i have an unnatural obsession with suduko. i go through several puzzles a day now.i think about it all the time. at first i picked it up because i thought it would make me smarter. but in reality i think it literally has made me retarded. i can not concentrate on my day to day activities. this is why i have not written in a while - no joke. please help me.

also. booking airline flights has to be one of the most annoying things in the world. i got a bunch of AMEX gift cheqeus from work that i wanted to use towards my cali trip. but apparently you can only use those if you buy your flight at the terminal. if i buy my flight at the terminal - rather then online - it costs $200 more. seriously. i have been going back and forth on this for about 4 hours. i give up. i am going to take another week off from work and just hitch out there.

i seriously just ate a piece of chocolate cake, a plate full of home fries with franks hot, a donut, apple juice and 2 mountain dews. this is another bad thing about coporate america. there is always free food. there is always donuts and birthday cake. whoever said there isn't such a thing as a free lunch is full of crap. although i suppose my payment is the 15lbs i have gained since working here. i'm not going to fit in my coporate cas'.

now i am seriously considering lunch. the menu today looks pretty good:


i got another speeding ticket last nite. i seriously have the worst car luck. i SWEAR i wasn't even speeding. i would admit it. i didn't even have enough time to get goin - i was just pulling out of the gym. the person in front of me pulled over too - and when i pulled aside he drove away. it was him. i know it. blah. the cop was so cliche too. his name was Quigley and looked like Jerry Stiller. how many tickets can i get til i lose my license?


in the time i wrote this i also just got a piece of eggplant parmeson.

another weekend came and passed. it was lazy and self indulgent. my kinda weekend.
friday i went out too hard, leading to a saturday of movies and eating. i am appalled i even made it to the mall.

someone texted me saturday nite with: "U R in the bathroom here....famous"
this is unsettling, especially considering i don't recognize the number. the only place i can say for sure my name is on the wall is the girl's bathroom of Mohawk. its all over that place. one section has scrawled in monstrous letters:

"COLEMAN LOVES REID" (after a nite of drunken debauchery years ago- probably watching the waves.)

and:

"COLEMAN IS MY BEAST OF BURDEN"
(that one i didn't notice for weeks. apparently it is the work of dyan - who also has applied this to the stall of her local Dallas dive as well. as to what it means - long story.)

yesterday i finally saw brokeback mountain and ate my leftover Off The Wall tortellini. there was some serious movie commenters behind me in the regal. it was a running commentary the entire time. i despise these people. yea i know its a sad story. yea i know jake gyllenhaul is very attractive. yea i know they are having sex. yea i know the scenery is lovely. shut up.

is it legal for me to be working today? according to my desktop calendar my next day off is not until may 29th. memorial day. i hate my life.

what a ridiculous morning.
i woke up late - i had fallen asleep on my couch. i had an early morning at 9am. my boss has already been on me about comin g in late etc. so i literally pulled on a pair of pants and ran out the door. i drove like a maniac down the 198 to a 33. by the time i hit Cayuga i had slowed down a bit - and i looked like i could make it there with a few minutes to spare. until the van in front of my spun out on the ice and i slammed on my breaks. and did a 360. and slammed into her. blah.
i am fine and my car only has minor damage. after the cop left i noticed that i had had the imprinted lines of my couch cushion all down the side of my face. i must have looked ludicrous.

a belated valentine from me. hope you all had a good one.

this weekend i realized i was officially old.
at the 1039 party [inlink]jacksmack,26[/inlink] this weekend i was waiting in the bathroom line behind several (suspiciously young looking) girls. they were engaged in what seemed a fairly intense conversation on how their friend was a "hollaback girl." now i have heard the song of course - but i have never heard humans use this in actually context. i had no idea what they were even talking about. i don't even know what a hollaback girl is! upon relaying this story to (e:jacksmack) the next day he advised me that i had no idea what the definition was because i am old. of course neither did he - so i didn't feel so bad.

i think the highlight of my weekend was getting a new set of couches via my mom. finally i can rest easy on my own couch. the pair we had before did not offer comfort whatsoever. the one was stained in puke (and god knows what else) and up on blocks. the other we received from a random hippie off the street and it was missing the bottom, so in fact the cushions were resting on a tangled web of wires and one plank of wood board which in fact broke in half not too long. mmm i can't wait to go home and watch 24 on them.