"Time you enjoy wasting is never wasted." - John Lennon
My friend, Harry, has a gig tonight. I always look forward to seeing him play. It makes me realize how much I need to get off my ass and practice my guitar more. Sometimes thats all it takes... a little reminder to get you back on track.
Unbelievable. My employer supplies unlimited Starbucks coffeebeans for the machines in the floor break rooms. Why do these lazy muthafukkas incessantly sponge every last drop of coffee from the pot and sloth back to their desks without making another pot? I am coffee boy, hear me roar! Grrrrrrrrr!
Lunchtime lull… calm before the storm? Actually, after the struggle to wake up this morning, today has been a relatively tame Monday. I just got back from a sushi expedition at
Miyako with Micah and Dwayne. Micah is a good friend of mine that used to work with me at our previous company. We always have great conversation. Dwayne is an engineer in my department from India. I always try to think of redneck compliments for him since Houston’s southern diversity is probably the antithesis of the stereotypical sociopsychological Bombay culture. Today I told him he was “cooler than the other side of the pillow”. I think he liked that. Complimenting Micah, on the other hand, requires no skill or clever forethought. I called Micah a “beeyatch”. I think he liked that too.
Cluttered office. Voicemail complaints. One thousand pointless emails. Monday.
sluuuuuuuuuurp... mmmn... coffee. Baby steps.
Beatnik Joe
Little, Black, and Round
Heaven, Dark Roast, Ground
You kiss my lips and
Touch my Heart in ways most profound
Whether bitter, thick like mud,
With crappy, floaty crud,
Or smooth and regal nectar,
That lingers as my master
Your end becomes my means
To not succumb to
Murderous temptation
Each morning
With insomnia, you're never really asleep; you're never really awake.
Do I look frustrated? My service provider seems to love to drop my connection at the most inopportune times. I suppose it wouldn’t be as annoying if I were not a network engineer by trade. My bread and butter is making sure the network works. Is their job any different? I think it’s time for commencement of the obligatory left-over turkey sandwich marathon. Left over turkey kicks ass.
“I did nothing, absolutely nothing, and it was everything I thought it would be.”
So eloquently stated by Peter (Office Space) and so exactly defining my afternoon. Camron exploded in culinary fury again this afternoon and baked a turkey while simultaneously preparing various “fixin’s” to accompany. I love my sister, but thank god she doesn’t live with me. What is the shortest path to critical mass? A sister whose chef alter-ego would straight up piss Monica Geller off. So, as I sit here sipping my tasty beverage, pondering the tres suck of embarking into corporate hell again tomorrow, Cam is out renting Moulin Rouge. Excellent movie… not necessarily one to watch in a state of emotional instability, but none the less, a great movie. I probably won’t watch it with her in favor of sitting here mindlessly piddling online and listening to gigs of aural artistry. I love mp3’s. I’m such a geek sometimes.
"I say let me never be complete. I say let me never be content. I say deliver me from Swedish furniture. I say deliver me from clever art. I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth. I say you have to give up. I say evolve and let the chips fall where they may." - Fight Club
My sister, Camron, is in town. Friday was her birthday and she had just finished finals, so we decided to make her visit a dual-purpose celebration. She's an excellent cook. I love to cook, but I tend to make a horrific mess when I do... the end result tastes good, but the kitchen always looks like hell. My love of cooking being slightly out-weighed by the love-hate relationship I have with cleaning is what precipitates my eating out so much. That and it is not really much fun to cook for just one person. Anyhoo, back to Camron... she made a fabulous breakfast this morning. Between that and the pot of coffee that I have imbibed thus far, my head is starting to clear up and this day might get started soon.
Mother's Day. I wake up with a fuzzy head and fuzzier tongue. A few too many last night seems to be the going trend with me these days. The irony lies in the why... attempting to numb the questioning mind. Where? Why? When? These things lead to self destruction. So I decided that resolutions would be a good first step... you know, some of that sitting on the couch "coalescing the vapors of human existence into a vial of logical comprehension" stuff. It all started with a woman. Actually most things do. An amazing woman that I like very much, yet somehow yet again find a creative way to fuck things up. This is my life. More on the resolutions later... just wanted to say welcome to my blog. Welcome to my life. Don't expect much... but your welcome to sit and stay a while.