The right click on my laptop is broken. Damn me for rewatching Lost Season 1 while cooking dinner and skipping commercials with wet fingers. Grr, I wanted to steal some pics from my sister's myspace to upload, but I can't remember how to do it without right clicking. Pfft. Later then ( Read more... )

... but I can't decide where to start. I have a few stories brewing, but I've gotten pretty stuck on a few of them. I've been thinking of adding to and rewriting the novel and make it not suck. I think it's doable ( Read more... )

Seriously, this job is so frustrating. I must be absolutely stupid, because I try so hard to understand their computer system for storage and their file tranfser portal but it is everchanging and beyond me. I never thought I was this bad with computers until I started here ( Read more... )

My right eye keeps twitching. It's been twitchin' for days now. The apples r gettin stuck. Yeow ( Read more... )

Trey and I are about to go on my first trail ride. I hope it's easy; funny enough it's a trail Trey has never tried before either, so I may be in over my head. I wouldn't have any trouble if it weren't for the hilly lowlands of Washington. There really isn't a level stretch of road longer than about a block in Bremerton. Last week I rode to the ( Read more... )

My meeting in Bainbridge has been rescheduled to next Tuesday, but I'm still going to lunch on the house today. Woo ( Read more... )

I guess my boss likes me enough to let me drive his BMW around. Of course I was doing him a favor at the time. He needed to pick up his son's Jetta from the shop and decided to take it for a spin, so I got the BMW. I don't think there's any foul play afoot, but I can already tell he's proud of his success and the toys that come with it ( Read more... )

So the new job is a little slow to start. The first week I did nothing but roam the lonesome crowded internet, looking for a little fun. I also spent a lot of time staring at my desk and doing little experiments, seeing how much water I can drink in an hour, counting how many times people walk by my office to go to the break room and seeing how ( Read more... )

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My first day at the new job was okay. The second day made me want to kill myself. The third day made me want to join the rambling bums on the street and spend the rest of my days as a soap box prophet ( Read more... )