i'm just creeped out by... well, pretty much anything. i think i could -make- a pretty scary movie, though. ugh... *shudder* i don't wanna talk about it anymore...
You bet your sweet ass it's just staying at home!!! My real home. I'm gonna go to San Antonio for 15 days of much deserved relaxation. No work for me while I'm there except maybe doing a little yard work to help out. That is nothing to me anymore. I used to think mowing the lawn was a chore but not anymore. Not after working offshore.
It might be closer... but I don't know where that station is. I don't mind the drive to Princeton Junction. It's nice there. Plus... the way I fly up 295... like 85/90 mph... doesn't take me very long.
I don't really have much to say, I was just tired of looking at that bunny.
The weekend really goes too fast for me to get everything done. The laundry and dishes are taking over the entire house, so I really should conquer them first. Tomorrow, Dave and I will probably go out for breakfast. He works nights so Sunday morning is really the only... Read More
It's about time this week was done. I spent most of it listening to people who have no idea what my job entails, telling me that I'm not doing my job correctly. I honestly think that these people suspect that I like being short staffed and having a shitload of stress. Assholes!
i've been told i'm too deft in bed at times for comfort. my last serious gfriend cuoldn't get over it. she said it was proof that i was a huge slutboy in my past life and thinking about other girls makin' whoopee with me made her mad.
yeah well, i used to just up and tell the truth to girls when they asked...but the last one sort of changed my mind on that. she never let me live it down when i told her a guestimite of how many ladies i've been with.
now i just flat out refuse to say because nothing good can come of it...but at least i don't lie.
So I ended up putting out a variety of sandwich and salad ingredients and let everyone pick and choose what they wanted. I have to say it went over rather well. I think, however, the next time my family eats together, someone else can decide what we're having. Either that, or we should go out for dinner.
It's my Dad's birthday on monday, so I'll be having the family over for dinner. I don't know what to make, though, because Dad's a very picky eater. He doesn't like potatoes, which I can't fathom, or chicken, another mystery. Also, Dave hates cheese, so that's out too. So confusing. Any suggestions?