Jessica, Stefanie, Gooch, Marty, Carly: Halloween 2005.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
1:38pm - Tuesday
I'm pretty sure that girls are never genuinely interested in me unless they're in competition with someone else for my affections. It sounds silly and self gratifying, but I can point out instances since high school when a girl didn't want me, only that they didn't want a specific person to have me. Holy shit, the more I think about it I know it's true. Quite frankly, if you want to cock block me, it's cool. However, I'd better somehow get laid... or even a blow job out of the deal.
Gooch: Medicated and by most suckers hated.
I'm actually seeing someone right now. We run more errands together than actual dating, but I've been reminded as to what a functional relationship is and can be. It's been three years since I experienced that. Grocery shopping as a date? Fine with me.
Work is good. I've started taking some time and cleaning/rearranging the house for the holidays. I'm going to get a tree this year. I've never had one at my own place. I'm confused as to whether I'm supposed to decorate for fall or straight up Christmas shit. I've got some orange candles and a throw blanket in the Living room. It'll do for now. How the fuck did blue become a Christmas color? It's all over the place. I'll never know. It's like the blue pigment industry lobbied to be included with the red white and green pigment groups.
goochout
I'm pretty sure that girls are never genuinely interested in me unless they're in competition with someone else for my affections. It sounds silly and self gratifying, but I can point out instances since high school when a girl didn't want me, only that they didn't want a specific person to have me. Holy shit, the more I think about it I know it's true. Quite frankly, if you want to cock block me, it's cool. However, I'd better somehow get laid... or even a blow job out of the deal.
Gooch: Medicated and by most suckers hated.
I'm actually seeing someone right now. We run more errands together than actual dating, but I've been reminded as to what a functional relationship is and can be. It's been three years since I experienced that. Grocery shopping as a date? Fine with me.
Work is good. I've started taking some time and cleaning/rearranging the house for the holidays. I'm going to get a tree this year. I've never had one at my own place. I'm confused as to whether I'm supposed to decorate for fall or straight up Christmas shit. I've got some orange candles and a throw blanket in the Living room. It'll do for now. How the fuck did blue become a Christmas color? It's all over the place. I'll never know. It's like the blue pigment industry lobbied to be included with the red white and green pigment groups.
goochout
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Hmmm...
It's 8:07. I'm behind schedule. Wanted to be at Fry's by 8am. Need wireless stuff. Been to the gym this morning. Started new meds that dictate that I cannot drink at all while I'm taking them. Sobriety is more fun when it's self imposed. I had one drink the first night I took a pill and I slept for 10 hours. That cuts into productivity and when you work a couple hours a day, that can mean a lot.
BREAKING Johngallucci*
Had to talk to a shrink in conjunction with the prescription of the pills. Questions like "How many mailboxes did you knock over" and "have you been arrested" came into play. I don't know what was less comfortable: the questions or the blood drawing.
Only a hot chick like Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas could rhyme "work" and "shirt" and get away with it.
*Johngallucci, my full first and last name rhymes with Bonaduce. Get it? That's fun.
It's 8:07. I'm behind schedule. Wanted to be at Fry's by 8am. Need wireless stuff. Been to the gym this morning. Started new meds that dictate that I cannot drink at all while I'm taking them. Sobriety is more fun when it's self imposed. I had one drink the first night I took a pill and I slept for 10 hours. That cuts into productivity and when you work a couple hours a day, that can mean a lot.
BREAKING Johngallucci*
Had to talk to a shrink in conjunction with the prescription of the pills. Questions like "How many mailboxes did you knock over" and "have you been arrested" came into play. I don't know what was less comfortable: the questions or the blood drawing.
Only a hot chick like Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas could rhyme "work" and "shirt" and get away with it.
*Johngallucci, my full first and last name rhymes with Bonaduce. Get it? That's fun.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Pizza and Xanax
I'm in the middle of one of the first serious anxiety attacks I've had in a while. I woke up while tossing and turning in bed in my clothes. I layed down for a bit, planning to hang out with some friends and instead fell asleep for a few hours. My T-shirt was soaked with sweat as if I'd just gotten off the treadmill. After 10 minutes of laying and staring at the ceiling while Behind the Music blared on the TV (it wasn't the anxiety, the ceiling was more interesting than the band on BtM) I saw my keychain on the nightstand. On my keychain is a pill holder with the two best drugs in the world: Viagra and Xanax. Careful not to take the wrong one (they're both blue) I broke off some Xanax. Ten minutes later I treated myself to some leftover 2am pizza. My arms are tired as if I just worked out and my hands are trembling. What the fuck? Is this sobriety? You can keep it. Nice experiment. Paging Dr. Daniels... Dr. Jack Daniels, MD. At least when I drank, I had legitimate things to panic about. Holy shit. I hope this stuff kicks in soon. I need sleep. Going to Foo Fighters/Weezer tomorrow night. Awesome. I have work tomorrow, which is great. Dammit, there's nothing on TV. Been watching Soprano's starting from episode 1 with some friends. Awesome.
I'm in the middle of one of the first serious anxiety attacks I've had in a while. I woke up while tossing and turning in bed in my clothes. I layed down for a bit, planning to hang out with some friends and instead fell asleep for a few hours. My T-shirt was soaked with sweat as if I'd just gotten off the treadmill. After 10 minutes of laying and staring at the ceiling while Behind the Music blared on the TV (it wasn't the anxiety, the ceiling was more interesting than the band on BtM) I saw my keychain on the nightstand. On my keychain is a pill holder with the two best drugs in the world: Viagra and Xanax. Careful not to take the wrong one (they're both blue) I broke off some Xanax. Ten minutes later I treated myself to some leftover 2am pizza. My arms are tired as if I just worked out and my hands are trembling. What the fuck? Is this sobriety? You can keep it. Nice experiment. Paging Dr. Daniels... Dr. Jack Daniels, MD. At least when I drank, I had legitimate things to panic about. Holy shit. I hope this stuff kicks in soon. I need sleep. Going to Foo Fighters/Weezer tomorrow night. Awesome. I have work tomorrow, which is great. Dammit, there's nothing on TV. Been watching Soprano's starting from episode 1 with some friends. Awesome.