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Day before yesterday I spent three hours and used two different password cracking/retrieval tools to get the administrator password for my shop computer. It was useless without it since I deleted the only user account I'd used on the system. Three hours... I tried every password I could think of. I finally used a service that allows me to upload the encrypted password as retrieved from a bootable floppy disk and then after a couple of hours sends me a link to a web page with my password listed.

What password did I unravel after three hours of guessing/retrieving? What was the wicked smart barrier keeping me from doing my job?

Administrator Password: gooch

Mother Fucker.

Back to the grill again. I bought a sweet ass barbecue today. I saw the guys loading it into my Ford; it looked like a struggle. "How much does that thing weigh" I inquired.

"Oh, about 240 pounds."

So in my truck it'll stay until I can get a friend to help me get it out of my rig. I can't fucking wait to grill again.

Sunday night was so bad for me in terms of a relapse alcoholic bender that I ended up having to buy flowers for a girl, which hasn't happened since I got drunk and became an asshole last May. I'm becoming disoriented as of late... I'm never sure what day it is and when I wake up I'm not sure where I'm at. I can't remember if things occured today, yesterday, or two days ago. I actually said to someone "Today's Monday" yesterday. I met an attractive girl a few weeks ago and hung out with her Tuesday night. I found out from a mutual friend that the girl is a Gemini and I now refuse to date her. When did I start to give a shit about that? Oh, I know... it's when I realized that every nut job girl in my life - whether friend or someone I've dated - is, in fact, a gemini. Something to think about. Or not. I'm not putting too much thought into anything.

EARLY MORNING PHOTOS ARE BACK!

Mad props to Gregster for helping me during my panicked attempt to get the password protection off of my webserver. Just a little glitch I incurred during a server upgrade. This Bud's for you, yo.

GOOCH:same as it ever was.

They're roasting Jeff Foxworthy on Comedy Central. I haven't seen it yet, but I'm not too thrilled that "redneck" comedy has made a comeback. The jokes are all pretty much the same. I get it... you've got appliances and/or a car in your overgrown front lawn. I get it... you date your sister. Ooh! you've all got catch phrases - can we hear them a thousand times during your act? A funny joke in the teasers is Larry the Cable Guy saying that Jeff Foxworthy's show wasn't funny... that "Roots" was funnier than the Jeff Foxworthy show. I'm sure a lot of people from the South think that "Roots" was in fact a comedy and not a drama.

GOOCH:single

Watched Airport 1975 and Boston Strangler on American Movie Classics this weekend. Both starred George Kennedy, the greatest action actor of all fucking time.

I like the term "lactose intolerant" almost as much as "carbohydrate addict." Like if a restaurant owner is lactose intolerant, he might make milk deliveries come through a separate door. lactose segregation would require milk to be stored in less desirable coolers. People who are lactose intolerant might burn crosses in the parking lots of dairies. This is how my brain works. I'm Gooch, and I'm a fucking idiot.

I need my glasses this morning. I can't see the screen on which I'm typing this. I hope there are no typos, as my tapping on this keyboard is merely making the gray haze on the white screen get larger the longer I type.

GOOCH:blind

Police bust suspected drug house

I've drank at this house and played pool in the garage which apparently was later turned into a meth lab. I've partied with the homeowner's ex-wife and ex-girlfriend. Not since the Gina Hoesly incident have i felt so close to the news.

I'm on sort of a Xanax bender this week. Really need to get stabilized. Blahblahblah. Working in the office, watching Rocky. Good stuff. I'm tired but I can't sleep. Gonna go to a watering hole, grab a Red Bull and read a technical manual as I fall asleep.

Gooch:who cares.

Holy shit. I'm perpetually tired now. I worked 86 hours from last Thursday to Wednesday, two days ago. Relationship is in shambles, I haven't talked to any of my friends, I've no energy to do anything, yet I've got plenty to do. I need to go tanning, buy hair products and get a haircut tomorrow.

While I'm at it, I'll go shopping for a new dress. Jesus, what have I become?

I saw one of those "Carbohydrate Addicts" books floating around. Can you imagine an actual carbohydrate addict? I picture a guy on a street corner offering to trade hand jobs for sugar packets. Guys selling their televisions for $10 so they can buy a loaf of bread and a bag of C&H. People going on carb benders. Sweet.

I've got to go... I'm going to suck some dick for a shot of corn syrup and a pixie stick. I'm addicted to Carbs!!!

Get it?