burning candles

The only productive thing I did this weekend was to take my skis to the pro shop to have bindings mounted and a wax job. Besides that I did nothing. Except for managing to stab some chain-link fence into my shin. If there wasn't a lock on the gate this would have never happened. Why do people have to be so cruel and protective?

The Roommate made a scene with some old man yesterday. I have never been so embarrassed to be in the same car and truly think that he doesn't deserve to have a capitalized R in the title of "roommate." The old man who was minding his own business and doing his job was slapped in the face with anger and rudeness from the roommate. Doing his guard duties he simply told us we weren't allowed to continue on. The roommate snaps back with rudeness and thought he was a bad ass for doing so. Old Man Guard then proceeds to put him in his place; roommate pouts and drives away talking smack under his breath. I covered my face.

My two cents worth for the day; candles are a waste of money. In the end they just melt.

Spring has come about two months early in Houston. I'm scared to see what lies ahead in about three months. My jackets were a total waste of money in this city. I wore the new one about four times and the down jacket about zero times. What's wrong with this place?

Why does sushi cost so much? It's not like they have to cook it.

Some crew member got sick on station and screwed everything up. Wonder what it's like to throw up in zero gravity?

Valentine's day is Thursday, I'll probably call in sick. Love sick that is. The Girl is taken by another man, don't have to worry about that one. My Future Wife, who knows about her. Coffee Girl is long gone, I only see her a few times. The Ex is an ex. Gym Girl isn't totally out of the question yet. Single Date Girl will hopefully disappear. I always seem to lose every girl at least two months before this day. Is it luck or fate? I'll let you know next year. Mom might like some flowers.

This post has a first ever in the history of "Mom Yelled My Full Name Last Night." A semicolon.

"Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love." - Albert Einstein

What was a gladiator armed with, in addition to a dagger and spear?

Last entry's answer was The Deceleration of Independence.

halloween

Boo!

Today I wore my costume to work. I'm the only person here that I've seen so far that is dressed up as a werewolf. I'm the only person here that I've seen so far that's even dressed. I feel like a dork.

My sleep schedule couldn't be more messed up. These astronauts have managed to turn my sleeping pattern into total crap. Sleeping pattern? Where did that come from? So maybe one day I'll get back into the swing of things and start my usual posting of 3 times a week, or maybe 6 times a week, I forget which number it is.

At the Target the other night, my roommate bought a bottle of wine. I would leave it at that, but this bottle of wine was special. Whenever a bottle of wine is bought at the loft. Not sure why I just called my apartment the loft. I'm pretty sure it needs a better name than that. How about the apartment. Whenever a bottle of wine is bought at the apartment there is a requirement that it has to be a cool looking bottle. Who cares if it tastes nasty, cool bottles only. After you're done drinking it, pouring it down the sink, or giving it's contents to guests, the "cool" bottle is displayed proudly on the top of the cabinet. This sounds like a gay idea after typing it out. There will be some thinking on this issue later. If the bottle is ugly I usually break it in the street. Anyways, the wine bottle that the roommate bought was named Opps. The contents aren't anything to brag about. So walking though the Target he randomly drops this bottle of Opps on the concrete floor shattering some of the glass. I laugh and proceed to point out that the side of the bottle has Opps written on it. Then I call him an idiot and throw my string cheese in the shopping cart.

Trick or Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat. If you don't I don't care, I'll show you my underwear. Timmy With the Hot Mom that lives on the 6th floor told me to say that tonight when I go knocking on doors.

The thought of going out tonight and not being a werewolf has crossed my mind. Instead I'll the Three-Hole Punch Jim from The Office. I doubt anyone will know what I am.

1. Placophobia - Fear of tombstones

2. Phasmophobia - Fear of ghosts

3. Wiccaphobia - Fear of witches

4. Samhainophobia - Fear of Halloween

Thought this was appropriate for Halloween. It could be scary.

"You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips

And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips...."

-The Righteous Brothers

"Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died." - Erma Bombeck

What year did the Halloween novelty song "Monster Mash" reach number one on the Billboard charts?

Last entry's answer was a gallon of oil.