On the way home, I saw a squirrel jump out of the brush by the side of the road, run in front of my car, into the opposite lane, and straight into a car (while in motion ( Read more... )

Continuing the Well-fuck-I've-never-been-*here*-before tour I'll be rolling into Denver with Liz and then driving to , New Mexico. Each stop will climax with me climbing the largest hill (note: not mountain) and declaring "Well fuck, I've never been *here*before". A good time will surely be had by all.

Probably a better time than the one I had last ( Read more... )

You renters, you got it easy. Every time you move you have  to pack your shit up and take that long hard look at each and every item asking the all important question: Why the fuck do I still have this? When you own, you can pretty much just throw shit anywhere because, fuck,  it's not like you're gonna be selling your place anytime soon.

So I dug ( Read more... )

Scene: The boarder between Waltham and Watertown on Pleasant Street at a stop light.
Players: Neal and Liz
Time: 9:25pm, Sunday 13th

So we're sitting there at the stop light, minding our own business. It turns green and then BAM! The type of bam I've experienced before. Oddly enough, Waltham was involved in that incident as well. They hit my rear ( Read more... )

Liz and I bailed on Boston Friday night. It was 38 degrees, it had snowed a bit that day, and it was windy as a mother fucker.

We arrived in Tampa a little after midnight. It was about 60, there was a slight breeze, and the last time they had snowed there was January 19, 1977.

One of Liz's uncles put it best with regards to New Englanders when he was ( Read more... )

Ever go there? No? Let me help out my fellow man. Either go there alone, or go there with a friend. Do not, and I mean ever, go there as part of a "couple".

Why?

First, there's a 25 percent chance that you'll get into a fight while shopping. Either over what to buy, how long to stay, or where exactly the only exit is located.

Second, there's a 25 ( Read more... )

Apparently, I got married. This really isn't news, except for the fact that it took place in 2006 in the Czech Republic. It's the little things we forget first.

Half assed attempts at phase 4 can be found here and here.

I think I hate marketing people, but this week has been so insane I'm fully committed to taking this job. I think. They asked me if ( Read more... )

We fly back tomorrow...well, later today. Tampa is....not New England. I started out with the mindset that I would never consider moving here. But you know, if I could make the money I make up yonder down here...I'd be crazy not to ( Read more... )

Work is stealing my soul, all slow-like. Which is rather annoying on several levels.

• A) Apparently, I care. This utterly tears me up inside. I care about my job. Is there a support group I can sign up for?
  
• B> While you are not your job, your job is at least one quarter of your life....and with sleep taking up another quarter, and masturbation 1/ ( Read more... )

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