Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It's been 10 days since my last post.
Between the Twittering and Facebooking, it's hard not to let a couple of outlets slip through the cracks. I've got this blog and a Podcast that I've neglected.
Also: Match.com. If a girl emails me I must respond immediately, right? I'll look uninterested or like an ass. I've only met two girls off of Match, one of whom I remotely fixed a computer problem only to have her get pissed when I postponed our first date. First dates, mind you, are me buying dinner for a girl I'm only moderately interested in and then trying to figure out a way to get away/cut the night short so that I can hang out with my friends.
Cockblocking platonic female friends might not be such a bad idea after all.
Purchases an expensive-ish piece of DJing equipment. It works well (after I downloaded the white papers and required software to update the firmware, you know... two hours of what I do for a living just to get it to work). It works well, but do I really want to be a DJ? Do I need another hobby? It'll look nice next to the electronic drum pad that I seldom play anymore after eight years of ownership. How's my bicycles doing sitting in storage? Yeah, Gooch: don't ride the bicycles... take on a hobby in which you stand in place.
Fuck: I ate too much sushi today. Caffeine from the diet pepsi is the only thing keeping me from a deep white rice food coma. That and the boredom of getting a cell phone to synch with a server. A mundane task which, when it doesn't go right, is frustrating as fuck. That's what I've encountered a lot of this week: normal IT tasks that for some reason just clusterfuck themselves from a 10 minute task to a two hour orfuckingdeal.
Might have to get out of town this weekend. We'll see.
Shalom, fuckers.
out.
