A snapshot in time. I'm working on a computer in the new office. Greg's working behind me on his PC complete with three monitors. I've resigned to keeping my laptop here as my sole PC. I've got a disassembled computer on my workbench and I'm migrating files from a customer's old hard drive to his new one. There is so much porn on this guy's system. I mean... stuff involving horses and shit. I'll bet you guys with your ITT diplomas didn't see this as a pitfall. Trust me, you can't call yourself a desktop PC technician until a customer cheerfully shows you pictures of himself and two women in various stages of activity in bed and asks you "are you a swinger at all?"

So this system is moving along with the data transfer, people are walking up and down the hall from the tattoo parlor, the satellite radio is kicking out some commercial free tunes. We're planning a dinner at Pal's Shanty with some friends. I don't think self employment could get any cooler.

Sweet.
Gooch

Oh, man... Valentine's Day is here? Just like Christmas and New Year's I'm so happy to celebrate this holiday single as well. Maybe I'll do something romantic like light some candles and scatter rose petals on my bed before I rub one out Tuesday night. I'm not jaded... just not into it. If you're in a relationship; good for you. I hope you're happy because hopefully the happiness now can justify having your heart pulled out of your chest later on when he or she "became confused" and found themselves sharing drinks with another person that makes them feel comfortable at the moment. Trust me, unbeknowst to me the last four, um "encounters" with different women have proven to be cheating on their part WITHOUT ME KNOWING. There was one other encounter where I knew there was a boyfriend but was too drunk to care.

My point: I've had a great run since my last girlfriend and I broke up but it has done NOTHING to help me learn to trust again. That's fine... I'll trip to the dark side.

Here's some articles to read. Happy Valentine's Day!

Schmucks.

Her cheating heart: how to tell if your wife or girlfriend is likely to have an affair—and how to prevent it - Relationships

The greatest thing I've ever written: The Breakup Column

Sorry if the last few entries offended anyone, if not simply for the language. I've been a wreck the last week with working, moving, strip club DJing. I slept 12 hours last night. My drive home last night was that of a man who looked at going to bed and sleeping in the way some people are eager to go do something fun. I was driving 50mph down Halsey popping Seroquels like skittles and thinking about the joy of sleeping and not having to wake up for anything.

Fucking bliss.

So I worked today, working tonight at the strip club, and will work tomorrow. I guess making money is augmented by having no time to spend it. Beach vacation next weekend. Pretty stoked.

Dieting has been a struggle for me and I've put myself on a program starting this last Monday. Lost 4 pounds so far. A drop in the bucket, but I'll get there.

Wow, what a lame blog. I'll try and think of something funny to write as opposed to "What I did this week by John Gallucci age 31."

GOOCH:lame and out.

[LOGS/HOME] 2/09/2006 02:46:10 PM Comment:
im sad.. you'll fuck her??? what about me???

Oof... that was one crazy blog. It's a seldom occurence that one is able to read their drunken blog and garner the same intrigue as, well, one of you who reads it for the first time. Where do I come up with this shit? Oh, man... it's bizarre being me some time. Honestly, I wouldn't trade places with anyone right now, except for someone that got to sleep four hours ago.

And yes, Amanda I'll fuck you. How about something more romantic than that though... like "make like to you?"

GOOCHOUT

I find the following truths to be self evident: #1: I'm drunk. #2: fuck off. #3 lick my balls.

There, with all that said, I'll continue:

If I asked you out tonight for dinner or God knows what... I was trying to get laid.

#2: Jesus... Teena, Quit bringing guys with mullets around you and yes... I''ll fuck you.

#3: fuck it; im drnmk\.... goochout

Gregster scooped me already on his website, but I/we are in fact moving the bulk of our home offices to office space rented from my cousin's business down the hall. We have a tattoo parlor as a neighbor, a bar downstairs, and a 7-11 across the street.

Location, location, location, indeed. I've got my crap all moved in and my home office is looking like any home's den, if that den happens to have a server or two.

Also... I haven't slept in 40 hours as I write this. Some time this morning I happened to catch the last episode of Knight Rider on SciFi. In the last scene of the last episode Michael Knight is standing on the beach and he decides to run on the sand to his car. I found it amusing that he ended one series the same way he started his next: Running on the beach. True story.

UPDATE: (FromTV.com... yeah, I looked it up) This was originally intended to be the season four finale, and a possible series finale, but "Voodoo Knight" replaced it, this episode is wildly accepted by most Knight Rider fans as being the "real final episode", as it gave Michael Knight's story arc of finding an identity in life a decent, gratifying conclusion.

I just set up two 19" wide screen monitors side by side. The cursor goes between the two monitors and I have two desktops on which to work. You can only imagine how small my penis is that I'm compensating with this kind of setup.