Got drunk last night. Still buzzed. Had two long conversations with two different girls while I was plowed. The conversations turned out well. I think. Not in the writing mood lately. Wedding this weekend. Picnics on Sunday. Who cares? Going back to bed.

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Photo taken early am 8.7.06. During a bachelor party at Montego's strip club (my club of semi-employment) I put on the bachelorette's veil and put my very large visa bill in my mouth. I don't remember this picture being taken. I am a damn good looking bride, though.
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What they say: "We've saved about $2000 on the service contracts for the Dell servers. This frees up some resources that we can reallocate and ultimately spend more money with you."

What I hear: "words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, words, spend more money with you."

Morning After Pill Heading Over the Counter?

So they've got a pill that causes an abortion the next morning? How about a pill that makes the fetus and the girl disappear the morning after? There's a prescription for happiness. Side effects may include: No expense for breakfast, no bad conversation, no rides to school, no stress coming up with different ways to say "I'll call you."

Fuck yeah.

Can't find the company check book and it's stressing me out. Fuck. I need to have all three check books together in aluminum briefcase #2. If they're not there, and I can't hemmorage cash, then I get stressed out.

Sleeping on the couch again tonight. I don't know why.

goochout.

Did you know that shots of Patron tequila cost $9.00 a shot at most places? I didn't until I started buying rounds of them for people I barely knew. It's just money, right?

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"I read your blog... I think you're on a path to self destruction." - a goochonline.com reader.
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I love that Mel Gibson shouted anti-semitic remarks during a DUII arrest. I mean, this makes him the most powerful anti-semite since Hitler. If his Passion of the Christ movie didn't prove that he hated Jews, then this should. No one, except for Hitler, has spent so much money getting people to hate a group of people.

The only thing Gibson has made me hate is every movie he's made since Mad Max.

Fuck Mel Gibson.

I'm so shy that sometimes I can't even tell a girl that I'm interested in her until after we've had sex.
- John "Gooch" Gallucci, 2006

Sorry for the lack of updates. Going through a weird "Office Space" like trance where I don't pay attention really to what's happening but everything goes my way. I can do no wrong this week. Chicks like me, everyone is laughing at my jokes, computers are getting fixed with ease. I don't know what's going on, maybe Grandma is looking over me (the funeral this last Monday is what I believe to be the emotional incident that led me into this "groove," if you will) or something. I just hope she's not looking over me during the "chicks like me" part of the week.

goochout.

P.S. - Grandma, if they have the internet in Heaven, please don't read this website. Love you, John.

I've had the benefit of going 32 years withoug losing anyone too close to me. By losing anyone close to me, I mean dying. Unfortunately I'm thinking that my luck is starting to run out. A family friend, a friend I knew through the music scene with whom I became close, and my Grandmother (this week) have passed away this year.

I don't know how to grieve. I mean, should I feel guilty if I don't cry? What if I cry at an inappropriate time? If I look emotionless, will someone think me cold or that I don't care?

My natural inclication is to in fact isolate myself and grieve in my own way. Wednesday evening, after I found out my Grandma died, I went home and went to the gym for the first time in two months. Then I showered, went back home, drank wine and watched South Park until I fell asleep. Invitations to go out were declined. No trips to the bar or strip club. Just half a bottle of shiraz and an hour of Cartman before I fell asleep.

Is that wrong? Is there a better, more appropriate way to be sad? Maybe it's a stupid question, but it crossed my mind during the last two months.

Um... shit. Sorry it's been so long since a post. Been busy at an office filling in for Gregster as he's in Mexico on a three week trip of self discovery. Well, by "self" I mean tequila and by discovery I mean "drinking."

God... I'm not even trying at my jokes anymore.

Had an impromptu gathering at my house at 3am last night. That was, um, rewarding. Spent an evening with a girl with an incredible jonesing for ESPN. She hates the A's. Loves the wall mounted TV. That's all I remember.

God, the Sirius Radio just played a Morrisey song and a Pet Shop Boys song back to back. My asshole has never been tighter.


goochout.