I was watching The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning last night and actually turned it off because it grossed me out. I was even on my second glass of wine and a Xanax but I'd had enough. I guess I have to be in a mood for horror films. Didn't used to be. Jesus... the pussification of Gooch is almost complete.

Working at Montego's this Saturday and I am with everyone when I say I really, really, absolutely hope that the girls are hot. I do plan on getting loaded. With alcohol. The club won't know whether to offer me more shifts or get a restraining order. I love walking that fine line.

Happy birthday Robert DeNiro.

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I'm actually smiling in this picture. Really. Ground Kontrol 08.14.07

You know that scene in Office Space where Peter is in the trance and goes to work in flip flops and flippant attitude towards work? That was my entire day yesterday. I took an hour's worth of work and stretched it to a full day.

I have remote access to email and my two office computers, which helped. I slept in, went to a convenience store and picked up a Diet Pepsi, got to a residential customer where I sat and bullshitted so much that although I did a kickass job, only charged half rate. I then went to lunch and chatted away with a random girl at the bar. I went to the office and bullshitted with some people at the tattoo parlor down the hall, printed out invoices, visited my Dad at his office (and stole postage off his office's meter to send out the aforementioned invoices), visited Mom at her office, went to Ground Kontrol downtown and played Punch Out, Track and Field, Star Wars, Mortal Kombat, Q*Bert, Pole Position, Frogger, and Joust. I was so happy. So fucking happy. From there I went to a meeting at an Italian restaurant, then went to Montego's and picked up a possibly defective hard drive. Oh, and drank a bunch of Three Olives vodka (sampling different flavors).

I'll be at Montego's on 158th and Division this Saturday.

This is me... REALLY not wanting to get out of bed. Seriously on the procrastination tip this morning. Would explain the fact that I'm typing this and not, say, in the shower. Aren't you glad I got a camera with a built in phone? More unnecessary pictures of me throughout the blogosphere. I haven't annoyed myself this much since I had the web cam.


"There's no sin in taking money from sinners."

I heard that on Big Love, a recorded episode of which I watched last night. I could would love to make a career out of that philosophy. Many already have.

Speaking of which... Montego's on 158th and Division (Portland) this Saturday.

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From IMDB:

Hustle & Flow star Terrence Howard refuses to date women who don't use moistened tissue on visits to the toilet - as they are "not completely clean." The Oscar-nominated actor insists potential female suitors must not rely solely on toilet tissues in the bathroom, and even goes to the trouble of advising any partners to make the switch to baby wipes if they don't already use them. He tells Elle magazine, "If they're using dry paper, they aren't washing all of themselves. It's just unclean. So if I go inside a woman's house and see the toilet paper there, I'll explain this. And if she doesn't make the adjustment to baby wipes, I'll know she's not completely clean."



I've employed the moistened towlettes at the crib for a couple years now. A girl I dated commented on them as she crawled into bed stating that she likes the towlettes because they [her words] "help me feel clean after taking a shit."



I wonder if Terrence Howard is dating classy girls like that?

Speaking of outer southeast Portland strippers, I'm working this Saturday, August 18, at Montego's as a strip club DJ.

Again.

Montego's - maps.google.com
15826 SE Division St, Portland - (503) 761-7293
Directions and more »

I should have accomplished so much this morning and I haven't done shit. I haven't felt well, though. I'm in the process of planning moving my bedroom into the bigger bedroom and my office in the smaller bedroom (where my bed currently resides). This will allow me to get the king size bed I desire and utilize my space better. IKEA coming to Portland and my girlfriend has inspired this somewhat.

Removing my existing bed is a scary thought. Only God knows what will be found under the bed. It will be like unearthing an archaeological site of sexual immorality, deviance and indecency that would make Caligula himself blush. I won't even take this passage any further. Why did I even start it?

Gregster has a podcast up on his site. I haven't made it all the way through because I was distracted by a finished download of porn.

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