August 3, 1997

August 3, 1997

"Time....."

What's New...

Colette and I had a great day yesterday. We went to the park and then shot pool at at place called Shotze's. And the food!!!! Fantastic!!! Biggest, bestest club sandwich I have ever had in my life. And C said her steak was really good. Pretty weird to find really good food in a pool hall. Then we came back to the apartment and had some great sex. Some more brew's, some more great sex and some more brew's. And then some more fantastic sex. When was the last time you had really fantastic sex???

Work is good. This last week I was severely disinterested since we had to finish up a series of three hour meetings with other engineering orgs. And the worst thing was that at the last meeting, none of my engineers showed up. Shit!!!! Makes 'em look bad I can tell you that. Anyway, we have to reschedule that one and the worst thing is that it is the last meeting. Gonna turn into the thing that wouldn't die I predict.

Colette and I went shopping Thursday and got some neat stuff. She finally got her Mother's Day gift I had promised to get her. A really nice black leather backpack thingie that she uses to carry her 900lbs of stuff that every woman seems to carry. I got a neck thing in sterling silver. I also got her something for her finger and got one for myself. So it goes.

As soon as Colette gets a job, I'll help her out with a car by co-signing a loan with her. And the TV can be fixed when she has money to fix it. And the cable can follow that when she can afford it. Same with the health club. So it goes. She's looking at either a food service company that has the food concession where I work or at a local auto parts chain. Either would be good to get her back on her feet financially and as the start of something she could build on later. Plus, it would be good for her self-esteem.

Can't type for shit tonight. Coupled with the lack of a spell checker in VisualPage, I'm sure there will be errors in this entry. I don't give a fuck. There goes my Disney contract I'm sure...

What's On My Mind

Love. It's funny. Sometime you think it's dying and sometimes it isn't. Sometimes it's playing games cause you cut the cord to the TV. Here's the story....

Colette had been watching TV and listening to the CD player to the exclusion of us. Really me. This pissed me off. Anyway, last Monday night, we got into a bit of a tiff and she left. I thinks to myself, fuck this. So I find my wire cutters and cut the power cord to the TV and to the CD player. So she calls up later and asks if I am calm enough to talk and I say I am and finally I tell her I have screwed the TV up and also the CD player. That got her attention. Anyway, this week she was really distant and cold and let's face it - bitchy, turns out she was taking it out on me to teach me a lesson about the TV and controlling her, but that ended today. I hate that fucking TV. I really do. Most I am really annoyed at this woman who has a chain of bedding stores. I really am. Her ads are really annoying.

And the funny thing is that I don't regret cutting the cords. In fact, I'm fucking deliriously happy that they ARE cut. Less noise and shit coming into the apartment.

So if the above seems to be a bit strange to you, think this. You don't know a damn thing about me or her and that is that.

My car hasn't been cleaned since I bought it last September. At least on the inside. This must be remedied. I've washed the outside but the inside needs help. It really does. Needs vacuuming and windshield and rear window cleaning. I have to face the facts. I'm a car slob. I really don't take care of it like other people. I'm not like other people. Just me.

I still don't know. I just don't know. I really don't know anything. It's the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. We can never really know anything. Cause you never know what you don't know..ya know??? And then there are people who say the Mars landing hasn't really happened. That it's just being staged. Go figure.

Going in search of C. Maybe the guest bathroom this time....

Be Joyous!

causes nothing. Radiation causes skin cancer. Use your brain.

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