en fuego!!

I went for a massage tonight. Since Willie left the parlor I have started usign another masuer, David. David needs to learn that when he has a tiger balm-like substance on his hand he needs to steer clear of my labia. In an effort to remove the tightness running up, very high up, my thigh he brushed up against the "national treasure of the philippines". Oh the burn...

Anti-climax, Nasty people, and Dave Chappelle

I received my diploma in the mail on Friday. It was really anticlimactic. If it wasn't for the seals I could have printed out an 8.5x11 that said I graduated from the school. The memory of my 19 year old self mocks the current 30 year old me for having gotten suckered into the system.

As I was leaving Tony's Pizzaria today I was almost backed into by some horrible creature driving an SUV. In complete disregard for the fact Annie and I were walking across the path of her multi-ton vehicle she rushed to back up. As she passed me I looked her in the eye with the universal expression for "what the fuck is your problem?" I felt that was enough and moved on. But then when I was in my car and they were getting out of theirs she proceeded to give me the finger and then walk away. I had a momentary rush of indignation followed immediately by the sense that this was a pathetic miserable person. May your life provide you with all the appropriate misery you deserve.

For those of you wondering where Dave Chappelle is Matt from wherethehellismatt.com had an unexpected sighting. The sighting is towards the middle of the January 16th posting. I highly recommend the sight for those of us who yearn to travel the world but have neither the funds nor the current creativity to manage it.

The knife plunges

This blurry shot is from a mangeant at the local high school. The man pageant used a "Blast from the past: A 1990's retrospective" theme and it was like an ice cold blade to the heart. Childrens, childrens...too soon...

Weird dreams

The past two nights I've had some crazy dreams.

Tuesday night all I remember was that there was a fat, white woman dressed in a bright red bikini trying to kill my sister in our house. I woke up (in my dream) to her screaming and I chased the woman out the front door, grabbed a screw driver that was laying on the coffee table (in reality the exact screwdriver is on the coffee table), threw it at her back where it became lodged in her shoulder blade as she ran off.

Last night's dream involved me frollicking wiht a group of mostly unidentified friends/acquaintances (there was only one face that I could clearly identify, this guy that trained at our restaurant who I'm not that friendly with) driving cars around a racing circle during a slight snow storm. The cars didn't really run but we managed to get them to the top of this hill where we pushed them off and then drove them around the circle until the inertia wore off. Then I remember getting really excited because I received a brand new oldsmobile (but the coloring was from the 70's with a tan on darker tan coloring). There was an involved conversation about how it was smaller (more compact than normal oldsmobiles). Someone took the top of the car and at first I thought that it was a 2 seater but then felt foolish because it was actually a 5 seater but I was initially focusing on the two built in children seats in the back. I can't remember if we pushed it off the hill or not.

Not wanting to take it up the butt

After 10 years I finally finished my bachelors degree. I can officially say that I always finish what I start. The time frame however, will always be at my discretion.

With the BS done I am on to the job hunt. I was mildly disturbed during a form filling session for some pre-interview paper work that I have been working for over 15 years without very much to show for it by way of material goods. Eh...

My last interview lasted 3 mind numbing hours while I interviewed with six different people and I left with an overwhelming sense of "I'm not sure I want't to work of this place afterall."

I "left the restaurant". The "" are because this will only be true if I find a job in less time than it takes me to blow through my meager savings. If the money's gone and the job is not found then it is back to the restaurant. I don't want to go back to the restaurant. By the same token I don't want to take it up the butt in some lame ass job that pays me less than the job(s) that I had before I dropped everything and went back to school.