Man oh man, I hate being ill. I haven't been so sick probably since I had pneumonia in middle school. Yesterday I took off of work so I could try and recuperate, and although I do feel somewhat better today, good enough to go to work and not waste my time, I still am pretty miserable.

The one odd thing about it is that since I've been sick I haven't felt even a little stressed out or depressed. Weird. It's like my body is saying "Hey man, we've got more serious shit to think about."

Recently I had a run-in with an asshole on the street, and it might be a bit presumptuous for me to call him an eco-fascist but it certainly seemed that way. Lord knows how I hate eco-fascists. It sort of went like this:

I went to Willie's to pick up some beverages and some snacks, and on the way back home my foot got caught on a plastic bag from Dollar General, which is most definitely not on my block. I tried to get the bag off my foot, but before I could get a hold of it it flew of my foot and went down the street a few steps. Some guy saw this, and said something to the effect of "Hey, you know there's a trash bin right here." If I don't like eco-fascists, I really don't like the ones who misplace their vitriol.

Of course, this prompted me to walk side by side with him to the trash bin, all the while being "lectured" by this fuckhead while I give him nasty looks like "Do you even know what the fuck you're talking about?"

I really really wanted to be a smart ass to him and say one of the following:

"Why don't you say that to the guy who went to DOLLAR GENERAL which is not between my apartment and Wilson Farms?"

"Didn't you see me try to pick up this bag that ain't even mine?"

"Why don't you mind your own damn business, shithead?"

"*Drops Bag* There you go, there's another one for you to pick up."

"*Punch in the head* Fuck off, jerk!"

Of course, I ended up just looking at him like he was (and is) and idiot, and went home to eat my snackies and drink my Diet soda.

Some people..........

Well, seeing as people have been getting random post-its from "Guest" I thought I would check my post-its. Turns out I have a bunch I never even knew about, let alone read! I don't want people to think that I ignored them on purpose. I thought I would take the time to answer people individually.

Oh, for the record, nothing seems to catch my eye when I have new post-its. Is there a notification I am not seeing? It's probably easier to reach me by clicking on the e-mail icon and e-mailing me instead. I check that all the time.

Anyhoo -

(e:Guest) - Does this mean that if I come to the party, I'll have a great weekend, as compared to the shitty weekend if I do not?

(e:MastermindKG) - Where have you been? You disappeared on us. Now, to answer your question - YES, always, who doesn't? Hahaha.

(e:Ladycroft) - I am not doing ANYTHING in that regard, at MC or anywhere else now, believe it or not. Thanks for the compliments, things are good, I have my days though. I can't write much more about it without divulging things I don't want to be made public. Maybe some other time I'll tell you about it.

(e:Jenks) - After 2 and a half months - yikes! Thanks for your support! What I write on here reflects only the moments when I want to vent lately. It's been enough time, and some fellow peeps (not to mention Josh) have slapped sense into me when I needed it. I'm good.

Well, besides the whole not really going for it thing - this is something I have known for a long time. I'm too good looking!

From The Sun Online:

And Selena is not alone. In a recent study, sociologist Diane Felmee found only a third of women said looks were the first thing that attracted them to a man. Most preferred a sense of humour or financial and career success.

Researchers at Newcastle University also believe ugly men exist as a way of repairing our gene pool. Women would rather date men with good genes, who can fight disease easily, than a classically beautiful man.

So, shit, I guess it's time to get that sock full of quarters out, to ask Josh to smash me in the face with it, to find some legal/illegal way of getting a BMW, and maybe to stock up on some Zicam in case she gets a tickle in her throat that ain't STD related.

I was out yesterday at Cecelia's with my bff Jer-Bear. He met a new girl through a friend of his, and I met her for the first time yesterday. Decent enough girl, seems down to earth, I guess. She brought up the age thing somehow, her being 23 and Jerry being 29. I'm not sure if it's really a hangup for her or not. Certainly dating a girl who is under 25 is a no-no in my rule book, for many good reasons but if I met a girl who I thought had potential I wouldn't say "Man, you're great and all but you just need a couple of more years." Hell no! She could very well ripen up by then and your appetite for her could be ruined! If I allowed what someone else thought to affect my decisions all the time, I would probably have had a lot less fun and far less experience in life.

He seems to like her, thinking she may have potential. She brought a cute little friend with her so she wouldn't be alone. The thing is I'm not a great wingman like Josh. I don't have the patience to talk bullshit and pretend like I have to put my best face forward. No, I don't have to do that. I like me. I like my cynical sense of humor. I like to make fun of things. I like all the bad jokes I come up with in the struggle to come through with a few good ones. If someone isn't down with me, it ain't worth wasting any time or energy worrying about them. They're irrelevant, and probably too square for my tastes anyway. Josh is a lot better at dealing with this. He can talk BS for hours and does so every night!

Birthday comes up in a few weeks, as someone reminded me during dinner. No, I am not celebrating. If Josh wants to celebrate he can. It comes on a Friday this year. The last year has been both good and bad, but I just want to move forward. I don't like celebrating, but a few years back I do recall getting a little striptease/lap dance from my girlfriend at the time, which was GREEEAAATT, and which I've come to find is not something a lot of girls like to do for their men. Let's just put it this way - I don't recall a single gift she ever got me, but I sure as hell do remember that night, the images being permanently burned into memory. This year...heh.....it ain't gonna be as nice.

Saw this link off of Drudge this morning, talking about how a bunch of jobs at Citibank are going to be cut or transferred to lower cost economies.



What is really interesting is what it says here:

"Meanwhile thousands of posts in New York City will be shifted to Buffalo in upstate New York near the Canadian border, although almost 60pc of the cuts will take place outside the US."

Oooh, you mean we get to take jobs from NYC? THOUSANDS? Really? I think it's fantastic. Wait for the local government to fuck it up.........

Hey, a new Category for me!

Well, I knew it was time to get back on the pills, as I now have my insurance and money to take care of myself. I went to the Doc and what did he tell me? Just go back to your counseling and get whatever you need there. Huh? I thought you were my Doctor! Why am I here paying you money to tell me to go elsewhere to get help?

I'm so frustrated.

What I do know is that for me, depression and getting blasted go hand in hand. I don't want to go backwards. I hate waking up, hands shaking, overwhelmed with anxiety. It's just brutal. It's distracting, heavily so, and debilitating.

I guess it's time to get rid of this Doc and find someone better.