Work sucks.  Well, not anything in particular, just working in general.  Up at 6:30, 9 hours, home to go to bed.  Blah.  Of course that's more of a whinge on my social life than work.  So.  Work.  It's busy.  There's this deadline and it's barreling at us at a million miles an hour, squared, and yet the higher ups are not showing any outward concern.  I'm doing a small amount of programming so that's good.  I wonder what it's like at this place to miss a deadline.  Soon I shall see.  I laugh at it all.

Fuck Bode Miller.  Whiny baby gets what he wants. And whines about it.  Bode, you suck.  Go drink some beer, go get addicted to some ether, and fade away for 10 years then come back 500 pounds and star in the Surreal Life 15, the Olympic edition.  Fame ruined me.  Wah wah wah wah. Poor little rich kid.  Sonovbitch I'm pissed off.

I wish Global Warming, Esquire would make up his mind.  60 degrees in February is wrong.  5 degrees is wrong as well.  My testicles are, when I'm out in the cold, up near my liver.  My liver hates it.  I had to feed the bitch 9 Yuengling Premiums last night to shut the bitch up.  You'll notice I did not post a diary. I can handle me liquor.  No hangover today either.  Odd that.

Remind me to not go hunting in Texas.  They shoot people it appears.  And then they make the people the shoot, say they're sorry.  No givebacks, fingers uncrossed too.  Like Brit said: "Did you get the bird, Deadeye?"  Well did ya?

Dating is the pits.  Dating is a necessary evil.  Nah not that bad.  Why bring up dating?  Well.  I had a date today.  Someone I met online, of course. I called her this morning like she asked and got her voicemail.  So I went shopping.  $125 later and I come home to a message on my machine.  It was the gal.  So I fire up the PC to get her number and she IMs me.  She's gonna watch DVDs, unless she gets a better offer. So I Ask if she wants to go to the movies.  She does.  So we go.  "Date Movie."  I can pick em.  We had about 15 minutes before the movie started  to talk.  She's cute.  Strawberry blonde.  Not too short.  SysAdmin.  The movie sucked.  She hated it.  We leave after it's over and stand outside the theatre.  She had gone grocery shopping beforehand and wanted to get home to put them away.  So we part ways.  She tells me to IM her sometime, she's always around.  I get home.  Do some things.  Notice she's on IM.  Send her a message.  She's watching a movie.  I ask which.  She tells me.  I mention to her that I have the Bollywood version of said movie in my Netflix queue, and it'd be here in time for next weekend.  I seize on the opportunity to ask if she would like to watch it with me.  Smooth like that, eh?  But she's busy.  So. Yeah.  She ends that conversation with "Talk to you soon." as well.

I did laundry Saturday late afternoon.  And wow.  Nobody was around.  Okay.  I lie.  Two college aged hot women were there.  I'm shy though.  If I had a PC I could asked em out no problem.  Why can't I do it for real.  yo.  These gals were out of my league, that's my whole issue. Cute women intimidate me.  Intelligent women turn me on. Anyway.

I slept til 2PM Saturday.  Fuck.  I must have been tired.  It worked out though, I woulda missed seeing the hot college chicks at the laundry, if I had gotten up early.

Let me see.  Garbage is out.  Most groceries are away.  Listening to music now.  Mentioned to coworker at work if I went back to school I'd go for like religion or history or something not technical.  Her interest in me as increased.  I dont think it'd work out, she's a Java kinda gal.

The language not the crap Starbucks sales.

I had a flat battery last week and was late for work. An hour.  A day before my probation was over.  I had to pay 13 bucks since my roadside assistance only covers 50 bucks.  I could take the 13 dollar bill to my insurance agent, where I also have roadside coverage, but meh.

I bought a case of Yuengling Saturday nite.  I only wanted a six pack but this is Pennsylvania where it makes sense to sell 6 packs for near the price of a case.  So I bought a case.  Which was good I guess since I drank 9.  And no delivery places around here.  Ugh.

Anyway.  I am off to bed.  Have a great President's Day!