ps - new sets from Oubliette and wtfcupcakes make me smile.
I think I set a new record this morning when I made Hillary cry before 8am.
I was just joking around, talking shit, whatever, when she told me that I was hurting her. I don't know. I'm kind of a dumbass in that regard-always kidding around, saying things that aint.
I was imitating her, or rather, imitating a her that doesn't exist, acting like she's a nag or whatever. See, in my stupid head, it's funny that she's not a nag, and it's funny to act as though she is. Saying stuff like "JESUS I WAS JUST PLAYING AROUND" or whatever, unexpectedly. Anyway, it's not funny. Just to me. I know this. I'm a dork.
And before I knew it she was crying. I didn't mean it maliciously, I swear. It just sort of happened. I apologized and explained to her that I was just acting that way because she never ever nags me, and that I appreciate that. But she told me that she hears herself that way and that my kidding around doesn't help at all.
I didn't mean it. I really am sorry. Sometimes I just run my mouth.
The irony being that part of a message I received on SG last night read "I heard you're a good boyfriend."
Not really.
I'm at work now. Have been for a little over two hours. By the time I post this, though, I'll have gone home. I've been gorging myself on these little mint-chocolate cookies. I'm gross. I feel gross, too. I'm falling asleep at the computer, a little. It's my first day back.
I like it here. I'm glad to be working for my money again.
The sad news is my friend Joe-one of my favorite people here-is leaving. He got a job with a competitor, Komatsu.
He's one of the smiling faces here, one that always drops by the lab with the little far side calendar pages that he's saved over two-three weeks. He drops them off and makes us smile. He also used to be a total delinquent, so he's been very, very handy when I've locked my keys in my car.
Which happens to me a lot.
I'm still very sore from this Saturday's chest workout. Just I guess I just tried to work out as if I had never stopped for a month. Now I'm like, overly sore. Too much. But I don't want to take it easy, you know? I kind of hate the way I look. I want to lose some of this weight. Of course the cookies aren't helping. It's a coworker's birthday today, so I can expect cake for lunch. Yum. Cake. Icing.
FAT-Death.
I'm a celebrity.
My coworkers (who insist on calling me Gabby) keep asking me what I did on my vacation. I feel stupid when I respond with "nothing." But it's the truth. There were scattered little things here and there, such as a party I got drunk at, and lots of cat-related laundry.
What else, though? Lots of Sopranos. Arrested Development. Entourage.
It wasn't my dream vacation.
Hey coworkers, I spent my vacation beating off to internet porn!
I did watch a movie, however, that I really liked. It's called Steamboy, and it's one of the prettiest and most fun anime movies I've seen in a while. Score one for Hillary, since it was part of her queue, not mine.
kill me
mend me
I think I set a new record this morning when I made Hillary cry before 8am.
I was just joking around, talking shit, whatever, when she told me that I was hurting her. I don't know. I'm kind of a dumbass in that regard-always kidding around, saying things that aint.
I was imitating her, or rather, imitating a her that doesn't exist, acting like she's a nag or whatever. See, in my stupid head, it's funny that she's not a nag, and it's funny to act as though she is. Saying stuff like "JESUS I WAS JUST PLAYING AROUND" or whatever, unexpectedly. Anyway, it's not funny. Just to me. I know this. I'm a dork.
And before I knew it she was crying. I didn't mean it maliciously, I swear. It just sort of happened. I apologized and explained to her that I was just acting that way because she never ever nags me, and that I appreciate that. But she told me that she hears herself that way and that my kidding around doesn't help at all.
I didn't mean it. I really am sorry. Sometimes I just run my mouth.
The irony being that part of a message I received on SG last night read "I heard you're a good boyfriend."
Not really.
I'm at work now. Have been for a little over two hours. By the time I post this, though, I'll have gone home. I've been gorging myself on these little mint-chocolate cookies. I'm gross. I feel gross, too. I'm falling asleep at the computer, a little. It's my first day back.
I like it here. I'm glad to be working for my money again.
The sad news is my friend Joe-one of my favorite people here-is leaving. He got a job with a competitor, Komatsu.
He's one of the smiling faces here, one that always drops by the lab with the little far side calendar pages that he's saved over two-three weeks. He drops them off and makes us smile. He also used to be a total delinquent, so he's been very, very handy when I've locked my keys in my car.
Which happens to me a lot.
I'm still very sore from this Saturday's chest workout. Just I guess I just tried to work out as if I had never stopped for a month. Now I'm like, overly sore. Too much. But I don't want to take it easy, you know? I kind of hate the way I look. I want to lose some of this weight. Of course the cookies aren't helping. It's a coworker's birthday today, so I can expect cake for lunch. Yum. Cake. Icing.
FAT-Death.
I'm a celebrity.
My coworkers (who insist on calling me Gabby) keep asking me what I did on my vacation. I feel stupid when I respond with "nothing." But it's the truth. There were scattered little things here and there, such as a party I got drunk at, and lots of cat-related laundry.
What else, though? Lots of Sopranos. Arrested Development. Entourage.
It wasn't my dream vacation.
Hey coworkers, I spent my vacation beating off to internet porn!
I did watch a movie, however, that I really liked. It's called Steamboy, and it's one of the prettiest and most fun anime movies I've seen in a while. Score one for Hillary, since it was part of her queue, not mine.
kill me
mend me
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I justify cookies and cakes by saying I would eat them anyways at least when I go and workout I won't gain weight. Which is bunk considering that I might actually lose if I stopped with the cakes and crap...but it is so hard.