Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Just got back from having a wonderful hour of sunbathing in Riverside Park. I figure that I really have to start getting myself a base tan if I am going to be heading off to the Bahamas in a week and a half! UM! YAY!
So I had a minor freak out last night when I realized that not only do I not have a Passport, I don’t have my Driver’s License renewed. When you turn 26 in NY, you have to get a new license and re-take the eye test, etc. Whatever, I kept putting it off cuz it costs $50. Now I have to get up at the crack of dawn tomorrow and go to the DMV in order to get it taken care of. Most likely I will not have the actual license until after I get back from the Bahamas, but I will have the temporary one on me at all times. I hope that works for Bahaman bars.
I called the travel company today in a panic when I thought that I needed a passport. They informed me that I only need my birth certificate and a picture ID. Since I won’t have my license by then, she said that my work ID would be okay. I hope she was right, cuz otherwise, I will be spending my time at the Bahamas, fighting with the John F. Kennedy airport security. Can anyone calm my nerves on this and re-assure me that all I do need is a birth certificate and a picture ID? For some reason the travel agent didn’t squelch any of my fears.
Ooh…I definitely got some color today. Rock.
So I boofed just now and poop almost came out. Maybe I should go take a little shit.
Paul and I are doing extremely well these days. We actually got up a little early this morning and talked in bed before we had to leave to go to our respective jobs. We have never done that before. Usually I have to leave a lot earlier than he does, so I just let him sleep.
Last night we were up laughing so hard for so long that I almost burst with happiness. We had a discussion about the Ahmad thing and about future hook-ups. He said that he is totally cool with the fact that I may want to hook up with other people besides him. (Especially since we are still not hooking up these days.) But he is really uncomfortable with me dating anyone else or pursuing any other type of relationship. I told him that I understood and that I thought that was fair. It was the first time in as long as I can remember that we had a conversation of this nature and didn’t end up slicing each other’s faces off in the process. Are Paul and Joe actually becoming a real couple afterall?? I mean, it has been 3 years, 7 months, and 6 days. Bout motha fuckin time.
So I am quite the celebrity at work what with my HUGE face in the paper. My boss wants me to photocopy it so that he can put it up in my building for when the students return. I told him that I thought the idea was CRAZY, but he insists on me doing it. Ugh. “Hi students! Welcome back! Look at my fat head in the newspaper! How was YOUR summer?” Oh yeah, they’ll just love it.
My dad is CONVINCED that I could get a commercial deal with Sprint out of this whole thing. I tried so hard to explain to him that it just doesn’t happen that way. He refused to believe me and said that my situation is just like “Jared’s”. You know Jared don’t you? The Subway sandwich loser guy. “But Joe! Look at Jared. He won’t have to work another day in his life!” “Oh yeah dad? Well, I hope that I don’t become ‘Jared’ for a number of reasons; mostly being that I don’t want to be known as the fatty who became skinny from eating Veggie subs all day.” “Oh Joe, I figured you wouldn’t make the most out of this opportunity, but what do I know?” “Yeah dad. You are right. I’ll think about it.”
NEVER.
My parents seem to think that if you are blessed to have your picture in the paper, you should consider it an open opportunity for fame and fortune. I tried to explain that if that were true, there would be no regular people in the world. Everyone’s been in the paper at some point, for some thing, and we don’t have a gazillion celebrities running around. But nooooooooo….I’m lazy and missing out on my chance to make it big. Achoo.
Scuse me.
He’s just trying to help and I LOVE him for it. But I just need an agent. Then they can deal with my dad’s great big ideas. He wants me to make it so badly he can taste it. And so do I. But the subconscious pressure that comes from all of this makes me want to call up the Daily News and have them retract the whole thing.
Sike never. But you understand.
Turtle head turtle head how are you today?
Very very well my friend, can I come out to play?
Turtle head turtle head why do you hurt me so?
Well you trap me inside your bowels, you fucking little ho.
Turtle head turtle head, are you trying to hurt my heart?
Let me out your sphincter, or I’ll juicify your fart.
Turtle head turtle head, you have won this round.
I will win them all and here comes poop with sound.
Peace out y’all!
So I had a minor freak out last night when I realized that not only do I not have a Passport, I don’t have my Driver’s License renewed. When you turn 26 in NY, you have to get a new license and re-take the eye test, etc. Whatever, I kept putting it off cuz it costs $50. Now I have to get up at the crack of dawn tomorrow and go to the DMV in order to get it taken care of. Most likely I will not have the actual license until after I get back from the Bahamas, but I will have the temporary one on me at all times. I hope that works for Bahaman bars.
I called the travel company today in a panic when I thought that I needed a passport. They informed me that I only need my birth certificate and a picture ID. Since I won’t have my license by then, she said that my work ID would be okay. I hope she was right, cuz otherwise, I will be spending my time at the Bahamas, fighting with the John F. Kennedy airport security. Can anyone calm my nerves on this and re-assure me that all I do need is a birth certificate and a picture ID? For some reason the travel agent didn’t squelch any of my fears.
Ooh…I definitely got some color today. Rock.
So I boofed just now and poop almost came out. Maybe I should go take a little shit.
Paul and I are doing extremely well these days. We actually got up a little early this morning and talked in bed before we had to leave to go to our respective jobs. We have never done that before. Usually I have to leave a lot earlier than he does, so I just let him sleep.
Last night we were up laughing so hard for so long that I almost burst with happiness. We had a discussion about the Ahmad thing and about future hook-ups. He said that he is totally cool with the fact that I may want to hook up with other people besides him. (Especially since we are still not hooking up these days.) But he is really uncomfortable with me dating anyone else or pursuing any other type of relationship. I told him that I understood and that I thought that was fair. It was the first time in as long as I can remember that we had a conversation of this nature and didn’t end up slicing each other’s faces off in the process. Are Paul and Joe actually becoming a real couple afterall?? I mean, it has been 3 years, 7 months, and 6 days. Bout motha fuckin time.
So I am quite the celebrity at work what with my HUGE face in the paper. My boss wants me to photocopy it so that he can put it up in my building for when the students return. I told him that I thought the idea was CRAZY, but he insists on me doing it. Ugh. “Hi students! Welcome back! Look at my fat head in the newspaper! How was YOUR summer?” Oh yeah, they’ll just love it.
My dad is CONVINCED that I could get a commercial deal with Sprint out of this whole thing. I tried so hard to explain to him that it just doesn’t happen that way. He refused to believe me and said that my situation is just like “Jared’s”. You know Jared don’t you? The Subway sandwich loser guy. “But Joe! Look at Jared. He won’t have to work another day in his life!” “Oh yeah dad? Well, I hope that I don’t become ‘Jared’ for a number of reasons; mostly being that I don’t want to be known as the fatty who became skinny from eating Veggie subs all day.” “Oh Joe, I figured you wouldn’t make the most out of this opportunity, but what do I know?” “Yeah dad. You are right. I’ll think about it.”
NEVER.
My parents seem to think that if you are blessed to have your picture in the paper, you should consider it an open opportunity for fame and fortune. I tried to explain that if that were true, there would be no regular people in the world. Everyone’s been in the paper at some point, for some thing, and we don’t have a gazillion celebrities running around. But nooooooooo….I’m lazy and missing out on my chance to make it big. Achoo.
Scuse me.
He’s just trying to help and I LOVE him for it. But I just need an agent. Then they can deal with my dad’s great big ideas. He wants me to make it so badly he can taste it. And so do I. But the subconscious pressure that comes from all of this makes me want to call up the Daily News and have them retract the whole thing.
Sike never. But you understand.
Turtle head turtle head how are you today?
Very very well my friend, can I come out to play?
Turtle head turtle head why do you hurt me so?
Well you trap me inside your bowels, you fucking little ho.
Turtle head turtle head, are you trying to hurt my heart?
Let me out your sphincter, or I’ll juicify your fart.
Turtle head turtle head, you have won this round.
I will win them all and here comes poop with sound.
Peace out y’all!
