Nothing is wrong, quite the contrary, just haven't had time to update. I thought this lil guy was cute. I'll try and work on that tomorrrow. That is all.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Nothing is wrong, quite the contrary, just haven't had time to update. I thought this lil guy was cute. I'll try and work on that tomorrrow. That is all.
Friday, March 17, 2006
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Monday, January 23, 2006
Funny
Shane McMahon's crony (and alumni of my high school) Pete Gas formerly of the WWE is my new office supply sales rep. I just met him as he came to sit down with me and discuss prices. He looked really familiar and I told him that and then he told me 'cause he used to be in the WWE. I almost laughed, but I maintained. I wonder what Rodney and Joey Abs are up to, lol.
Shane McMahon's crony (and alumni of my high school) Pete Gas formerly of the WWE is my new office supply sales rep. I just met him as he came to sit down with me and discuss prices. He looked really familiar and I told him that and then he told me 'cause he used to be in the WWE. I almost laughed, but I maintained. I wonder what Rodney and Joey Abs are up to, lol.
A Little Bit of Everything
My very first friend in life was a boy I met in nursery school named Jesse. Jesse and I quickly became friends and during swimming lessons at nursery school he'd always organize games of A-Team or Scooby Doo in the pool. Jesse was always the dual role of shaggy and scooby and I was always Daphne. The problem with most of my nursery school friends was that everyone went to different elementary schools because most of them lived across town.
Much to my surprise the first day of elementary school I walked in to Miss Gasparrini's classroom and there was Jesse. Maybe the big kid school wouldn't be so bad afterall. Eventually Jesse moved to Maine when his parents divorced and I saw him once or twice when he came to visit. We ended up losing touch. My freshman year at UConn (1999) I got an email from him (he'd seen my mom and gotten my email from her) and we emailed for a few months and my computer crashed and I lost his address. Last night, I had a message on myspace from him. He acutally had to write "OMG, I'm not sure if you'll remember me", DUH! Anyway, he's leaving Maine as soon as he can to come "home" to be with his friends me, this kid Josh (who was another of my first friends as we lived across the hall in the same apartment complex) and another boy, Derek. I used to have dreams that I would randomly bump into Jesse and he'd write his email address down on a piece of paper for me, but I could never read it in my dream. I never even thought to look for him on myspace.
I also had a dream last night that I got stung by a bee. According to the dream dictionary:
"To dream that you are stung by a bee, signifies unexpected misfortune and that you will be surrounded by trouble."
Poop. Hopefully, I can change my own luck or maybe this dream was late in dealing with all the bad luck with school that just ended. I'll keep my fingers crossed, but if any of you have a rabbits foot or clover you're willing to part with, I'll gladly take donations. (c:
Finally, the Russian stock market is going to follow the Chicago stock market and start trading in weather futures. That is pretty damn crazy. I'll be curious to see how this turns out.
My very first friend in life was a boy I met in nursery school named Jesse. Jesse and I quickly became friends and during swimming lessons at nursery school he'd always organize games of A-Team or Scooby Doo in the pool. Jesse was always the dual role of shaggy and scooby and I was always Daphne. The problem with most of my nursery school friends was that everyone went to different elementary schools because most of them lived across town.
Much to my surprise the first day of elementary school I walked in to Miss Gasparrini's classroom and there was Jesse. Maybe the big kid school wouldn't be so bad afterall. Eventually Jesse moved to Maine when his parents divorced and I saw him once or twice when he came to visit. We ended up losing touch. My freshman year at UConn (1999) I got an email from him (he'd seen my mom and gotten my email from her) and we emailed for a few months and my computer crashed and I lost his address. Last night, I had a message on myspace from him. He acutally had to write "OMG, I'm not sure if you'll remember me", DUH! Anyway, he's leaving Maine as soon as he can to come "home" to be with his friends me, this kid Josh (who was another of my first friends as we lived across the hall in the same apartment complex) and another boy, Derek. I used to have dreams that I would randomly bump into Jesse and he'd write his email address down on a piece of paper for me, but I could never read it in my dream. I never even thought to look for him on myspace.
I also had a dream last night that I got stung by a bee. According to the dream dictionary:
"To dream that you are stung by a bee, signifies unexpected misfortune and that you will be surrounded by trouble."
Poop. Hopefully, I can change my own luck or maybe this dream was late in dealing with all the bad luck with school that just ended. I'll keep my fingers crossed, but if any of you have a rabbits foot or clover you're willing to part with, I'll gladly take donations. (c:
Finally, the Russian stock market is going to follow the Chicago stock market and start trading in weather futures. That is pretty damn crazy. I'll be curious to see how this turns out.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Hardcore to the 100th Power
If Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer then Jack Bauers tears cure fucking A.I.D.S. Much like Chuck Norris, Jack Bauer never cries 'cause he's too busy blowing up terrorists wearing explosive vests with his cellphone! Holy hardcore!
If you missed the last two nights of 24 you might as well just kill yourself, 'cause you missed some awesome television, kids. I would like to have a Jack Bauer baby, but I fear rather than being birthed it would just shoot it's way through my womb. A risk I'm willing to take.
If Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer then Jack Bauers tears cure fucking A.I.D.S. Much like Chuck Norris, Jack Bauer never cries 'cause he's too busy blowing up terrorists wearing explosive vests with his cellphone! Holy hardcore!
If you missed the last two nights of 24 you might as well just kill yourself, 'cause you missed some awesome television, kids. I would like to have a Jack Bauer baby, but I fear rather than being birthed it would just shoot it's way through my womb. A risk I'm willing to take.
