This the first weekend in a while where I don't have any plans. It's tempting to spend the whole 2 days in bed playing Vice City and avoiding the shower. But, I know from experience that if I do that, I'll feel like shit by Sunday. Maybe I could get some work done on krisobi.com. ha ha ha ha ha ha... Man, if I'm going to do that I might as well add "start my exercise program" and "get a second job" to the list...

Would Dave be impressed? My new favorite German band that's not Falco, Accept or Helloween is Die Toten Hosen. I heard them last night, and I'll give them a rating of 4 (out of a possible 5) orders of "Tremendous Fries" from MacGreggors.

Now I just have to persuade someone to make me a CD...

I have very obsessive tendancies. When something gets in my brain, I have to work on it until it's done, or until I get bored. Last week it was organizing my bedroom.

This week, it's buying a house. I've been looking online and having the best time imagining how I could set up a whole house, krisobi-style. I checked my credit report today and it's pretty funny. Tomorrow, I'm going to the realtors' office to meet and talk about what I need to do to get a place. I've done this before in Atlanta, but I had better credit and made more money back then. They are going to laugh me right out of the office.

Hey Kris, what's happenin'?
Oh, I don't know.

Well, rumor around town says you think you might be heading down to the shore.
Uh, yeah, I think I'm goin' down to the shore.

Whatcha gonna do down there?
Uh, I don't know, play some video games, buy some Def Leppard t-shirts.

Hey, don't forget to get your Motley Crue t-shirt, y'know, all proceeds go to get their lead singer out of jail.
Uh huh.

The important thing here is you gotta ask me how I'm gonna get down to the shore.
Uh, how you gonna get down to the shore?

Funny you should ask, I've got a car now.
Oh wow, how'd you get a car?

Oh my parents drove it up here from the Bahamas.
You're kidding!

I must be, the Bahamas are islands, okay, the important thing now, is that you ask me what kind of car I have.
Uh, what kinda car do ya' got?

I've got a BITCHIN CAMARO!

Right now there is not one creative thought in my head. I've been dragging my feet on this freaking project all week. All I need is a cover for a binder and a matching spine. Not a big deal. It's 3 already and I'm ready to bag the whole thing. But, I can't leave until it's done. And all I keep doing is checking websites. They so rarely give me anything designey to do, you'd think I'd be all over this job like Motley Crue's all over an 8 ball. But I have this big block. grrrrr... maybe it's time for a career change...

There was no Butch Walker for me last night because of The Job. I hate that. But I still had a good night hanging out with the new boy, who is still very cute after date 3. We were going to go to dinner, but ended up drinking some beers and listening to music at his place. Good times. I'm tired today.

Oh yeah, and have a happy VD.

[sportcaster from Better Off Dead]
Is it humanly possible to fit 8 hours of work into a block of 45 minutes? Can she do it? Is she up for the challenge? Can she crawl out of that slacker pit that has consumed her career for the last year?
[/sportcaster from Better Off Dead]

Yeah, I'm thinking probably not.

If by "working from home," you mean, "sitting around, drinking beer, listening to loud music and playing Vice City." Then yes, I'm working from home today.

Yeah, living in Webster pretty much sucks. But, sometimes it's cool to be here. Like tonight. My parents are away on business and I have the house to myself. Which means, I can do stuff like play their stereo REALLY loud, dance around in my underwear while singing along to "Left of Self-Centered." (the Butch Walker album) Oh my god, I've totally turned into Risky Business. Good times. I think it's feeling like a Vice City night, baby...

Oh yeah, and I left work early, so I've been home since 3. It's Miller Time.

Because I think I'm just not quite enough of an introvert, I went out and bought a playstation 2 and a copy of Vice City. I have no idea what I'm supposed to be doing in this game, but I've been having the best time driving around listening to the radio stations and running over pedestrians. Oh yeah, and I've been beating the shit out of the cops too.

I may never leave the house again...

Guess who's going to see Butch Walker this week? That would be me, baby. It's been awhile since I've seen a good show.

Right now, I'm in the mood to rock. I want to hang out with lanky, sweaty, tattooed rock & roll band people again. I want to stay out until 5 in the morning, getting drunk and creating ruckuses. (or ruckii?) I want to smash stuff and get into bar fights. I want to play the bass and not shower for 3 days while wearing grungy clothes and dying my hair fun colors and overdoing the black eyeliner. And I want to sleep until 7 at night, ditching my job and getting up and doing it all over again.

But that would be the past, baby. Sometimes you need to move on.

This has been a wicked wicked week so far. I've broken at least 2 of my resolutions from New Years and probably earned some more bad dating karma, but I think I counteracted that bad karma by helping an older lady find the right phone cord extention in Radio Shack last weekend. (yes, I was in radio Shack, and I'll never tell why...) I really dislike the Shack.

I have my second date tonight with the Saturday boy. I think I need to come up with a name for him, but we'll see how it goes tonight. If there's a 3rd date, then he'll get a name. And he knows I live with my parents, and still wants to hang out. :)

And I just remembered that I have to make a trip down to Ithaca to deliver Christmas presents. Maybe next weekend...

Today's a good day. I just got a call from the boy from Saturday. He called me here at work. Nice. We're going to hang out again this week. This must be a really good guy week, because I think I'm meeting the other guy I was emailing this weekend. It's guy-a-rama here in western NYS! I should probably ask them if they are either married/involved/gay/a recovering heroin addict/a convicted felon/etc. Just so I don't fall into any of the same traps.

Ok, I've just had a panic attack calling the boy. I am so bad at this. We had a pleasant, if a bit awkward, conversation and we are meeting for coffee tonight. I'm not a big fan of the meet for coffee schtick. But where else are you going to meet? It's kinda cheesy. And that's what everyone seems to do. I'd like to say something along the lines of, "Let's go get drunk, and if we're attracted to each other, we'll hook up. Good times." The rational responsible sane side of my brain thinks that might not be the best thing to say to someone you don't know. But at least it's honest. I guess I should go shower and defunkify. And make myself pretty. Maybe when I get there, I'll suggest we go get a drink, because coffee is sooo square, man...