Wednesday, October 16, 2002
Well fucking YAY! I am back at work.
ugh.
Even though I spent most of the day in the doctor's office yesterday, I still find that to be more enjoyable than sitting here in my chair at my extremely unrewarding job.
Enough of that talk.
What's going on these days...
Paul is supposed to come in to town tonight. It's a last minute change on the plans we had. He was SUPPOSED to come here on Thursday and stay until Saturday morning. Because he thought that it would serve HIS purposes better by coming tonight at 11pm and leaving tomorrow at 7pm, that is what will be happening.
I was pretty furious last night and in fact, am still upset that he doesn't make any sort of effort to include me into our plans.
I mean, he is coming to see ME, right?
Very frustrating.
The only good thing about all of this is that he will be staying with me from Wed.-Sun. next week. While that is great and will be an extended visit, I have things to do during that time.
Oh it's so irritating that even writing about it is driving me crazy.
Don't feel like explaining anymore.
Let's switch gears.
Talked to my friend Randy on the phone for just about 2 hours on Monday night. It was an absolutely great conversation. This guy makes me laugh, makes me question, and also opens me up to things I have never really considered in the past. While we are very different, we are also very much the same. I find myself opening up to him about things that I really should keep quiet about. I think he feels the same.
For example...Randy has decided that he is so open minded with his sexual endeavors that he would be willing to....
SIKE!
I promised him that I would keep his business out of this journal and I will do just that.
But Randy...do you KNOW where I was going with that?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
oh
So yeah, I really like this guy. I hope to keep up with him and to bother him with my drunken slobbery every night of the week.
BTW...if you didn't see the Real World last night, you really missed out. This cast is so unbelievably irritating that I can't sit still and watch it. I drag my fingernails down my face during just about every scene.
Someone kill these people. Steven dies first.
Today I need to get my haircut.
Did you ever just not WANT to get your haircut?
I mean, it sounds like no big deal. Just do it Joe. Stop acting like a baby about everything.
But in all honesty, I hate sitting in that chair making stupid conversation until they are done butchering me.
See, the problem is that I have Asian hair; pin straight and damn near the worst style to have when it grows out. If put off for too long, my head turns into some sort of spikey beast that, when covered in gel, brutally wounds all those that try to hug me during the day.
Oh and by the way. Stop hugging me. That will kill any sort of ridiculous hair comment that might fall out of your mouth when I am
trying to avoid your impending hug.
Don't touch me.
Why is it that some people understand the no touching rule, while others feel that it is their personal challenge to make you comfortable with it?
Wow...I hate people, huh?
Not really.
But sometimes yes.
Today I was riding the local train uptown and decided to close my eyes. I have about 9 stops before I have to get off the train.
In what seemed to be 2 minutes and 30 seconds, I was already uptown and past my stop for work. I opened my eyes to see my sorry white ass zipping into Harlem. I told Rita that when I opened my eyes, I SWEAR that everyone's face on the train turned from white to black. And also became very angry.
Black hemoss.
It was a little disconcerting.
I quickly switched sides to go back downtown and realized: "I NEVER want to live in Harlem."
Never.
Harlem is for people who have tough skin.
Tough black skin.
Astoria is for short in stature latinos.
That's why I live there.
come esta?
Do you know that song "Twisted" by Keith Sweat? It's kind of an annoying song and it seems to be playing on repeat on my computer right now.
I am about to "Twist" Keith Sweat's nipples right off.
Purple lurple style.
Have any of you ever played "Tune in Tokyo" before?
If not...this is how you play:
Tell a female friend to put her hands on her head so that her elbows jut out from each side of her face.
Tell her then twist her body from one side to the other while saying "Boop boop boop boop..."
While she is doing that, quickly grab both of her nipples, twisting them and saying: "Tune in Tokyo!" "TUNE IN TOKYO!"
Act like you are really scared about getting the right frequency on her nipple radio.
That way she can't possibly get mad about you hurting her titties. I mean, you are really trying to culture yourself by listening to Asian music.
It's PRETTY fun.
Is it wrong that the woman rabbi that I work with has a HOT brother?
Is it wrong that he may have caught me looking at his ass?
Is it wrong that I was pulling on my dick at the time?
Alright Joe. No more crass attitude today.
So there is this lady that I work with that just happens to be my programming boss.
She is probably my favorite person to work with although I hate her very deeply sometimes. I really have no favorite at work. They all suck. But she sucks the least.
Anyway, she has this smarmy way of saying things to me in front of students or other staff members.
My new thing...
When she says these comments, I then say a MUCH ruder comment back to her and embarrass her in front of the student or staff member. It is childish and sometimes I feel bad when she gets red faced and walks away.
But doesn't that mean that she should STOP saying rude shit?
I think she WANTS me to make her feel like an asshole.
She does.
It's just too bad. Cuz I do like her. But I like not being embarrassed better.
Okay, that's it. Off to lunch.
And to get my fucking hairs cut.
I hate it.
hate it
hate it
want to eat pizza and mcdonalds for lunch instead of getting my hairs cut.
hate it.
ugh.
Even though I spent most of the day in the doctor's office yesterday, I still find that to be more enjoyable than sitting here in my chair at my extremely unrewarding job.
Enough of that talk.
What's going on these days...
Paul is supposed to come in to town tonight. It's a last minute change on the plans we had. He was SUPPOSED to come here on Thursday and stay until Saturday morning. Because he thought that it would serve HIS purposes better by coming tonight at 11pm and leaving tomorrow at 7pm, that is what will be happening.
I was pretty furious last night and in fact, am still upset that he doesn't make any sort of effort to include me into our plans.
I mean, he is coming to see ME, right?
Very frustrating.
The only good thing about all of this is that he will be staying with me from Wed.-Sun. next week. While that is great and will be an extended visit, I have things to do during that time.
Oh it's so irritating that even writing about it is driving me crazy.
Don't feel like explaining anymore.
Let's switch gears.
Talked to my friend Randy on the phone for just about 2 hours on Monday night. It was an absolutely great conversation. This guy makes me laugh, makes me question, and also opens me up to things I have never really considered in the past. While we are very different, we are also very much the same. I find myself opening up to him about things that I really should keep quiet about. I think he feels the same.
For example...Randy has decided that he is so open minded with his sexual endeavors that he would be willing to....
SIKE!
I promised him that I would keep his business out of this journal and I will do just that.
But Randy...do you KNOW where I was going with that?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
oh
So yeah, I really like this guy. I hope to keep up with him and to bother him with my drunken slobbery every night of the week.
BTW...if you didn't see the Real World last night, you really missed out. This cast is so unbelievably irritating that I can't sit still and watch it. I drag my fingernails down my face during just about every scene.
Someone kill these people. Steven dies first.
Today I need to get my haircut.
Did you ever just not WANT to get your haircut?
I mean, it sounds like no big deal. Just do it Joe. Stop acting like a baby about everything.
But in all honesty, I hate sitting in that chair making stupid conversation until they are done butchering me.
See, the problem is that I have Asian hair; pin straight and damn near the worst style to have when it grows out. If put off for too long, my head turns into some sort of spikey beast that, when covered in gel, brutally wounds all those that try to hug me during the day.
Oh and by the way. Stop hugging me. That will kill any sort of ridiculous hair comment that might fall out of your mouth when I am
trying to avoid your impending hug.
Don't touch me.
Why is it that some people understand the no touching rule, while others feel that it is their personal challenge to make you comfortable with it?
Wow...I hate people, huh?
Not really.
But sometimes yes.
Today I was riding the local train uptown and decided to close my eyes. I have about 9 stops before I have to get off the train.
In what seemed to be 2 minutes and 30 seconds, I was already uptown and past my stop for work. I opened my eyes to see my sorry white ass zipping into Harlem. I told Rita that when I opened my eyes, I SWEAR that everyone's face on the train turned from white to black. And also became very angry.
Black hemoss.
It was a little disconcerting.
I quickly switched sides to go back downtown and realized: "I NEVER want to live in Harlem."
Never.
Harlem is for people who have tough skin.
Tough black skin.
Astoria is for short in stature latinos.
That's why I live there.
come esta?
Do you know that song "Twisted" by Keith Sweat? It's kind of an annoying song and it seems to be playing on repeat on my computer right now.
I am about to "Twist" Keith Sweat's nipples right off.
Purple lurple style.
Have any of you ever played "Tune in Tokyo" before?
If not...this is how you play:
Tell a female friend to put her hands on her head so that her elbows jut out from each side of her face.
Tell her then twist her body from one side to the other while saying "Boop boop boop boop..."
While she is doing that, quickly grab both of her nipples, twisting them and saying: "Tune in Tokyo!" "TUNE IN TOKYO!"
Act like you are really scared about getting the right frequency on her nipple radio.
That way she can't possibly get mad about you hurting her titties. I mean, you are really trying to culture yourself by listening to Asian music.
It's PRETTY fun.
Is it wrong that the woman rabbi that I work with has a HOT brother?
Is it wrong that he may have caught me looking at his ass?
Is it wrong that I was pulling on my dick at the time?
Alright Joe. No more crass attitude today.
So there is this lady that I work with that just happens to be my programming boss.
She is probably my favorite person to work with although I hate her very deeply sometimes. I really have no favorite at work. They all suck. But she sucks the least.
Anyway, she has this smarmy way of saying things to me in front of students or other staff members.
My new thing...
When she says these comments, I then say a MUCH ruder comment back to her and embarrass her in front of the student or staff member. It is childish and sometimes I feel bad when she gets red faced and walks away.
But doesn't that mean that she should STOP saying rude shit?
I think she WANTS me to make her feel like an asshole.
She does.
It's just too bad. Cuz I do like her. But I like not being embarrassed better.
Okay, that's it. Off to lunch.
And to get my fucking hairs cut.
I hate it.
hate it
hate it
want to eat pizza and mcdonalds for lunch instead of getting my hairs cut.
hate it.
