Hmmm...
Woke up late, got a haircut, some teriyaki chicken, and a green tea frapuccino. A solid day so far. Working in the office. It's peaceful here, the sounds of buzzing tattoo needles are somewhat absent. I haven't received a lot of emails lately. Weird. Working at the strip club tonight. 157th and Division in Portland.
goochout.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
6abc.com: Wife Accused in Attack - Ripping Off Husband's Penis With Bare Hands.
Reason number 87 as to why no one should ever get married.
Also, This is funny and interesting:
Internet Game recommended by Gooch
Also, My Dad joined Nikki and me at dinner last night. Nikki loves to embarrass me in front of her friends (some of whom she's hooked me up with, so it's all good), family, whoever. It's easy when you're best friends and know everything about each other. So without going into the bulk of the entire evening's conversation, I'll give you the highlight:
[In discussing a girl with whom I cheated on an ex with years ago] Nikki to my Dad: "Yeah... Gooch called her 'Triple X' because she took it in all three orifices!"
I turned away from my Father as Nikki and he went on to discuss other things my Dad observed while I lived with him by ourselves in the late nineties.
Reason number 87 as to why no one should ever get married.
Also, This is funny and interesting:
Internet Game recommended by Gooch
Also, My Dad joined Nikki and me at dinner last night. Nikki loves to embarrass me in front of her friends (some of whom she's hooked me up with, so it's all good), family, whoever. It's easy when you're best friends and know everything about each other. So without going into the bulk of the entire evening's conversation, I'll give you the highlight:
[In discussing a girl with whom I cheated on an ex with years ago] Nikki to my Dad: "Yeah... Gooch called her 'Triple X' because she took it in all three orifices!"
I turned away from my Father as Nikki and he went on to discuss other things my Dad observed while I lived with him by ourselves in the late nineties.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Sitting in the Sandy Blvd. (in Portland, OR) office, chugging water (have to go buy a a/c unit soon) and watching the magic of a Windows XP installation unfold before me. Hair Nation is quietly serenading me from the Sirius radio. The sound of traffic and leaves rustling are coming through the window along with a gentle breeze. Nikki is on her way to meet me down here for some steamer clams at Pal's Shanty next door.
Gregster is moving out of this space since he has plenty of room at his house to accomplish what he can here. And, his house is closer to Putters (his watering hole) than this office is. I'm replacing him with a hide-a-bed, which will make this the sweetest bachelor-pad-office ever.
It's funny, I told my Mom during a drive to Salem on Mother's Day that Greg was moving out of the office. Her first response was "Is everything alright with you and Greg?" I knew what she meant, but it just sounds funny in the context in which it was said.
"Actually, Mom, I think he's sharing an office with someone else behind my back." Can you imagine the argument? "So, Greg... who the fuck is he? What... does his office have air conditioning? More square footage? A T-1 internet connection? What, is my DSL not good enough for you? Who is he? Or is it a she... you fucking fag!"
I think the funny part is when I call him a homosexual because he might be spending time with a female office mate.
goochout
Gregster is moving out of this space since he has plenty of room at his house to accomplish what he can here. And, his house is closer to Putters (his watering hole) than this office is. I'm replacing him with a hide-a-bed, which will make this the sweetest bachelor-pad-office ever.
It's funny, I told my Mom during a drive to Salem on Mother's Day that Greg was moving out of the office. Her first response was "Is everything alright with you and Greg?" I knew what she meant, but it just sounds funny in the context in which it was said.
"Actually, Mom, I think he's sharing an office with someone else behind my back." Can you imagine the argument? "So, Greg... who the fuck is he? What... does his office have air conditioning? More square footage? A T-1 internet connection? What, is my DSL not good enough for you? Who is he? Or is it a she... you fucking fag!"
I think the funny part is when I call him a homosexual because he might be spending time with a female office mate.
goochout
Only in the Mormon capital of the world could this happen:
70,000 Beer Cans Found in Utah Home
The tenant drank Coors Light Exclusively: 24 beers a day for eight years. The cans were recycled for $800 (click the link above for the full story). If they'd recycled the cans individually in Oregon it would have been $3500 (at $.05 per can).
goochout.
70,000 Beer Cans Found in Utah Home
The tenant drank Coors Light Exclusively: 24 beers a day for eight years. The cans were recycled for $800 (click the link above for the full story). If they'd recycled the cans individually in Oregon it would have been $3500 (at $.05 per can).
goochout.
Got an old fashioned hangover complete with Taco Bell burps and I don't remember getting Taco Bell last night.
Yesterday's work day kicked ass. Got a lot of challenges tackled and a lot of tackles challenged.
Okay, I'm probably still a little drunk.
That's okay.
Drank with a friend of mine last night whose girlfriend left him. When you've spent the last seven months telling a guy how awesome his girlfriend is and she suddenly leaves, it's hard to tell him that he's "better off without her." The theory I've adopted through my association with the strip club industry and the stellar relationships that come from such an association is that "you've had your turn with her, it's someone else's now."
Not what my friend last night would have wanted to hear.
Lots of couples with whom I'm friends going through issues now. Good luck with all that.
goochout
Yesterday's work day kicked ass. Got a lot of challenges tackled and a lot of tackles challenged.
Okay, I'm probably still a little drunk.
That's okay.
Drank with a friend of mine last night whose girlfriend left him. When you've spent the last seven months telling a guy how awesome his girlfriend is and she suddenly leaves, it's hard to tell him that he's "better off without her." The theory I've adopted through my association with the strip club industry and the stellar relationships that come from such an association is that "you've had your turn with her, it's someone else's now."
Not what my friend last night would have wanted to hear.
Lots of couples with whom I'm friends going through issues now. Good luck with all that.
goochout
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Huge fucking work day ahead of me this today. This is, of course, why I'm up and blogging at 6:16am. I haven't been drinking a lot lately and it feels good to wake up early and work out/get stuff done. I've got a wicked schedule today with no room for errors. Getting through a work day like this is like sex, except that I'm the one getting paid.