a little of the sweet potato, and we went bowling. i won 2 of 3 games, but i wasn't very good. i had to sit most of the time so i wouldn't pass out or getting cold sweats. i got plenty of sleep last night, but i still woke up this morning worse for the wear -- i asked christen if i should call in and he said he wouldn't, so i tried to go to work. i did, i swear. i got dressed, and i drove there, but the simple act of driving the 15 minutes to get there made me feel like death. i walked in and went to heidi "i'm here and i'm early... please don't make me stay." so she let me go home, and jess said that everyone is sick -- marvin called in too, and holly is sick too but i don't know if she called in. i hope not; i hope she's well enough to work. i stopped at cvs on the way home and picked up a supersize bottle of tussin (not robitussin, just TUSSIN) and some cough drops and found my way home. christen was on the couch -- "no dice, huh?" and i just curled up beside him. so hopefully today i can medicate myself enough to go to work tomorrow.

in other news, though, i hate being home alone. it's so boring, and there's nothing good on tv. i could work on jamie's headboard, but that involves dragging it out in the living room and i don't know if i have that kind of strength. maybe later. i can't stand to sit up for more than a few minutes so i don't know if i can drag a piece of plywood around the house. we'll see.

i'm sure if i'm bored i'll put a new entry in here. for now i'll go take some more tussin and a nap.