Ok. Here's a new look for the blog. I think I like the way this one is organized better. And I was getting really sick of the other one. And being that I am too freaking lazy to do my own site, I just picked another template. Good times. Today still sucks though.

It's turning out to be a really shitty day so far. And it's only 11. I'm going to try to find something crazy and fun to do this weekend. Maybe I just feel letdown after the corporate challenge. [ha ha ha ha ha ha]

There are some pretty funny stories here. It brought back some memories from my career as a waitress. Which I might be resurrecting soon.

Cold wet pants really are annoying. We went on a little field trip today for work to investigate some CD printing options. When we got there it was nice and sunny. When we left there was a torrential downpour. I got totally drenched and to make things worse, the windows had been left open and I had to sit in the wet car seat. Yuk. I had cold damp pants the rest of the day.

Ha ha. Love Boat is on. Tom Hanks is a special guest star. And Vic Tayback. (Yes, the real Mel, owner of Mel's Diner.) It's an open smile... on a friendly shore... Should I watch it? Hey now, Nipsey Russel is on too. That totally seals the deal.

In the spirit of totally slacking off, I've been having email races between my 2 personal accounts. [Why do I have 2 personal email accounts? Because I totally can. And I get tired of looking at the same address all the time. I like variety, like that spice of life bullshit, whatever.] Anyway, it's the mac.com account vs. the mindspring.com account. And out of 5 races, mindspring had kicked mac's ass 4 times. I wonder if there is a category on my timesheet for email races?

There are some projects here at work that I have been really slacking on. I decided to get up super early this morning to make up 3 days of work in 45 minutes. Ha!! I should've used that extra time to iron my pants. They are a little bit more wrinkled than I had thought when I put them on. These pants totally rock, except they wrinkle easily. I wish I coiuld wear jeans to work. Or cargo pants everyday.

[begin rationalization]
Maybe today should be the start of the countdown to quit day. It makes more sense to gradually cut down on the nicotine intake instead of quitting totally cold turkey. I have lots of shit to do this week, and I can't be preoccupied with thinking about really really wanting to smoke. Yeah, that's it. Yup.
[end rationalization]

Anywhere but here.

Ok, the smokes are gone. I took care of the last 2 while I was waiting in the Taco Bell drive thru. Can she do it? Can a person who has been chain smoking the past month or so go without the crutch? And at the beginning of the "nice sitting outside on the porch smoking" weather? Well, I've done it before, I'm sure I can do it again. (and again) It's all about finding something else to take the place of the habit. Another monkey. Now, if I was smart, I'd starting exercising and eating healthy and get that monkey on my back. But that wouldn't fit into my whole self-destructive streak. I just hope I don't gain anymore weight. Yuk.

It's Tuesday. The previously designated "Quit Day." I was supposed to finish up all smokes in my possession yesterday, but since I felt so poorly from the previous night's activities, I wasn't up to doing much smoking. As of this morning I had 4 smokes left. I took care of 2 of them on my way to work, that leaves 2 smokes in the car. I could go out at lunch and totally finish them off and then I'd be finished with the pack and ready to begin my journey as a non-smoker. (again) Maybe I should give it another week. Like after driving to Ithaca on Saturday. Then I'll be done. Tuesday is such a bad day to start anything. You should always start shit on a Monday. Or I should just fucking do it and get it over with and stop rationalizing stupid shit.

Episode II, even better the second time around. I bet the third time will be even better. And the things that really bothered me the first time, didn't bother me as much this time. Good times. I totally love Obi-Wan Kenobi.

I wonder if I can get Satan or krisobi666 at this web-based email site?

Ok, somebody needs to redefine the term, "very soon." It sounds like that line in Airplane II. "Miss, what exactly is a tad?"

At least I wouldn't have to worry about paying off the blood-sucking credit card companies.

The first option won. I stayed home last night, had a couple of drinks on the porch and worked on some things here. Not a bad night. Not an exciting night, but it was low stress. And it's a long weekend, so I have an extra night of going out. :) All I need to do this weekend is drive to Ithaca to my dad's and get my dog and finish the stuff for Spike's. Oh yeah, and catch up on the projects for work I've been a huge slack ass on.

Ok, the eternal struggle: Stay home and be productive, get shit done and save money. Or. Go out, get drunk, spend money and be hung over the next day. I'm leaning toward the second option. After this past week, I think I could use a couple few coronas.

This is why getting paid hourly sucks. I got my check today and when you start off with a not very much check to begin with and then take away a day and half worth of hours, that takes a pretty big gouge out of the amount. I didn't think it wasn't going to matter so much, but I was wrong. Yet again. Now I'm going to have to play the "Which Bill Gets to Wait Until Next Payday?" game. Actually, the game is going to be more like, "Which Bill Gets to Wait Until the Next Payday after Next Payday, Because Next Payday is Fucking Rent Week?" I know, not a very catchy title for a game. But it's pretty accurate. If anyone wants to buy some of my eggs, you can email me.

My office garbage is right by my office door and I can reach it if I stretch far enough over. Being the lazy slug that I am, I just leaned over to throw out some paper and totally over balanced and fell over backwards with my chair. CRASH! Krisobi and chair sprawled out all over the floor. Funny stuff, until everyone came running in wondering what all the ruckus was and I had to explain what a clumsy bastard I am. A co-worker said it sounded like a filing cabinet falling over.

Last nite she said, oh baby I feel so down. When you turn me off, when I feel left out. So I, I turned round. Oh baby don't care no more, I know this for sure. I'm walking out that door. Well I've been in town for about fiteen whole minutes now. And baby I feel so down. And I don't know why. I've been walking for miles. People they don't understand. Your girlfriends they can't understand. Your grandsons they won't understand. On top of this I ain't ever going to understand

I'm still digging the Strokes. Damn song stuck in my head. Catchy tune-writing bastards...

This sucks. It's going to be the start of Memorial Day weekend tomorrow and I am totally freaking broke. I blame the Atlanta trip. Yet another reason why I probably shouldn't have gone. And next week is fucking rent week. Bad bad bad times. That rent shit really pisses me off. Actually, all my bills pretty much piss me off.

This week really isn't getting any better.

Lunch was very productive today. I went and got the screws for my license plate. Now I'm all fully legal to drive in NYS. Then I went and got the car washed, inside and out, and waxed. Whoooo... it's all shiny and clean looking and shit. The place did an ok job, but they are no Cactus Car Wash. Or that other place that I used to go in Alpharetta. Now I'm eating a bag of pretzels at my desk. They go very well with the 7 cigarettes I had earlier. [slight exaggeration]

Monday is the new designated quit day. [or Tuesday, since Monday is a holiday]

Wednesday already. This week has flown by so far. It must be because of the daze I've been in. It seems like I had tons of interesting things to post, but I can't seem to remember any of them. I guess I'm just not in the mood. Maybe tomorrow.

And the archives are back.

Where is my weblog?

Maybe going to see AOTC again wll make me feel better. I loved the Jango Fett story line. He needed more screen time. And little Boba was the man.

Still recovering from the physical, mental and financial exhaustion that was last weekend. I think I stayed there too long, but now that I'm back, the weekend wasn't long enough. I'm sure I'll be fine tomorrow. Or next week. Maybe I've just crashed from all the excitement. I was pretty giddy last Thursday. And Friday. And parts of Saturday. Not so much on Sunday. And definitely not today. I'm lucky I got out of bed this morning.

And I need to quit smoking again this week. Or maybe I should wait until next Monday. I might need that crutch a bit for the next few days.

Total physical and emotional exhaustion.

AOTC totally rocked. It was so worth the trip. It was not ESB or even Jedi, but I think the movie was back on track. The Yoda scene was worth the [Worst. Dialogue. Ever.] between [absolutely no chemistry between them] Padme and Anakin. They are no Han and Leia, and re-watching ESB on Sunday confirmed that. But as a whole I was very happy. I'd give the movie 4 (out of a possible 5) Atlanta trips. I am going to see it again.

The rest of the weekend was a good time. I had no expectations going down to Atlanta, so everything worked out the way it did, just not what I had thought or wanted. I think I need a few days to stabilize and get back to solid ground. Part of me thinks I shouldn't have went.

In 12 hours, I will be in the theater watching Episode II!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, I am totally giddy with excitement right now. AOTC is playing in theaters RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT!!!! If the plane crashes and I miss seeing AOTC because I'm dead, I'm going to be super pissed and come back and do some of that poltergiest shit.

How can I be expected to work today when I will be seeing AOTC in less than 31 hours???!!!!!!!!!???

Wow! Oddtodd posted my recipe. What an honor. This totally rocks like Skid Row.

This song is totally stuck in my head. Get out! GET OUT!!! It makes me want to dance. I saw the video last night. It's pretty funny. I busted out with some of the dance moves, but i don't think I pulled them off.

Last night: drinking Coronas + staying up until 2 am, watching ESB + getting up at 7 + early morning boring long ass meeting + dreary rainy day = an incredibly tired lethargic person today. Where's my coffee?

Instead of my usual pre-work trip to Brueggers, I went to Wilson Farms and got an Oscar Meyer turkey lunchable for breakfast. That's madness! A lunchable for breakfast, you say? Yes, that's what I got and it even came with a Reeses and a Capri-Sun. There's only one. Not quite the breakfast of champions. And that might have a little to do with my lethargy today.

Day after tomorrow...

You know, all that other shit just doesn't matter because I'm going to see Episode II in 3 days!! I was thinking I could see it on noon on Thursday and then fly to Atlanta to see it there, but it wouldn't be cool not to see it first with L. There goes my whole see Episode II in different regions of the country thing. Maybe for Episode III.

And I don't like the new redesigned Star Wars site as much as the last one. And I think I even liked the one before that better than that one. (that's starting to not make sense)

In addition to looking for the perfect lightweight jacket, I'm also looking for the perfect pair of cargo pants. I thought I found them at Old Navy, but they are the low-rise version. I think the extreme low-rise pants are incredibly stupid. They are uncomfortable and only look good on 12 year old girls who haven't gotten their hips yet. Ok, enough of the fashion rants. Flares Forever!

webbox is back up. For how long, no one knows...

Damn webbox. I hate them. I hate them. I hate them. I think they are based in Gwinnet county. That would explain why they work for shit. How am I supposed to check my 2 email addresses at the same time? Don't make me use that yahoo shit. I hate them too. So much resentment today. This dude from Kinkos told me last week that designers have no patience. Ha! I have plenty of patience, but there is something dealing with all the annoying and frustrating issues that Kinkos represents that might make me a little short.

I've been on a quest to find something I can wear as a lightweight jacket. So far, no luck. I found something that could've worked, but it was an extra small. (Who actually wears those sizes?)

And I miss my dog. I won't see her for 2 weeks.

Like I needed another way to waste time.

The cravings are back. I want to smoke so badly right now. Damn those camel lights on Cinco de mayo. Ok, I can't be a social smoker. It's all or nothing, I realize this now. Not that it improves my mood or anything...

Not that I want to shave my head, but I enjoyed reading this woman's story. It sounds like lots of fun. I don't think I'd look good bald.

This Corporately Challenged t-shirt is going to be the end of me. I cannot think of anything good. Or bad. Or mediocre. I hope I don't get fired over this.

The slowest hour is from 5-6. I think the woman that made my sub at lunch put a micky or a roofie in it. I could totally fall asleep right now. I'm wondering if it's after effects of last night. It was a pretty good time so it was totally worth the hangover today. And I think I made my calling in sick story more believeable. The look of a hangover is similar to the look of being sick all weekend. And we were only going to have one drink. Three pitchers of margaritas later... It's midnight or around there and I realize I actually have to get up and go to work and be all productive and shit. hee hee

Good lord, was I smoking last night? Freakin' Camels. ugg. They are some awful awful cigarettes. What the hell was I thinking? I'm super pissed about that. I was doing so well. But I did walk to the bar so that could be counted as my workout.

Happy Cinco de Mayo!

Some tv shows totally rock. And Frontier House is one of those shows. I love PBS. They have no commercials, show back to back episodes and have the shows on for 3 days in a row. I'm a little torn today because I think PBS is running all the shows back to back this afternoon. But I'm supposed to do all these productive things this afternoon. It's the battle of fun tv vs. getting shit done. The eternal struggle of my life.

Spiderman, Spiderman, Friendly neighborhood Spiderman... I've had the theme song (Ramones version) in my head for 2 days. Saw the movie last night. It was freaking great! I loved it. It gets 9 (out of possible 10) called-in-sick-days. :) My only complaint is there wasn't enough Bruce Campbell in the movie. (but then that could be said of all movies...)

The new company participates in the Corporate Challenge every year. All the employees are encouraged to participate. It's almost a requirement. I was planning on it, but not entirely looking forward to going. But, I just found out this morning that I am not eligible to run or walk because I haven't been an employee for 3 months yet. I can still go and hang out in the tent, but don't have to get all sweaty. Cool. I can sit around and flirt with nice looking men. Good times. I hope there is a keg.

My current favorite outfit to wear to work is a short skirt/black turtleneck combination, which I wear with black tights and clunky shoes. I usually love black tights because they last forever, are totally opaque and just look way cooler than regular hose. But I just noticed that I have a huge run in my tights right on the top of my left knee. It's really really big and there is a big damn hole in the middle of it. It looks so horrible. And it's too late in the day to go home and change. Maybe I'll make up some bullshit story about getting into a bar fight with a bunch of shady characters at lunch. Yeah, over in the Applebees next to the office. All sorts of shit goes down over there. Good thing I hardly ever leave my office. I was trying to think of ways to fix it. It's too far gone for the clear nail polish route. The only other option is to color my leg with a black sharpie.