Falling Like Autumn

It's another awesome autumn day out! You can feel the crisp air, see the leaves are about to turn and smell the autumn in the air. I love this time of year. The only thing I don't like is that I'm alone. There's nothing better than to walk along on a fall morning to go get breakfast together after having an exhausting night of sex together. Things just taste, feel, smell better in the fall. I was talking with Amaya about this last night and she really understood where I was coming from. She understands a lot of things about me and that's why I care for her so much. Just that distance thing is a killer but I know she's worth the wait.

Speaking of Amaya, one thing that concerns me is that I don't know if she remembers if she had planned to come to Chicago on the 8th. Now that she's injured, that's been taking precedence over making plans which is completely understandable. Will she end up to be too hurt to make it? I hope not, I would be devastated. It's for my 10 yr high school reunion and if she doesn't come, I'll end up having to go by myself and hang out with the losers I hated in highschool. By the end of that night, I don't see my feelings changing towards them all that much but it's one of those stupid events that one should really attend. There are a couple people I would really like to see despite all the chotchbags that will be there. Can you believe they planned it to be at Fitzgerald's, a fucking bar? So typical of the shitheads in my class to plan event with absolutely no class. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll get to dance to Tootsie Roll while I stuff my face with fuckin' mini-tacos and cheese fries and suck down a Pabst Blue Ribbon. Oh yeah, all class... all the time.

Sorry to be so negative on these entries or whatever you call them. This is a great venting tool for me. What I really need to do is get back in the gym and get fuckin laid. That will definitely change my mood. Amaya, are you on your way over yet? Sorry to be crass but man, I gotta fuck.

So my roommate's going to cook dinner for some people tonight including me which is really nice of him. He has a tendancy to overcook steaks (which is on the menu tonight) so maybe I'll try to beat him home. His friends Joe and Tiffany are coming over, I think Jackie (his gfriend) will be there as well. So 2 couples and my sorry solo ass will be at the table. Amaya damnit, are you coming over yet? Just kidding. I'm used to this single life role stuff. I've become so entirely independent over the years that I think it may be independence to a fault. But that's a whole slew of stories for a different time.

Hump Day My Ass

So I actually heard someone using the term Hump Day this morning when I was downstairs getting myself breakfast. There's nothing I hate more than interoffice cliche lines thrown back and forth b/c people are such drones and can't come up with anything better in terms of conversation. Well, maybe I should say there's nothing I hate more than Italian restaurants named Macaroni. Anyways, if you can't come up with anything better to say, don't say anything at all, do yourselves both a favor... it's ok that 2 people aren't obviously comfortable enough with each other which is the reason that these things like stupid saying are born in the workplace. Something needs to be done...

Traditional Way (Wednesday morning) -- aka. the wrong way -- [riding an elevator together in the morning]
Bill: So Jeff, how's it going this morning?
Jeff: Good. Just have to get past hump day. Yourself?
Bill: Just great.... How about that weather we're having?
Jeff: Looking good out there, too bad I'll be stuck behind the ole desk.
Bill: Yes, true, I'll be stuck there as well.
Bill & Jeff: hahahaha (laughing like idiots)

New Way (Wednesday morning) -- aka. the right way -- [same situation]
Bill: So Eric, how's it going this morning?
Eric: Fantastic. Although my dick is sore from fucking my wife in the ass last night. Yourself?
Bill: ...

You see how well that works? Bill shut the fuck up, Eric gets to enjoy a peaceful ride in the elevator and Eric becomes the hero of the office b/c his wife enjoys anal sex. There are no losers here except Bill and that's only because he's been a loser his entire life.

More to come on interoffice politics later.

Puppy Poops Pot

Doolin, the idiot puppy, that we're taking care for 5 more weeks (if he lives that long) ate my roommate's weed last night. Seriously, it's his own fault for keeping it out there. Sometimes that guy is so irresponsible. I told the dog to "ride the high" and "don't fight it" but he didn't listen which is pretty true to form for him. He got a weird whine about him and he actually passed out pretty fast. Hmmm... so pot makes the dog pass out. Sounds like we're on to something here. That would be great if Shannon comes back to his hunting dog after 6 weeks and it's completely turned into a worthless pothead. We'll even get him a hemp leash to fit his new role and we'll re-name him "Doobin". Now that would be some funny shit.