Update: I chose the orange flavored Jello because there was only one left.
Did you like that, with the text color change. Awesome!
goochout
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
From the mouth of a stripper...
"I have a 110 inch projectile TV" the sort of hot stripper said to me during a coversation about, um TVs. I guess.
"You mean a projector?" in case I misunderstood.
"Well, projectile is the technical term" she informed me.
Is this really my life? Holy fuck. Blogging in the early afternoon about the mis speaks of strippers? Scheduling my work week around when the hot temp secretary is working at one of my customers? Sending and receiving drunken emails? Pacing around my living room wondering which iPod I should buy because my fear of commitment spreads to consumer electronics as well, apparently? The computer vendor doesn't have my system ready for me pushing my entire day back an hour and all I can think about is "why did I wear this shirt today?" Which flavor Jello should I eat, because it's the only food in the fridge?
People's Court:on
gooch:out
"I have a 110 inch projectile TV" the sort of hot stripper said to me during a coversation about, um TVs. I guess.
"You mean a projector?" in case I misunderstood.
"Well, projectile is the technical term" she informed me.
Is this really my life? Holy fuck. Blogging in the early afternoon about the mis speaks of strippers? Scheduling my work week around when the hot temp secretary is working at one of my customers? Sending and receiving drunken emails? Pacing around my living room wondering which iPod I should buy because my fear of commitment spreads to consumer electronics as well, apparently? The computer vendor doesn't have my system ready for me pushing my entire day back an hour and all I can think about is "why did I wear this shirt today?" Which flavor Jello should I eat, because it's the only food in the fridge?
People's Court:on
gooch:out
From the first email I received this morning:
I'm troubled by the sentiment, but moved by the eloquence. Seriously.
I have to get to work. I'll chat more later. Gotta get my game face on. Eye of the tiger. Gooch! Gooch! Gooch!
Shooting Sizemore? He should be shot. With a gun, not a camera. Contrived bullshit.
Gooch:Out
Gooch...just because we don't fuck doesn't mean you can be a shitty friend.
I'm troubled by the sentiment, but moved by the eloquence. Seriously.
I have to get to work. I'll chat more later. Gotta get my game face on. Eye of the tiger. Gooch! Gooch! Gooch!
Shooting Sizemore? He should be shot. With a gun, not a camera. Contrived bullshit.
Gooch:Out
Monday, January 08, 2007
Props to Gregster, Lucky's bar (28th and NE Glisan, Portland), and The Gladstone Pub (38th and SE Gladstone, Portland), for a decent mini pub-crawl last night.
I realized that no matter where I go, I feel entirely out of place. It's okay, I don't think I want to go where I feel like I belong.
I've run into a few girls that I've dated in the past. I ask them why we quit seeing each other and the #1 reason is: Too many female friends. Too many female friends that I've dated, to be specific. Which makes the conversations all the more ironic.
Back to the Grind. Something awesome needs to happen in the news so I can take the attention away from me.
I realized that no matter where I go, I feel entirely out of place. It's okay, I don't think I want to go where I feel like I belong.
I've run into a few girls that I've dated in the past. I ask them why we quit seeing each other and the #1 reason is: Too many female friends. Too many female friends that I've dated, to be specific. Which makes the conversations all the more ironic.
Back to the Grind. Something awesome needs to happen in the news so I can take the attention away from me.