There's a slight chance that I might have a date this weekend. :) No details have been worked out yet, but the possibility is out there.

Ok, I have gone out to a bar and not smoked. Yeah, I wasn't out for very long. Yeah, I was hanging out with non-smokers. And yeah, it was only a Wednesday night. I still did not smoke. But, I did keep staring at two girls at the bar who were chainsmoking. They probably thought I wanted to hook up with them or something.

And it's official, living in Webster sucks. But it sucks in a responsible way. Normally I would've kept drinking, because I could walk home, but now that I have to drive 3000 miles across Monroe County, I did the responsible thing and stopped after two. Therefore, I am not hung over today. There might be something to the whole moderation thing...

Nine days and counting... I should go out this weekend. That will be the big test. I was hoping to maybe line up a date or two this weekend, but the internet boys don't seem to be cooperating. But it's only Wednesday. There is a pug meet-up on Saturday at Highland park. I might go and check that out, even though my dog is only part pug...

I found out last night that in about 9 months, I might be Aunt Kris-say. They will know for sure this week. Happy news.

Happy Birthday D!! :)

Ok, this is a bit weird... I was checking my page stats (because I'm cool like that) and someone found my blog by doing a search on google for "krisobi." Ok, who was it? Someone fess up. I like to think I'm all secret and anonymous here, but I think I'm running the risk of being found out. No one is just going to search for "krisobi" unless they are looking for me. And then I started thinking that if someone read this before they even met me in person, would they think different about me? But I like to think if they don't get it, then that's cool, eventually someone will...

The combination of watching High Fidelty the other night and having an unexpected phone call with someone from my past has inspired me to put together a compilation of the songs that helped me out when I had "the break-up" 2 years ago.

1. Brand New Lover Dead or Alive
This song sort of inspired me to think about getting out of the relationship. Not really directly influencing me, but I listened to it a lot during my 'relationship soul searching' drives through Atlanta.

2. I Want More Shotgun Messiah
This song just rocks.

3. Chinese Rock The Ramones
Don't know why, I just listened to it a lot. But the fact that the x's band did a kick ass cover of it probably had a bit to do with it.

4. Lit Up Buck Cherry
I can't listen to this song anymore. It totally makes me want to chain smoke and do 8-balls. And now that I'm trying to quit, I shouldn't listen to it until I am very secure in my quitness.

5. New Moon on Monday Duran Duran
Favorite Duran Duran song. Simon's voice gets all deep and sexy...

6. Waterloo ABBA
Remember that movie, Muriel's Wedding? Yeah, well, I dug it a lot and sort of related to it in a round about sort of way. Waterloo makes me think of that.

7. Wig in a Box Hedwig Soundtrack
This is my theme song. No, I don't wear a wig.

8. Positively Lost Me The Rave-Ups
Finally found this song on some New Wave 80s compliation. Good times. And I just found out that The Rave-Ups were on Beverly Hills 90210 back in 1991. They were the band that played the spring dance. I wonder if it was the episode where Brenda and Kelly wore the same dress and Brenda and Dylan had sex for the first time...

9. Ball and Chain Social Distortion
This song gets me every time. Just for the line, "you can run all of your life, and not go anywhere..." Good stuff.

So, that's my list. If you have a big break-up and need help dealing, listen to these songs and drink lots of Corona. Then, in time, you'll be able to move on to the next one... ;)

151. Now that's a number I haven't heard in a long time. A long time. I swear I heard Ben Kenobi's voice in my head when I stepped on the scale this morning before my shower. While I don't think that's an accurate number, it was nice to see. I've been flirting with 160 for too long now. You're really not supposed to weigh yourself everyday because of variations in water weight, etc... I still do, just to see if I ever magically lost like 15 pounds over night. That would totally rule. Not as much as waking up and finding a suitcase with $50,000 in it next to me in the morning, but close.

And an update on the whole smoking thing... uh, I was supposed to quit on Monday. I freaked my shit out on Tuesday and bought a pack, had it all smoked by Wednesday night, and then quit again Thursday morning. Did ok until Saturday, when again, I freaked out and bought a pack. Those were gone by Sunday night, and I started this week (monday morning) smoke free. [breaths in] [starts coughing] Here's to a week of hopefully no freaking out of any shit.

Sometimes I think I'm the funniest person ever. I was thinking about trying the online dating thing again. Third times the charm, right? So I put a new profile on the service. I called myself, "SuperUterus" and posted a profile that basically said I'm looking for a secure dude that wants to have babies and a family. I was laughing the whole time I wrote it. I wonder if any of the dudes will get the joke. The ones that do will be the keepers. [I called myself, SuperUterus!!!!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!] I think I'll update my serious profile and see which gets the most responses.

I'm sitting here in my kitchen (or my parents' kitchen) cruising along on my wireless DSL connection with 512 extra MBs of memory than I normally have. I am the smartest computer installation person ever. :) Do I dare try to install the new OS? This fucking rocks.

You know what's sitting next to me right now? An "about fucking time" AirPort card... I actually went into a CompUSA and bought one from the store. It was cheaper than the original and there was no shipping. So tonight, I'm all about installing RAM, AirPort cards, and if I'm feeling particularly devil-may-care, I'll install the new OS. Good times, baby, good times.

Airport Update: I finally got someone on the phone and apparently they sold out of the Airport cards while they were confirming my address. This was almost 2 weeks ago, you'd think someone would have the courtesy of giving me a call and letting me know that I wouldn't be getting my much anticipated Airport card. Especially after charging my credit card for it. I don't want to bash anyone, they were really nice and friendly on the phone, but I have to be honest, I'm really pissed off. Don't fucking charge me for something I'm apparently not going to get.

I think I might be a tad edgy today. Maybe I'll just close my door and start crying.

It's not looking too good for the future of surfing wirelessly at home. I ordered an Airport card from Small Dog on the 6th and I haven't heard or seen anything since. I've been calling, emailing and trying to track people down. I finally talked to someone today and he was super cool and friendly, he mentioned that he didn't think that it had been shipped, but since he was in tech support, he wasn't really the right guy to talk to. My credit card has been charged, so hopefully it's on the way, but I have a bad feeling that it's not.

Ok, today is the Official Quit Day. My fun debaucherous weekend is over, there's nothing on the horizon that would be a smoking situation, I had the last one in the pack this morning, everything points to today. Aligned planets and all that crap. The only reason I can think to keep on with puffing is my new hellish commute. But it's really not that bad so here we go. I have a prescription to Zyban, but I don't think I'm going to fill it. In my world, if you can't quit cold turkey, you're a weak willed backsliding heathen (or something). Or maybe insurance doesn't cover it, and I don't have to extra $$$$.

Whew. I'm beat, exhausted, wiped out, drained, tired, etc. What a weekend. Good freakin' times. I feel a little bad for the fiance of my friend, whose house we stayed at. I don't think he knew what he was in for, having the four of us get together this weekend. He was suspiciously absent for the majority of the weekend... Pictures coming soon...

It's amazing how much my motivation factor goes up here at work when I have to get X-amount of work done before I leave for Connecticut. What sucks is I had planned to take tomorrow off a couple of months ago. But this bastard project came in and it has to be done and live by Wedneday. Yes, the 15th. WTF???!!!?? I've been cranking this shit out all day, and I'm rocking like Shout at the Devil.

Now, I'm waiting to hear back from the other factions that are involved in this unholy union. All I want is to be able to leave by noon tomorrow. (actually, all I want is to be able to take my last vacation day of 2002 tomorrow) But, on the good side, it shows I'm one of those team player drone bastards. Looks good at review time.

My itinerary is to drive to Binghamton, meet a friend, and then the 2 of us are going to drive to Hartford to hang out with with 2 more friends to get our drink on, our party on, our debauchery on, etc, all weekend. I have a bad feeling that Sunday is going to be a looooooong painful ride back.

Ok, new year, old resolutions. Here's my list for 2003, in no particular order. (Warning! It might sound suspiciously like 2002's resolutions)

1. Stop smoking.
It's bad, blah, blah, cancer, blah, blah, makes you ugly and stinky, blah, can't breathe when I walk up stairs, etc... This time, I really want to quit, blah blah. I'm shooting for the monday after this coming weekend. There's going to way too much debauchery to be able to handle quitting. No way, hose-ay.

2. Start exercising.
Whatever. But I need to get a bit more exercise than my current workout which consists of driving to the store to buy slim jims, corona and smokes. Which brings me to the next resolution:

3. Eat better.
I have the diet of a 20 year old boy. It's actually kind of sad. Man, these resolutions are so fucking lame.

4. Stop making boring ass resolutions
I think that's pretty self explanatory...

5. Shape up the personal dating life
As I look at the choices I've made over the past year in this area, the most positive spin-heavy thing I can say is that I've had a lot of fun. It's time for me to stop fucking around. (not literally...)

6. Drink more corona
Ah, this, I can handle.

7. Move out of my parents' basement and buy a house.
I have the image of this fabulous little cottagey-bungalow cape-cod-y looking house surrounded by trees and a bamboo fence. I will have the orange kitchen and a fabulous porch.

That's enough of this bullshit for now. I need to get some shit done for work. It's an incredibly boring and tedious project and makes me want to sit around and think of lame ass resolutions and ways to totally disappear from this way of life I've chosen. Good times. ;)

I lived in an apartment in Brockport about a block or so from the "Toxic Waste Site." I wonder if I can get in on this cash settlement. I did have to have the 3rd and 4th eyes removed out of my neck...

Good sweet lord, this is fabulously fast. I'm giddy with the speed. And once I get that wireless shit figured out, I'll have the most fabulous computer set up ever. How can this get any better?

I was thinking about doing a summary of the events of the past year. But I just got my shit hooked up to a DSL line here in the new place and I'm way too busy watching movie trailers at full size and downloading porn to be bothered by writing an introspective post about the past shitty year. Maybe tomorrow. At least recap new year's eve...