back when the west was plastic

The hallway smells like a magic marker and I keep walking out there. I hope I don't get high from this. Can you get high from magic marker smells in the hall? Could they fire me if I just hangout in the hall and get high from working? I don't know what I should do in this situation. Someone should write a book about how to act when stuff like this takes place. Those would be great Christmas presents.

I went to the Art Car Parade on Saturday. It was probably the most fun that anyone who loves cars and art could ever have. I wish I would've have glued those little plastic cowboys and indians all over my car/truck/suv. My art would be called "Back When The West Was Plastic".

Why does everything cost money? Why can't something just be free? I mean truly free. Powder told me that the free advertisements on tv aren't actually free. They include the price of the free item into the price of the product. So I argued that they don't raise the price of the product when the freebies are thrown in. She said they keep the prices the same and randomly add free stuff in the deal. I think she's crazy and doesn't know what she's talking about. This paragraph has completely confused me and I no longer know what I'm talking about.

I started pushing my hair to the right side of my face since I got the new haircut on Wednesday. I don't mean that hair is in my face, it's just that good looking hair length. Sort of longer than short. (If that doesn't make any sense, sorry, deal with it.) It was time for a change. No one has even noticed and I'm thinking of shaving my head to get some attention around here. If that's what it will take then that's what it will be. Then I'll be more aerodynamic. Running faster has always been something I've wanted to do.

Guy Who Hates Popcorn Smell just walked into the office next to mine and I only heard one sentence from their entire conversation, since that was during the song break. "What's a hooker supposed to smell like?" I wish my music would've come back on a little sooner.

Another peon was in here asking Stink if he had any family in the earthquake and being a very concerned co-worker. I thought it was a nice gesture. Then about 3 minutes into his conversation I heard him ask, "How many digits do you have to dial to call over there?" I turned around and made a smart remark, I don't know if he appreciated it or not. I think I then told him 34 to make up for my smart remark.

"You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight"
"Kiss Me" - Sixpence None the Richer

What religious movement began with Martin Luther's attack on the sale of indulgences?

Last entry's answer was The Six Day War.

send complaints to someone else, i don't care

I hate talking to customer support services on the phone. I also hate using the word "hate". Why do the products I buy have people who speak broken English, working their phones? For the most part, I'm a pretty nice guy, so I've been told by my Mom. But when I get on the phone with Hakim from the other side of the world, my bad side comes out. I say words that I never thought existed outside of a ship. I threaten him with threats of hanging up. Call him an idiot and ask him if he even knows what a possum is. Then, I put him on hold and make him listen to country western music. Take that buddy. I'm not sorry.

I'm tired of this nasty smell! Stink really needs to do something about his problem. It's starting to tick me off. One day I'm going to blow up and I'll probably get fired. Then I'll never get another job because everyone in the world will have heard how I yelled at work. My life will probably be ruined because of this gaseous issue.

Click this if you're cool.

I fell off my bike again yesterday. Just when I get rid of the other biking scars, I add new ones. I feel tough.

I got stood up yesterday by the haircut lady. Just for that I'm going to call her a barber. They hate that. She better be there today, or else.

People who walk into my office area, say nothing, and then leave are weird. I make mean faces at them and make them feel dumb.

A friend of mine suggested that I invest in biking shorts. These are shorts that come with extra padding in the butt. I never knew this stuff existed. It's pretty much, in my opinion, an awesome idea for the bike enthusiast. Instead of spending lots of money on a padded saddle, just buy some shorts. The only problem that I'm worried about is how it will make my butt look when I ride past that blonde girl who runs in the park. I think she stares at my butt each time.

Communication was reestablished with My Future Wife yesterday. She texted me and I could tell she was excited. I didn't miss her that much, she can be mean at times.

Guy Who Hates Popcorn Smell never shakes hands. He always only fist bumps people. Is it called fist bumping? Well, it is now. It was a very awkward time when I went to shake his hand and he put a fist out instead. I didn't know what to do. So I just grabbed it. Then two fist grabs later I learned, from an observer's prospective, that he just wants a fist bump. I don't like fist bumping. The last time he fist bumped, he did it harder than what I was ready for. Now I'm ready for it. He's going to get a punch on his fist when I see him again. I hope this doesn't start a riot.

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

Last entry's answer was the honor.

restroom versus bathroom

There were too many people in the lab during a test. I volunteered to leave. It was an excellent excuse for me to leave and go back to my desk to write a blog post.

Last night I attempted to make hamburgers and failed on the buns. I thought it would be cool to have a special bun for my George Foreman burger. Well, I thought wrong. For some crazy reason, I had decided in my head/heart that a sourdough bun would be the hip thing for a hamburger. Ok, so the grocery store doesn't sell or make sourdough buns. Not a problem. The soup bread bowl resembles a very large bun, so why not just cut it into smaller chunks. Perfect. The idea was shaping up quite nicely, except that my bun was more squarish than round. Then, I sat down and began the the chow down process. First bite, all bread and cheese. Not a problem, I'll get it the second on the second round. Bite two, no meat. By the time I had reached the third bite I was tired of chewing. It was a freakin bread bowl for crying out loud. That stuff doesn't chew very well. Third bite, mostly bread and cheese with a hint of meat. Screw it, I changed buns. It was a sort of messy process but well worth it. Thank you Sara Lee for making real hamburger buns.

I like oranges but I don't like peeling them.

I'm truly wearing party pants for Party Pants Friday. Maybe I shouldn't wear these, I don't know. The problem with this particular pair is that the zipper unzips itself constantly. Walking down the hall, unzip. Sitting at my desk, unzip. It does save time when going to the restroom.

I wish they made popcorn flavored air fresheners for the restroom. Then going to the bathroom wouldn't be such torture. It would make me think of the movies. Then I would walk out and be hit with the reminder that I'm at work. Disappointment.

When is it ok to use bathroom instead of restroom?

It's the freakin weekend baby
I'm about to have me some fun
"Ignition (Remix)" - R Kelly

Who committed suicide two years after taking a stab at Julius Caesar?

Last entry's answer was 5.