Michele, I sincerely hope that you have a fantastic day. The man and the kids need to be worshipping you for the Goddess that you are, even more than usual today. Whatever the day brings, know that I’m just one of many, many people who love you.
Happy Birthday!!!
I just watched the first episode of Firefly on Netflix. Holy shit, this show is awesome. I can’t believe I missed this. I need to get in more, apparently.
I find myself a bit uneasy these past few days. I’m crabby, quick to snap, and have a general feeling of restlessness. This is totally uncharacteristic of me. Whenever I get like this I know that it’s been too long since I’ve had any of the following:
I’m taking a few days off from work at the end of this week to remedy my situation. At this point I’ll settle for any one thing off of my list; however I’m going to shoot for all three. Go big or go home.
I like to come here for a break from reality, and to have a little fun. However, things are getting a little heavy for me and I really need to re-evaluate a few things. Gonna back off Tumblr and Twitter for a little while. Maybe a day, a week, who knows.
You are all awesome and I hope to see you guys soon enough.
Happy Birthday, Bluecrab! You heart me, you make me laugh, and make me think with your posts. You’re getting the short end of the stick here; here it is, your birthday, and I’m the one getting all of the gifts.
I hope you had a great day, and here’s to another year of being Internet buddies!
Someone called my Google number tonight. I’m going to keep her name to myself, to protect the (somewhat) innocent. All I’m going to say about it is this: My expectations were wildly met; she has a voice that I’d expect a southern angel to have, she enjoys whipped cream, fruit, and wisely avoids sodium. And her BF is probably the luckiest man in the world.
That would make me the second luckiest man in the world, because I got to hear her angelic voice this evenining.
GOOGLE VOICE RULES.
Ok, so I wouldn’t have looked into this if it weren’t for you guys. However, after playing with it, I’ve decided it’s freaking awesome.
So help me use it! call me. Leave me messages that will make me blush. Speak softly into the receiver and tell me that you hate my whining ass bitch sessions this week. Reveal to me your secret desire to cover yourself in nacho cheese sauce and have me lick it off. Share your favorite salty words with me. Tell me you want to know me in a biblical sense. Ask me for money.
You get the idea.
Patrick’s Google Voice Number:
845-418-3309
…been bad.
5. College ID (kept for sentimental reasons)
4. High Limit Credit Card (for impulse purchases totalling more than $100)
3. DEBT/ATM (for daily purchases and access to cash)
2. Drivers License (i’m not proud of that picture; really hate for strangers to see it)
1. MOTHERFUCKING METRO NORTH TICKET
(not having this makes getting to work a motherfucking bitch ass fucking pain in the motherfucking ass)
I hate to bitch. I really do. However, the shit is sort of piling up this week and I need to vent.
First, a bit of context. I’m for the most part a pretty happy go lucky person. I tell myself I’m lucky almost every day. I have a happy, healthy family. I have a good job. I have friends. Not a charmed life by any means, but I have very little reason to piss and moan and hate the world. When rough things happen to me, I freak a bit, but always tend to look at the bright side. So, I know that in the grand scheme of things, my problems this week are not the end of the world. It’s not the things per se that are bugging me, but the frequency in which they seem to be happening. Oh, I’m also a tad superstitious and religiousin my own way, so I tend to over analyse these things.
Last week I posted a humorous post about my iPhone 4 breaking. Last Monday I accidentally got the phone wet. I didn’t drop it in water or anything; it just ended up on a damp towel. That was enough to kill it. I was bummed. The story had a happy ending, though. I took the phone to an Apple store, and after being condescended for a bit, my phone was replaced. Boom, just like that, problem solved. I have to admit though, that I found myself being too bothered by the death of basically what amounts to an expensive piece of electronic drivel that I could live perfectly well without. Grieving over the loss of this thing actually made me feel a bit shallow and dirty. Fuck, Man. People are starving, and you’re freaking out over an iPhone? ugh.
Yesterday, I needed to leave the office early for a Dr. appt. I jumped on the subway and headed towards Grand Central. After a comedy of errors, when I made it upstate and exited the train, I realized after it was too late that I had left my bag on the train. My bag with my wallet, car keys, and my iPod. When I realized this, I immediatly turned around and banged on the train doors, but it was too late. So now, I have no way to get home, no money, no access to money, and I was completely alone.
And this is where I realize that life sucks and life is awesome. Luckily I had my cell phone. I called friends, and immediately had access to a ride and money, and shit, I even made my Dr. apt. But I’m still bummed. After a call to GCT lost and found, I filled out a report and spoke to a very nice woman who seems to think that I have an extremely good chance of recovering my belongings. Still, I’m sunk for the weekend. My monthly train ticket was in my wallet, so I have to spend money on a ticket for Monday, which sucks.
So, poor me, right? eh. My phone got broke, but was replaced for free. I lost my wallet and other crap, but everything I lost is replaceable. Sure, it’s a pain in the dick to replace credit cards and other shit, but they are ultimately replaceable. An iPod is also replaceable, and the fact that I’m lucky enough to be able to afford a new one was not lost on me. When my friend came to pick me up, I also noticed a few things on the way to my Dr. apt., such as a car accident and an ambulance farther up the road. My bullshit problems could be much, much worse.
So is this the beginning of a downward arc for me? is the cosmos calling in marker for some bad shit I did that needs to be paid for? who knows. All I know, is that I’m still here. And I have a support system that loves me and is there when I need them. There’s no blood. There’s just hassle. I’ll take hassle over blood any day.
BTW, I consider all of you my support system as well. Writing all of this out is therapy for me. I’m not going to mope around and share my tale of woe with the world, but I will share my woe with you guys. And after all, don’t we share the most with the ones we care about?
Thanks guys.
Leave it to me to complicate what should be such an easy answer.
Ok, so, technically Vanilla. However, it has to be really good Vanilla, like a Haagen-Dazs French Vanilla. And it can’t just be ice cream. I like stuff in my ice cream. Nuts, chocolate chips, bits of candy bar, etc. For example, last week I went to an ice cream shop and had something I’ve never tasted before: Vanilla-Coconut-Almond. Holy Geez Almighty was it friggin delish.
Of course, all ice cream tastes best when you have someone awesome to share it with.
Hey Cool! a question!
Any animal I wanted to be, huh? I’m going with being an Eagle.
I think the ability to fly is just about the coolest thing ever. Being able to spend the rest of my days soaring overhead sounds amazing. Plus, being an Eagle, I could inspire people below into being better Americans.
At the very least, I could spend my days flying over the homes of people that have done me wrong over the years, making loud eagle noises (Caw? Screech?), and pooping on their heads when they come out to investigate.
Come on.. you know that would be awesome.
Talk to me. Laugh with me. Be honest with me. Be sad with me. Let me do things for you. Go on adventures with me. Feed me. Want me.
Do these things and I’ll pretty much do anything you ask of me, as long as above conditions apply.
I was talking to a friend of mine today. Our conversation strayed to talk of our toys and love of electronic gadgets. I then started talking about my brand new iPhone 4.
To put it mildly, I love this thing. I’m not an Apple fan boy, but I love to sing it’s praises. I used to have an iPhone 3G, and upgraded to the new one. It’s faster, the display is great, takes great pictures, etc.
Anyway, I told my friend that I’m actually starting to covet this thing, and how it’s becoming my Golden Calf. Well, this caught the attention of the almighty, and quicker than you can break a couple of stone tablets, the display stopped working. Like, it rings, makes sounds, but it has a black display. I don’t know if this thing is dead or what. I’m going to sleep on it. If it has died though, I’m heading straight to church.
..right after I hit the Apple store.
It could be the alcohol talking, but I think this Independence day could use some naked.
