I am Inigo Montoya's right hand minus 2...
TGIF
I love Fridays, especially when the work day is going by fast. And after work today, I get to go to the Angels game(I wore a red shirt, just for the occasion) and then me and Chris and the gang are headed towards Santa Maria/Santa Barbara for a weekend of celebration, party, and whatevers... I can't wait. And look at that...I feel like i JUST got here and it's already lunch time...SWEET!
My hand hurts right now. And typing is a little difficult because the two bandaids on it are keeping it pretty straight, so it's hard to type in P's and semi-colons and all other keys associated w/ the right pinky finger. Well I guess I should 'splain why my finger hurts so bad in the first place. I had a glass of wine when I was chillin w/ V last night and when I was washing my glass, I guess I pressed the sponge too hard(don't know my own strength, he he he) and the sponge, along w/ my hand broke right through the glass. I hate thin crystal, it breaks so easily...apparently this is not the first time this has happened to me. But this time, I got stabbed by the broken glass when my hand went through...in two spots. Right above my palm where the pinky is joined to your hand, and one a few inches above, along the pinky finger. It was bleeding all over his sink, pretty nasty since I hate the sight of blood in the first place. It's not too big of a cut, but it hurts like a mofo. I was really paranoid at one point that there might still be glass stuck inside and sucked on it for a while. I think there is no glass in there and i cleaned it w/ alcohol this morning before reapplying the bandaids...sucks...
Koo koo, koo koo
I've been reading blogs about dreams lately, well just V's, but still... Anyway, I had the most bizarre dream last night...and I know I usually have bizarre dreams as it is(i.e. dreaming I was a cartoon, things like that.). Anyway, in this dream, I'm playing some GI Joe game on playstation and it forced me to pick a character, so I picked Snake Eyes...my favorite. The person I was playing, one of my friends whose identity was not revealed to me til later, picked Storm Shadow. We then picked 3 weapons, I picked a machine gun, shotgun and grenades. I don't remember all the weapons Storm Shadow picked, but I remember a machine gun was one of them. Next thing I know, we're in this store, and our objective is to blow up as much of it as we can, so I start shooting away with my machine gun....as was Storm Shadow, who will hence forth be referred to as SS cuz I'm tired of typing the name out all the time. Anyway, so I can hear SS's machine gun wailing away, apparently SS had more mags than I did. So I switched to my shotgun and was shooting all the milk gallon bottles and stuff. All the while, the clerk was asleep, I remember seeing him, he was a middle-aged, kind of thick white dude, with a moustache and glasses. He was wearing one of those green apron-like things. But he wakes up and we freak out and run out the door. This is when I realize that SS was Vivian...she goes, "I'll get the getaway car and you fend him off." So she takes off and the dude starts to approach me. I don't wanna kill him so I set off a warning shot, and he pulls out this big ass hand gun and starts trying to shoot me. I try to tell him that I don't wanna kill him but it's no use. So we have this big epic gun battle...it was crazy, I remember both of us running down opposite ends of the aisle shooting as we saw each other accross each one...I was jumping up and down, ducking, doing that cool flip/rollover thing...I was an action hero man, it was tight. Anyway, so Viv gets there and I make for the door, and we drive away, the dude, is trying to run after us, yelling at us to slow down so he could see our License plate...and that was it. Then all of the sudden I'm in this house, on the second floor, but the house is so unsteady, the second floor is rocking...I don't know why though. Then Viv goes, "Good game! I think you won." WTF?
Atkins and I have developed a love/hate relationship....More hate than love I think though:
Love:
-The quick results
-The cleaning out of the system(I've been taking good doo-doos lately)
-I'll reach my target weight of 150 in no time
-I cook more, cuz I can only eat omelettes and stuff like that
Hate:
-Can't eat rice
-Can't eat candy(we just got a huge box of chocolate covered raisins) or other snacks here at work
-Can't partake in Breakfast fridays, cuz it's alwasy donuts and croissants or some sort of pastry...
-Can't eat rice
-It's expensive buying those bars
-Can't eat rice
Appreciations
-Fast workdays
-Fridays
-Sporting events
-Cool people
-bandaids
-that good sore feeling from a workout or exercise
"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
-Albus Dumbledore
TGIF
I love Fridays, especially when the work day is going by fast. And after work today, I get to go to the Angels game(I wore a red shirt, just for the occasion) and then me and Chris and the gang are headed towards Santa Maria/Santa Barbara for a weekend of celebration, party, and whatevers... I can't wait. And look at that...I feel like i JUST got here and it's already lunch time...SWEET!
My hand hurts right now. And typing is a little difficult because the two bandaids on it are keeping it pretty straight, so it's hard to type in P's and semi-colons and all other keys associated w/ the right pinky finger. Well I guess I should 'splain why my finger hurts so bad in the first place. I had a glass of wine when I was chillin w/ V last night and when I was washing my glass, I guess I pressed the sponge too hard(don't know my own strength, he he he) and the sponge, along w/ my hand broke right through the glass. I hate thin crystal, it breaks so easily...apparently this is not the first time this has happened to me. But this time, I got stabbed by the broken glass when my hand went through...in two spots. Right above my palm where the pinky is joined to your hand, and one a few inches above, along the pinky finger. It was bleeding all over his sink, pretty nasty since I hate the sight of blood in the first place. It's not too big of a cut, but it hurts like a mofo. I was really paranoid at one point that there might still be glass stuck inside and sucked on it for a while. I think there is no glass in there and i cleaned it w/ alcohol this morning before reapplying the bandaids...sucks...
Koo koo, koo koo
I've been reading blogs about dreams lately, well just V's, but still... Anyway, I had the most bizarre dream last night...and I know I usually have bizarre dreams as it is(i.e. dreaming I was a cartoon, things like that.). Anyway, in this dream, I'm playing some GI Joe game on playstation and it forced me to pick a character, so I picked Snake Eyes...my favorite. The person I was playing, one of my friends whose identity was not revealed to me til later, picked Storm Shadow. We then picked 3 weapons, I picked a machine gun, shotgun and grenades. I don't remember all the weapons Storm Shadow picked, but I remember a machine gun was one of them. Next thing I know, we're in this store, and our objective is to blow up as much of it as we can, so I start shooting away with my machine gun....as was Storm Shadow, who will hence forth be referred to as SS cuz I'm tired of typing the name out all the time. Anyway, so I can hear SS's machine gun wailing away, apparently SS had more mags than I did. So I switched to my shotgun and was shooting all the milk gallon bottles and stuff. All the while, the clerk was asleep, I remember seeing him, he was a middle-aged, kind of thick white dude, with a moustache and glasses. He was wearing one of those green apron-like things. But he wakes up and we freak out and run out the door. This is when I realize that SS was Vivian...she goes, "I'll get the getaway car and you fend him off." So she takes off and the dude starts to approach me. I don't wanna kill him so I set off a warning shot, and he pulls out this big ass hand gun and starts trying to shoot me. I try to tell him that I don't wanna kill him but it's no use. So we have this big epic gun battle...it was crazy, I remember both of us running down opposite ends of the aisle shooting as we saw each other accross each one...I was jumping up and down, ducking, doing that cool flip/rollover thing...I was an action hero man, it was tight. Anyway, so Viv gets there and I make for the door, and we drive away, the dude, is trying to run after us, yelling at us to slow down so he could see our License plate...and that was it. Then all of the sudden I'm in this house, on the second floor, but the house is so unsteady, the second floor is rocking...I don't know why though. Then Viv goes, "Good game! I think you won." WTF?
Atkins and I have developed a love/hate relationship....More hate than love I think though:
Love:
-The quick results
-The cleaning out of the system(I've been taking good doo-doos lately)
-I'll reach my target weight of 150 in no time
-I cook more, cuz I can only eat omelettes and stuff like that
Hate:
-Can't eat rice
-Can't eat candy(we just got a huge box of chocolate covered raisins) or other snacks here at work
-Can't partake in Breakfast fridays, cuz it's alwasy donuts and croissants or some sort of pastry...
-Can't eat rice
-It's expensive buying those bars
-Can't eat rice
Appreciations
-Fast workdays
-Fridays
-Sporting events
-Cool people
-bandaids
-that good sore feeling from a workout or exercise
"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live."
-Albus Dumbledore
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