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Titles…schmitles.

Who gives a shit anymore?


Here’s my grumpy ass.

I dunno why but thought of the impending holiday events and such, just doesn’t excite me much, lately.

Not me. I’m so uninspired, yet strangley inspired…enough at least for…

The who cares haiku:

can’t laugh. hell, can’t smilewhy even bother at all

it is just useless

OK that was depressing. I guess I’ll feel better after being having a nap, since bed is where i really want to be :O ~yAWn~

i’ll send a postcard…

toodles

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Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » It’s already Sunday night….

I hate that. Cause it means I have to work tomorrow. I get all weepy, like the Indian from 1970’s Keep America Beautiful TV commercials.

But I digress. On with the blog for today…

One of my icq pals just told me Robert Downey, Jr. was arrested. Again.

Damn him. Had I met him a decade ago, this never woulda happened. Yes I’m THAT good. I can rehabilitate anyone and anything. I have a strange knack of changing people’s lives for the better. I taught Tony Robbins all he knows, man…

BTW, I just updated my
wish list. I’m sure you’re all running to your wallets right now–BUM RUSH!

Good golly it’s late already… I’m probably going to go to bed early.

nite nite

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Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » Beat, Blurry and Bleary-eyed

Today I am beat.

Last night, a girl I work with and I decided to go out for drinks and see what else we could get into, and we didn’t get home until 4am.

I woke up around 9am to tell her she had better get ready to go home ’cause she had to go to church. I only got about 4 hours sleep. That’s when you start to feel your age. Sheesh.

On the eventful side, I downloaded and tested out Radio Free Virgin Player for an alternative to Winamp streaming media library and RealPlayer Jukebox. It sucks, for the most part, and although the track assortment is aplenty, and the sound is cd-quality, the interruptions due to connection buffering seems non-stop so the playback is not that pleasant.

Well I’m about to go pack a bag. going to go to the gym w/Cheir and have dinner. I’m off work tomorrow so I’ll probably stay overnight.

PS – I had a sexual dream about another female the other night….what the hell is that about?

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Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » Dreams To Forget

Hey guess what…it’s a little after 3pm and I have only been up for a while. I went to bed about 3:30am last night and slept IN….like you wouldn’t believe.

My eyes fluttered open this morning and I looked at my alarm clock. 7:22am. SHIT! that’s the time my bus arrives to take me to work. crap crap crap. I must’ve sworn about a dozen more times, peeled my clothes off and all but ran to the bathroom so I could get in the shower. Late is okay, I’ll just call in and tell the guys at the office that I overslept. I would MUCH rather be a few minutes late than be un-bathed, which plain ruins my day. In the bathroom, I sat there for a second and wiped the sleep out of my eyes and then it occured to me…it’s Saturday, WHOO HOO!!!!!!!! Back to bed, with a capital B. Ahhh…it don’t get no better than that.

Then the weirdest dream came to me as I lay there and slept the morning and the early afternoon away. It was very bizarre. I was taken back to a time before my own, sometime back in the 1930’s. I was in some sort of old building, it was very gray and I dunno, kind of had a morbid feel to the whole place, as though I were at some sort of old museum. Like I said, it was very bizarre. In the dream I was being ushered around this strange place.

I cannot recall any of the scenes up until the part I describe next. I also cannot place who it was that was guiding me, nor the words they said. unlike what happened in real life, in my dream I am told that my grandfather’s parents, at the time when they were young adults, were in two separate car accidents, both occuring the same day, and all their belongings were put into this room sized glass case. it was made to resemble an apartment they shared (I don’t this was the case in real life). The glass case ‘room’ was separated into two distinct sides, not necessarily divided rooms, though. One side was supposed to represent my grandfather’s mother’s side and the other, his father’s.

Here is the most strange thing of all that stuck out in the dream: among all their belongings, in the front-most part of the display case (room) were two gurneys, one on each side of the room. on the left gurney, wrapped in a wool blanket, not unlike those gray, itchy, standard army issue ones, was the dead body of a woman, supposedly my grandfather’s mother. Her body looked like it was retreived from the accident scene only moments or hours before, and there were no obvious signs of broken bones, no disfigurement, not even a scratch on her face. on the right gurney wrapped in the same kind of blanket, was the body of a man who I guess was supposed to be my grandfather’s father, his body bent out of shape, and most of his face missing.

After that all I remember after that was that somehow I was allowed into the case, where I inspected their belongings with the curiousity of a snoop. I read handwritten notes, sifted through junk in a dresser drawer, touched clothing and shoes. Saw old toiletries and personal things. At one time I remember picking up a can and I shook out some ladies’ perfurmed talcum powder into my palm and put it on my neck. That was when I woke up around 1pm and to this moment it is all very vivid in my mind.

Bizarre!

Now this only tells me one of a few things. Either there is something tragic in my mother’s family that is unresolved, or perhaps I myself need to learn more about my family history, or else I have just had a very strange and morbid dream, and it just happened to turn out like this.

I can’t even begin analyze this…

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Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » Feelin’ a little lippy

My mood earlier this evening allowed me to be uninhibited enough to post this. I took the pics a couple nights ago, to test the lighting in my office since I got a different lamp in here.


Pouty much?

Hey! Chapstick weather is just around the corner. These will be reminders of how nice my lips CAN be. Btw: these are au naturel…I don’t DO makeup unless I’ve got a damned good reason.

Got so much going on right now, but I’ll be sure to update later.

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Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » Happy Sunday

Hey there cats & kittens… Vikings won again, whoo hoo! It’s been snowing all day, here in St. Paul. I just got back from lunching with mom and getting some grocery shopping done.

Now I’ve got LOADS of laundry to wash but I’ll be back soon.

In the meantime, here is something to show your 13 year old daughters…

Teen boy pop group Hanson shows their intelligence.

later, taters

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Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » Playin hookey

3:32 pm

I missed the bus. oh well. guess I’ll be late for work today.

I am pretty close to just calling in. haven’t decided on that quite yet. I DO need to eat something yet today, however, which will make me even later, should I decide to go to work. coffee was of highest priority this morning and then I got a bit distracted doing other things. back later, taters
4:48pm

Guess what? I didn’t go to work. are you surprised? Instead I decided to eat something and surf some more, a thing I’m very good at. I could sit here and read stuff all day. Today was very productive in this respect since I visited alot of noteworthy sites:

laughing:
spike’s sandbox is worth looking at.

Also, go look at ++diarrheah britannica++. it’s like buttah, baby.

listening & looking:
check out my girl krys’s musicblog. we both have bad (we think it’s good) taste in music so if you don’t like it, TOO BAD!

hacking:
for you security geeks out there, or those just interested, may I recommend Securify, Inc.’s Packetstorm to keep abrest of the latest security issues. the link above will take you to the newest files and/or news update .txt files.

learning:
I have been fiddling around with Flash. Shit’s hard…but I’m hoping to master it, so’s I can keep up with the Joneses of the web design world and mostly ’cause the results are fun.

searching:
Octopus is a fun and easy to use tool that works on multiple browsers. I found some goofy search results when I entered my name! anyway, try it out and never go to one search engine site again.

writers/bloggers/diarists, unite!
Go get your post on in the bulletin board at Diarist.net, dammit! I’m there as Bbojojo. Don’t be afraid to say ‘hi’, or something when you see me online.

This is kinda fun…index your weblog according to your’s or your weblog’s overall personality type. Perhaps yet another good way to find other people like you. look here for more on where to index yours.

Ha ha. I’m not a self-proclaimed writer but I find myself writing shit all the time. today, someone who knows this but decided I was special enough (awww, how sweet) just invited me to join theTypewriters.com. I dunno much about it, hafta go visit it yet. I’ll keep you posted on it though.

By the way, I hate writing code. I dream it, type it, and find I have to use it regularly. however, when it comes to .PHP, ASP, and Javascript, I find I have a bit of difficulty. today a 16-yr old was teasing me about it, so now I have to master it to prove that I can! Right now I’m looking to create an ASP-based script to generate a hit counter and site statistics function. This is probably not going to be easy for me to do but I chose this as the first project because I find the demand for this type of function has grown. If anyone out there has any pointers or resources on this topic, let me know and I’ll give you a prize or something. maybe I’ll put you on my Christmas shopping list.

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Today as I’m reading the news I do a little jig of joy on the way to the kitchen to get a 2nd cup of coffee.The fiance and I have finished our business model and are working on marketing strategies. This business model has been nothing but a headache

for us since Christmas. Now we’re moving along nicely and I can’t wait for us to start getting some projects in. I’m also reading up on this particular piece (pertaining to the Sumpreme Court ruling which I mentioned in last week’s news).

Anyhoo, I’ve found two really neato sites today, completely stumpled upon them by accident:
Uffish Thoughts
Get Sporked

Please go and read them…tell them I sent you, will ya?

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Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » Moolah & Men

Made a $250 commissioned sale tonight…only my second one in six days but good enough, for now.

Something old but funny, to read. It’s my collection of silly personal ad replies, followed by responses I would have sent, had I gotten the balls to actually go through with it…

off to bed!nite-nite

Kiss My Sass » Blog Archive » The unwritten rules

…of Communication Between Men  

Any man who brings a camera to a stag night may be legally killed and eaten by his fellow partygoers.

Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.

It is ok for a man to cry under the following circumstances: a. When a heroic dog dies to save it’s master b. The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse c. After wrecking your boss’ car. d. One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into “The Crying Game”.

e. When your Date is using her teeth

Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours.

If you’ve known a guy for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever, unless you actually marry her.

The minimum amount of time you have to wait for a guy who’s running late is 5 minutes. Maximum waiting time: 6 minutes. For a girl, you have to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on the classic 1-10 scale.

Bitching about the brand of free beer in a male friend’s fridge is forbidden. Gripe at will if the temperature is unsuitable.

No man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another man (in fact, even remembering your buddy’s birthday is strictly optional).

On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest.

While your girlfriend must bond with your buddies’ girlfriends within 30 minutes of meeting them, you are not required to make nice with her gal pals’ significant dick-heads— low level sports bonding is all the law requires (sorry ladies, it’s called a double standard and we drew the short straw on that one).

When stumbling upon other guys watching a sporting event, you may always ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who’s playing.

You may flatulate in front of a woman only after you have brought her to climax. If you trap her head under the covers for the purpose of flatulent entertainment, she’s officially your girlfriend.

It is permissible to quaff a fruity chick drink only when you’re sunning on a tropical beach….and it’s delivered by a topless supermodel…and it’s free.

Unless you’re in prison, never fight naked.

Friends don’t let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.

If a man’s zipper is down, that’s his problem—you didn’t see nothin’.

Women who claim to “love to watch sports” must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much beer as the other sports watchers.

You must offer heartfelt and public condolences over the death of a girlfriend’s cat, even if it was you who secretly set it on fire and threw it into a ceiling fan.

A man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight.

Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both. That’s just plain mean.

If you complement a guy on his six-pack, you’d better be talking about his choice of beer.

Never join your girlfriend or wife in dissing a male friend of yours, except if she’s withholding sex pending your response.

Phrases that may not be uttered to another man while lifting weights: a. Yeah, Baby, Push it! b. C’mon, give me one more! Harder! c. Another set and we can hit the showers!

d. Nice Ass, are you a Sagittarius?

Never talk to a man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need.

Never allow a conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone; Hang up if necessary.

The morning after you and a babe who was formerly “just a friend” have carnal drunken monkey sex, the fact that you’re feeling weird and guilty is no reason not to nail her again before the discussion about what a big mistake it was.

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