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[23 Apr 2010|04:19am] |
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Finally back in town. I left for awhile, went home to visit my parents. Such a good son, I am. It's kind of ridiculous. But anyway. Going home is always a strange experience. My dad's still politician barbie ... Ken? Anyway. Whatever. He's still all about the government, certain he's going to be president one day. He's so ridiculous. He had the nerve to tell me to make sure I keep myself out of trouble so that nothing I do can come back to haunt him, should he decide to run for president. What the hell does he think I'm going to do? Run around Chicago and spread my seed around like I'm a crop duster helicopter? Ugh, politics. This is why I went into the culinary arts instead.
How is it that, even when you're thirty-three years old and live a few states away from them, your parents can still drive you batshit crazy?
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| 022 -- Whoops? |
[19 Sep 2009|01:33pm] |
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Is it bad that I totally forgot today was the 19th? I didn't remember until my mom called me and wished me a happy birthday that today was, indeed, my birthday. Oh joy of joys. Getting older is never any fun. Birthdays are fun when you're young. You love the idea of getting presents from people and everyone being nice to you because it's your 'special day'. But as you get older, they really aren't that great! 21's a good one, because then you're legally allowed to do what you've been doing since you were like 17. And then 25 is the next real staple birthday. And then, after that? Meh.
I turn 33 today. Jesus, I feel old. I think I'm going to go buy a bowler hat and a pipe and sit up on the top deck and yell at people for being on my lawn. Sure, there's no lawn. But I'd love to see the looks I'd get from people. They'll all probably think I'm crazy.
I'm so doing it.
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| 021 -- What. The. Fuck. |
[14 Sep 2009|07:22pm] |
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I was surfing the interwebs today, after I got home from work. And I can't even express the horror I experienced when I saw this video.
I watched, jaw dropped, as I tried to understand what on earth possessed them to teach this.
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| 020 -- Fuck. |
[08 Sep 2009|02:53am] |
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It's 3am, and I'm hungry. Probably because I ended up going to sleep way too early, falling asleep around like 8pm. And now I'm fucking wide awake. Too early for this shit, but I want some food. I think I'm going to go down to the kitchen to make an omelet or something. It's what I'm in the mood for, for some strange reason. I don't know, it just sounds good right now. An omelet with some ham, peppers, potatoes ...
Yeah, I'm totally going down to the kitchens. And ... fuck it. I'm not changing out of the clothes I sleep in. It's 3am, who gives a shit?
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| 019 -- Hahaha. |
[21 Aug 2009|12:54am] |
I'm kind of totally in love with Michael & Michael Have Issues.
Just saying.
That show makes me laugh so hard that I'm pretty sure I annoy people in the rooms around me.
CASE IN POINT ...
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| 018 -- Fantastic nap. |
[12 Aug 2009|05:12pm] |
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I took the world's most awesome nap today. I had a killer headache, and so I laid down around 1pm, and just woke up around like 5pm. Four hours of amazing sleep. I don't know why this nap rocked so hardcore, so much better than all the other naps I've taken in my life, but it just did.
I think I'm going to go searching for some good recipes tonight. I want to try something new. Who wants to be my guinea pig? Jules? Elle? Pru?
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| 017 -- Ouch. |
[01 Aug 2009|02:48am] |
My back's been killing me lately. I wonder if I might have pulled it or something ... I don't know. It hurts to sit still for awhile, but it also hurts to move. I think it just needs to be cracked or adjusted or something ... I don't know. It's ridiculous, though. For the time being, whenever it acts up, I just put both my hands at the base of my back and then lean back as far as I can, and it cracks like five or six times before I stand upright again. That can't be good, can it?
Oh well. Maybe I'll eventually get it looked at. I'm just sick of hospitals at this point.
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| 016 -- Mmm, pizza. |
[22 Jul 2009|12:58am] |
Sitting here in my room, I realized that I really miss ordering pizza at like 2am. There was this kickass little pizza joint that was right down the street from my place, and they delivered until like 3am. And I used to order pizza from them all the time, while drunk most of the time. I'd have friends over, and they'd convince me to order a pizza, and since I was drunk and hungry, I'd order way too much pizza. The delivery guy was always the same, and we used to invite him in all the time to have a beer with us. Good times.
Having said that, I pose this question to my fellow ship-dwellers. What's the thing you miss most about living on dry land?
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| 015 -- Healed. |
[09 Jul 2009|01:23am] |
So I think my hand is finally completely healed. I don't have to wear that ridiculous brace anymore, thank god. So I can finally go back to work for real. Do more shit in the kitchen than just stand around and help where I can, one-handed. Yes, you all can rejoice because you'll be back to experiencing my culinary expertise. I know, you're excited. And even if you aren't, I'm going to keep telling myself that you are, just because I want to. So if you aren't? Fuck off, I don't care.
The worst part about having my cast and brace off, though? One arm is tanner than the other. Fuck.
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| 014 -- Forgetful. |
[12 Jun 2009|11:51pm] |
I think, if I had a brain, I'd be dangerous.
I seem to have misplaced my phone. If anyone comes across a Blackberry Curve from Verizon, with a picture of a drunken Elle & Pru as the background ... let me know? It would be greatly appreciated, so that I don't have to go through the long, drawn out process of ordering another one. That's a pain in the ass, especially when they send you the shitty refurbs. The shitty refurbs that aren't even the real phone, by the way. Sometimes they send you these plastic knock-offs, and they work like shit.
So, yeah. I'd really like my original phone back, please.
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| 013 -- Huzzuh. |
[06 Jun 2009|03:35am] |
My hand's doing better. I'm pretty certain this cast can come off soon. Which is good, because then I can stop looking at the obscene things people have written on the fucking thing. Yes, Pru & Elle, I'm talking about you two bitches.
IN OTHER NEWS. Incase you didn't know? Elle Shipman fell off a horse and broke her hand. Karma? I think so. I don't think I've laughed that hard in awhile ... thanks for that, Elle. I needed the laugh.
Some bitch in the restaurant today sent her food back, and when I went to go talk to her about why she sent it back, she threw lettuce at my face. LETTUCE. It took every ounce of self-control I possessed to not throw something back at her. I almost grabbed a salt shaker and threw it at her dumb head.
And, I think that's all I have for now. Enjoy that.
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| 012 -- Update. |
[24 May 2009|11:24pm] |
So, my hand seems to be healing nicely. I'm able to move my fingers a little more than I was before, which is a good thing, right? I'm not going to put too much pressure on them, though, because I don't want to fuck them up. My hands are my livelihood, I can't afford to destroy them. You'd think I'd be more careful with them then, right? Oh well.
I'm bored as fuck right now, and I don't know what to do about it. I've sat in my room for the past hour, laying in my bed and staring at my ceiling. Someone entertain me, please. I can't drink because of the painkillers that I'm on, so ... entertain me, someone. Dance, monkey, dance.
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| 011 -- Ouch. |
[23 Apr 2009|11:18pm] |
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Hand is healing nicely, so far. Sore, but that's what painkillers are for, right? We have a new crazy doctor on the ship that likes coming at me with needles, that's not cool. And, yeah. Wow, this was absolutely pointless. But oh well. Deal with it.
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| 010 -- Genius. |
[17 Apr 2009|01:38am] |
I'm a genius. I went down to the gym to work out some of my frustrations, I've been a big ball of tension lately. So I'm down in the gym, beating the shit out of the punching bag, when I'm distracted by a fantastically attractive woman that walked past me.
Punching bag + Not paying attention = Not punching the bag.
I ended up punching the wall on accident. That? That fucking hurt. It miiiight be broken.
I just have no luck with these hands, apparently.
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| 008 -- Meh. |
[02 Apr 2009|10:39pm] |
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( Elle )
( Skye )
I think I need to drink until I pass out. Haven't done that in a long time.
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| 007 -- Finally! |
[24 Mar 2009|02:33am] |
Okay, so ... I've finally been given clearance to go back to work. Thank God. Sitting in my room and being bored is just something that I don't want to do anymore.
My hand's better, though. Not completely healed, but better. Which is a good thing as well.
And, yeah. That's about all I've got for you people today.
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| 006 -- Fun. |
[10 Mar 2009|04:33am] |
So, my best friend is on board now. If a blonde bitch comes up to you and starts telling you stories about me ... don't believe a word she says. She's full of shit.
Just kidding, Ellie. You know I love you. In a strictly sisterly way, mind you.
In other news, I've managed to burn the palm of my right hand. Smart, right? It hurts like a bitch, that's for sure. They've got me all hopped up on pain meds until my hand heals. A bit of advice? If a burner on the stove is on ... it's a fair bet it's pretty hot. You might not want to put your hand directly onto it. Just so you know.
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