Misery on I-5. I’m trying to find the positive aspect of this whole shutting down of two lanes for 19 days and all I can come up with is: longer naps on the bus.

Are they on crack?! I’m betting at least another hour of commute each way. Oh how I wish I still lived in the U District. At least then there were more side road options. Fuckernuts.

“The world better start working out.” No kidding. Just one more celebrity looking for more spotlight and money. Ugh.

Sometimes I just wish he didn’t mean anything to me. I wouldn’t be sitting here at my makeshift desk, eating cereal, missing him.

I don’t get it. Why do people make things unnecesarilly difficult on themselves? I just found out the temp who’s been sitting at the front desk for a majority of the time I’ve been here (since February) and even before wasn’t hired for the permanent Receptionist position. Ok, let me get this straight. After years of the “official” receptionist being out and calling temps in left and right, requesting this one over and over again, they’ve decided to go with someone else? I don’t see how logic comes into play here. Why take the time and effort to train someone new when the current temp could seamlessly slip into the permanent role? I just don’t see their reasoning here.

So today’s her last day because she’s not hanging around until they find someone. I don’t blame her, really, and I hope those hiring realize the mistake they’ve made.

This rocks. Be sure to hit play after the site intro or you’ll miss the the point of the site. Oh wow, stick figures never seemed so cool.

Who needs Niagara? Just show me a good porno or place John in the same room with me and I’m good to go.

I can see into the men’s bathroom. Only some tiles and the base of a uninal, but men’s bathroom nonetheless.

The gaping hole is now covered with a few open manila folders but I still won’t use that stall. It’s amazing, months after the earthquake and most of the cosmetic damages in our building haven’t been fixed. The fallen tiles were picked up within a couple weeks, but the cracks in plaster remained. Either gravity won the battle, or we have a pathetic pervert in our midst who knocked the loose chunk between the walls.

This situation reminds me of a story in Herotica 5 where some students of a culinary class make rendezvous’ to the bathroom during breaks. Ah, and the co-workers will wonder why I’m smiling so.

My Nerve.com Horoscope cracked me up, I tell ya:

Did Romeo remain hidden in the bushes beneath Juliet’s balcony, cloaked in darkness, quietly beating off while keeping his true feelings to himself? Did Abelard remain true to the Church and not confess his hot monkey love for Heloise in book upon book of erotic letters? No! Sure, Romeo bit it and Abelard ended up with no berries on his twig, but isn’t it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all? Yes! So spill the beans.

Funny, yes, but jeeze, I hate it when they actually hit it on the dot. Well, we kinda talked about feelings and stuff this weekend. Sorta.

I did a very stupid thing earlier this evening. Beyond stupidity, I’d rank this right up there with no fucking brain. I accepted a ride from a stranger today.

My bus had just flown by while I was only five feet from the bus stop. Pissed off, I plopped down on one of my bags stuffed with laundry and watched cars whoosh down the road.

A car pulls up, looking to pull out from the parking lot and then the window is rolling down. “Need a lift somewhere?” Of course, first thought in my mind was No, asshole I’m sitting at a bus stop for no fucking reason, which I didn’t say. Apparently I took too long to answer and he asked where I was heading. “Ballinger Way, just down the road”, ecstatic I wouldn’t have to wait for the next bus.

He’s stepping out of his side to help me with my two stuffed-to-capacity bags and it hits me. Shit, Jackass, what the hell are you doing?! But I still put my bags in the back seat and get in the car. The ride was uneventful, really. I picked up the new-car smell right away and inquired. Turns out he just got divorced, was looking for a hotel to crash. Helpful me tossed out the Sierra Suites in Canyon Park as a suggestion, and wished him luck as I hopped out of the car.

What gets me is how my guard was completely down for those few seconds it took to agree on the ride. For years I’ve been so guarded and remotely close to paranoid about safety and watching my back…I’m boggled at how slack I’ve become. Too comfortable.

I was watching the scenery fly by and briefly I thought shoot, I beat off my last attacker, I could do it now, especially since I’ve been working out. Then WTF, who am I kidding?! It didn’t work the first time….

I thanked the man dressed in a crisp white shirt and black slacks before he dropped me off. Said it was nice to know there are still some nice people out there, few as they are. More accurately I was thanking him for not auto-locking the doors, finding some secluded and/or sound proof woods and beating me to death after having his fun. But I kept it simple; why give him any ideas?

Well, my Rubber Absolut FETISH Ad is now up for bid on eBay. Ugh, this kills. I’ll miss it.

My damn tooth hurts. And when my tooth hurts, my left ear hurts, which sends my balance on its wacky ways. At least today’s Vertigo is somewhat explained, whereas the vertigo I’ve experienced this past week. I have two many bruises on my head and arms from wacking them against walls or furniture while off-balance. oi. So, I’m sitting here looking like an idiot pointlessly popping my jaw, attempting to ease the annoyances. Some Orajel would be perfect right about now; who cares if I’m drooling, right?

I think I’m going to sell my Absolut Ad Collection. A decision that’s taken a while to make, but inevitable. After moving this last time I just asked myself what in the world I’m going to do with this collection except cart it around from apartment to apartment. I don’t have ‘em on display at the moment, and I doubt I ever will. And some money to cover college and/or bills would be very helpful. Now, I have to decide how I’ll go about the selling. All ads as one, or singles, here and there? Hmmm. At least I know I have a rare one, Absolut Fetish. That should bring some money in. Either way, if anyone is interested in a specific ad email me. I’ll have a complete list up in the near future.

Aaaah! I’m so excited! Finally, the book I’ve been wanting, Complete Conditioning for Ice Hockey is on its way from Amazon. Yes yes yes YES! I’ve looked through it at the book stores in the mall and can’t wait to get crackin’. They sent it out yesterday morning via Priority Mail, so here’s hoping I have it tomorrow. Oh wow, what a Monday.

This last weekend was amazing. Yeah, the Chiefs lost, but I still had a blast. There’s nothing quite like a road trip to Portland and back with John. You’d have to hear us sing I Try by Macy Gray, or Dido’s Thank You, and even Uncle Cracker’s Follow Me to really understand, though. He’s lucky Bye, bye bye never aired.

While unpacking all my stuff this last week I rediscovered my portable electronic Yahtzee, so I brought that along for some time-passing. After John’s comment about how nifty it’d be if he could just play it while driving, I think I’m going to look for another one…and buy the Velcro strips to attach it to the steering wheel. Not sure, will think about it.

When he dropped me off a bit ago the song
Hanging by a Moment by Lifehouse was playing and is still running through my head. And, although I hadn’t thought of it much before, after this weekend, I am falling even more in love with him. Scary. But I like where we are.

To the person who found my site with their Google search for cheap lithobid, send me an email. Heh, I’m not taking mine anymore…

I’ve been mentioned by Hana-Bi, though who knows if it’s good or bad, since I’m unable to understand the language. Hmm….time to find a translator?

Ah, before I forget, I want to thank Candi and Lilly for linking to Panacea. It’s always a pleasure to know someone is actually reading…and coming back for more.

I just pulled a good one. The receptionist just came over to see if the cell phone left in the bathroom was mine. I’d seen it, but left it for the person to come find it. Nope, not mine (still disconnected at the moment…serves as a wonderful phone book and alarm clock, though). And then I said “oh, it might be Ajay’s, since he has a phone just like it”. She goes to Ajay, next door, asks him, it wasn’t his. There was a pause…then she says “hey Alicia, it can’t be his…it was in the womens’ bathroom”. Um, oh yeah.

I hit the buy/sell/trade cd stores after work yesterday. Four of them in the U District, actually, and managed to get $46 out of those 13 cd’s. Not too shabby, eh? Now, time to dump my plastic baggie of coins in the Coinstar machine for a little more. Not a lot, and yes they charge a few cents a dollar, but the stupid banks don’t have change counting machines anymore. Hmmfph.

The morning was going quite slow, but not anymore since John just passed on news of an article about Spokane Chiefs’ Matt Keith in the Spokesman Review. Finally, the credit he deservers.