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Back to Basics

As of 2200 MST on Tuesday night, I'll be back to my familiar and sorely missed graveyard shifts. At least temporarily. Good Times. And I get to pretty much do as I please at the new store I'll be training at, since the way things are currently being done there simply ain't, you know, getting it done. Well, that and the fact that I'm apparently being fast tracked to management. Yeah, I don't much fathom it, either. In fact, it's kinda fucking baffling.

And I can feel my nemesis list growing larger daily. Oh well, step on folks on the way up AND the way down.


Yesterday, a hot 17 year old Yellow Fever gave me her number. Yes, David DeAngelo's method of getting the e-mail address (so we can keep in touch) and then ''oh, while you're at it, you may as well give me your number, too'' totally works. No, I had NO idea she's only 17 (until Novemberish). I'm ignoring the implications and merely basking. And yes, I then went and fucked my geophysicist afterwards. Sometimes it's good to be me.

Did I mention that I'm 35? Or that she still owes me a story?


I'm kinda developing a mancrush on Houston Astros' Centerfielder Hunter Pence. Nope, not ashamed to admit it. Dude's fucking CARRYING me in most of my fantasy baseball pools. And yes, I even have him in my keeper league. If he's still available in your leagues, he's going into Colorado this week. And y'all know what that means.

Hell, I even dig his porn star name.


I learned (or is it re?) a valuable lesson the other day whilst watching Star Trek. Fuck yeah, the original. Is there any other? Good ol' Scotty was getting some alien dude liquored-up on the single malt, and I realized one of life's simple truths: if someone fails to see your POV; get her drunk.


I'm pretty excited about Kelly Clarkson finally bringing her fine self to Calgary for a concert. Yes, I bought me a ticket, even though the prices were a smidge unreasonable, what with the lack of an opening act of any note and all. Yes, ONE ticket. I don't know anybody like that, wherefore I'd be willing to drop $110 on them. Sadly, the presale sucked. How how how the FUCK can I not be able to find one decent individual seat? Fortuitously, karma was shining on your humble narrator once all seats went on sale, and he was able to score one more to his liking at, like, 4 p.m.

I like the new single, Never Again, too. New album drops June 26th.


Well, I was up and banging at 3 a.m., so I'm off to shower and then buy me some US dollars, as the exchange rate's damn good of late. Or maybe I won Saturday's lottery. Or not. Whatever. May Monday treat y'all fair and equitably.

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