I had some trouble finding his complex initially, some quirk of how I recorded his driving instructions. I called him on my cellphone and he guided me in from the eleventh floor balcony. In retrospect, I cannot recall how we greeted each other, mostly because I cannot imagine seeing him without sticking my tongue in his mouth.

( But I suppose I am getting ahead of myself. )

A quick update on Boy Bünd slang:

sweet (swët) adj., 1. abundant, well-supplied, full: this velvety Scrabble sack is sweet with letter tiles

sweet•en (swët'n) v., -ened, -en•ing, --v.t. 1. to make sweet, to put as much as can be held into: please sirrah, sweeten this glass for me --Idiom 2. sweetening her tank, engaging in sexual intercourse ( Read more... )

Yesterday, the stack of printed out sample shots from my proposed interface change was dumped on my desk. So, it looks like I received the greenlight, which means, in theory, I have some work to do... sometime.
This morning I had a dream that I was working at a cookie manufacturing company with a bunch of people I knew in high school. The cookies ( Read more... )

Last night was terribly dull, a waste of my Get Out of Jail Free card.

We were released from work "early" as a reward for meeting a product release deadline. A third of the team was on the foosball table, playing away, when our manager stopped by and congratulated us on our accomplishment. He suggested the possibility of us all going home ( Read more... )

I really don't know why I continue to fall for it, but I guess in some ways I always expect the worst when A. is involved. I knew tonight would fall through, even as he was pumping it up on Wednesday, attracting an ever-swelling number of people to watch the members of Boy Bünd finally hit the karaoke circuit ( Read more... )

"Guess what [L.] got for Boy Bünd?!?" A. sounded just a little too excited. It's kind of cool how you can hear someone smile over the phone.
"What?" I asked, forgetting for a moment that L. had just returned from England.
"Absinthe!"
Without a pause, I blurted out, "I hear it makes the heart grow fonder."

A. called me up at 7:35 this morning (the fucking bastard) to let me know that V. was going to fire J.Of course, it required little or no further prompting from myself to determine that he was in fact lying as per usual (although he no doubt considers it exaggeration or perhaps hypothesis). She is actually being given one more chance to fall in ( Read more... )

"As much as you love your body, I think there are a lot of people out there who don't love it quite as much."

M., V.'s girlfriend, not the M. from the other night, was not insulting me; She was merely trying to explain her opinion that a lot of my nude photographs are repetitive. She insists that she be allowed to pare the images down if I ever ( Read more... )

I'm feeling surly and under the weather. Saturday evening, I was railroaded into going to a bar and somehow ended up consuming six Rum and Coke's over the course of two hours. My tight little belly still has a bone to pick with me ( Read more... )

Another oddly charming evening.

I spent all of yesterday working (if you can believe that). My bug had been inexplicably assigned the second highest stopper status (just below Beta stopper) and thus demanded an immediate fix (despite the complete unlikelihood that more than 0.1 percent of our users would ever experience it. No doubt, the number ( Read more... )