come back

Where did half my poll votes go? I almost spelled poll like pole. Would that be so bad?

Yesterday I think I ticked some lady off. I don't exactly remember what I said but she snapped back with a "Bite me!" It wasn't a playful bite me, but rather one that I just shut my mouth and went back to staring at my computer screen. For the rest of the month I'm going to avoid all eye contact with her. She's a lot older and very capable of beating me up. She's tiny but looks pretty rough, like she could pack a nice punch. She drives a freakin motorcycle, one of those Harley types. If I were to ever see her in a dark alley at night, I'd turn and run.

It's final...Going to Park City, UT for some hardcore skiing. I promise not to fall down the entire trip, but will push anyone that gets in my way. Must find a Ski Bunny and flirt, so I can skip ski lift lines.

The new furniture was waiting on me when I got home yesterday afternoon. Since there was nothing good to watch on tv I just went to Target instead. But since The Office is coming on tonight I'll be sure to take full advantage of the new cushions. No one else can sit on it except me and maybe The Girl or My Future Wife. That's final.

I noticed yesterday on some random girl's blog that she was very excited that I visited her blog site. She'll thank me later for linking her, I'm sure of it. Apparently not many people from NASA visit her blog. I think she wet her pants by seeing that. Ok, maybe not, but she could.

The younger sister is flying into town tonight. Maybe Mom will send her with a lot of money so she can buy me dinner. Doubtful. "You're the rocket scientist I think you can afford to treat your sister to a nice weekend of dinners." Thanks. Good thing I bought one of those frozen pizzas and some Cocoa Krispies last night.

I had to talk to Suspenders on the phone. He seemed nervous. Then he relaxed when I told him I was wearing suspenders myself. Hope he notices that I'm taking control now and gets nervous.

"Have you ever popped champagne on a plane
While getting' some brain"
-"Good Life" by Kanye West

What did "Art Fry invent after scraps of paper to mark tunes in his hymnal kept falling out?

Last entry's answer was Delta Airlines.

can you see my crotch?

I am now driving a glorified station wagon, an extremely small windowed Chevy HHR. Yes, the Xterra is now in the garage getting repaired. Enterprise picked me up from the body shop and took approximately 10 minutes, give or take, to leave the body shop lot. I really didn't think the seemingly obvious new hire would get us to the rental shop in one piece. Two blocks later we arrive with my eyes closed and knees at my chest. At the shop I'm informed that I can get a bigger car than what I previously thought possible. Thank you nice looking blonde with the tight body. Too bad she had a ring on that finger, because I was for sure a flirt. So she asked if I wanted the PT Cruiser or the HHR. Not knowing what an HHR was I foolishly pick the dandy little Chevy. Looking out the window as they pull it around I giggled with joy.

I now smell like cheap gas station strawberry perfume. Some idiot there, probably Carlos, sprayed way too much air freshener in the interior. I put my stuff in the car and told the blonde it smells like a cheap hotel. She winked at me. I'm pretty sure she is in love with me now.

Why is Pacman so hard?

This weekend I purchased new pants from Polo, khakis that is. I only bought them because the cute girl with brown hair told me I'd more than likely be hot in them. She lied. Halfway through the work day today I noticed there was a hole in the crotch of the pants. Not on the side, nor at the zipper, but exactly in the middle. Normally I wouldn't say anything about this or just ignore it, but someone in the office asked "Why are you picking at your crotch?" Caught ya. Crap, now everyone knows I'm walking around with something as embarrassing as having your pants unzipped. What did I do, I proudly walked around flaunting my stuff. Not really. Now I know why the blonde from the rental place winked at me.

Tomorrow will be the greatest day ever. Almost ever. The new furniture comes home. The old furniture is going to The Salvation Army while the new, awesome, comfortable, entertaining, sophisticated, hot, suave furniture takes it's place. I'll probably sleep on the new couch all week.

Go Rockies!

My new girlfriend's movie came out on DVD today. I couldn't be more proud of her. One day she'll realize how excited I am of her. One day she might know who I am. Anyways, she played Maggie on Transformers. We're in love. Almost. Not really, but she could be.

Judy Witwicky: Why are you so sweaty and filthy?
Sam Witwicky: I'm a child. Ya know, I'm a teenager.
-Transformers

What airline started out as the first crop-dusting outfit to battle boll weevils?

Last entry's answer was peas.

don't get near me

Today I forgot to put on my deodorant. Thank the Heavens I didn't sweat. I've never been so worried about anything in my whole life. Constantly had the underarm check thing going on. Do they smell something stinky? Stinky is such a kid word, I'll never use it again, sorry. Glad I had on an undershirt today, wish it was my under amour instead. I could look half way buff.

Everyone that reads this blog will probably think I'm a slob. I'm really not.

This afternoon after work I went hunting for some new furniture. College crap out, new loft upgrades in. Found a couple of sweet leather couches that were calling my name to come take a nap on. Trouble happens when trying to find a chair, that isn't leather but will match good with the orange wall and the new leather couch. Pat wasn't much help, even though he seemed pretty gay to me. I'm not going back to him again. Much rather see that cute little blonde at the front desk instead. I'll get her to test out the couch comfort with me.

Talked to The Girl last night. She's coming to visit. At least that's what she's telling me now days. I bet she'll faint at the beauty of my sweet man loft. Most girls do. I better use the word will instead of do. Haven't brought too many up lately, ever. I will, soon, don't you worry.

Mystery Girl update. She can cook. It was like pulling teeth to get that out of her though. I asked if she could cook. "Cook what?" Can you cook. 5 more questions later... she can cook.

That's all I have today. Maybe tomorrow will be more exciting. Doubt it though. Oh wait, I did meet two real live astronauts today. I got their autographs. They seemed stunned.

What long-beaked bird needs 1,600 blossoms to get its daily diet of nectar?

Last entry's answer was Washington.