sethro's stories:
If I had a time machine, I know how I'd use it. To be able to go back in time to last week, and be able to punch myself in the nuts for what I've caused, would be worth all the money in the world. I hearken back to the great 80's hair band, Cinderella, and their poignant power ballad, Don't Know What You Got (Till It's Gone). As I told PhD Girl on Monday, every feeling ...
Or at the very least, I think I've been possessed. I'm going to opt for the former, however.
The Girlfriend and I just broke up. ~sigh~ I guess she needs a new name. Perhaps I should go back to calling her PhD Girl. Giving her the moniker of The Ex-Girlfriend just sounds wrong...a little disrespectful. God knows I've done enough of that to her.
So what happened, you ask? Well, I fucked up. Badly. That's what happened. I lied to her. ...
The Girlfriend and I just broke up. ~sigh~ I guess she needs a new name. Perhaps I should go back to calling her PhD Girl. Giving her the moniker of The Ex-Girlfriend just sounds wrong...a little disrespectful. God knows I've done enough of that to her.
So what happened, you ask? Well, I fucked up. Badly. That's what happened. I lied to her. ...
Don't call it a comeback
I been here for years
Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear
-James Todd Smith
aka. LL Cool J
- In case you were wondering, the question on blog-flirting stemmed from The Girlfriend googling me, and noticing a comment I made on Vespertine's blog. See, to me, what I wrote was playful banter...trying (and failing miserably) to be witty. In reality, I did not want, nor expect, a picture ...
I been here for years
Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear
-James Todd Smith
aka. LL Cool J
- In case you were wondering, the question on blog-flirting stemmed from The Girlfriend googling me, and noticing a comment I made on Vespertine's blog. See, to me, what I wrote was playful banter...trying (and failing miserably) to be witty. In reality, I did not want, nor expect, a picture ...
Folks, there will be very few, if any, updates this week. Just so happens that this week is normally my busiest of the year, and to heap an extra pile of shit on top of an already saturated workload, we're experiencing issues in the product we're trying to release on February 15th. Fuck. I'm hoping to pick up with the blogging this weekend and next week. I have been brainstorming, and documenting most of these ...
Alright boys and girls, avid readers. I'm about to head out to King Charles' Towne (you know, the primary Southern port that defended the homeland against those goddamned limey bastards back in that little skirmish around 1775). I'll soak in a little history, shopping, and good eats, not to mention parlay with a ghost or three (what with Charleston being the Most Haunted City In America). Talk to you folks in a few days.
-There is nothing better than watching 20 women prostitute themselves to this Bachelor fellow. I think its transparently obvious that this Dr. Travis cannot get enough of the attention, and loves his position of relative power. There has to be an immense level of vanity and sociopathic behavior involved to be able to openly bullshit, and ultimately toy, with these women on national television. That said, Sarah is my favorite, and if you hurt her Dr. ...
Friday
So I was asked to attend a party with The Girlfriend. A party which consisted of the other PhD interns in her group. I had met a few of her friends previously, but this was nearly the entire group, plus significant others. I more than held my own in the group of doctoral candidates, although I did find out that I have a touch of Body Dysmorphic Disorder and I'm potentially a high functioning autistic.
Yeah, I'm ...
So I was asked to attend a party with The Girlfriend. A party which consisted of the other PhD interns in her group. I had met a few of her friends previously, but this was nearly the entire group, plus significant others. I more than held my own in the group of doctoral candidates, although I did find out that I have a touch of Body Dysmorphic Disorder and I'm potentially a high functioning autistic.
Yeah, I'm ...
Thanks, Diane. Honestly, I needed a good kick in the ass with regards to posting, but I should at least include the obligitory, what the fuck is this shit?, statement so as not to lose curmudgeon status. So without further ado, I give you the Tagged Q&A:
Four jobs you have had in your life:
IT Security Manager (my current role)
Network Administrator (my previous occupation)
Automobile Detail Technician (um, car washer)
Farmhand (queue the Bonanza music)
...
Four jobs you have had in your life:
IT Security Manager (my current role)
Network Administrator (my previous occupation)
Automobile Detail Technician (um, car washer)
Farmhand (queue the Bonanza music)
...
I'm feeling all creative and shit, so let me get my verse on.
My back is smarting;
Sex will still be had tonight;
The show must go on.
Chicken is not good?
What about the corned beef hash?
No, my dog eats poop.
Lindsay Lohan sucks;
Not that I would know first hand.
Homograph, bitches.
My back is smarting;
Sex will still be had tonight;
The show must go on.
Chicken is not good?
What about the corned beef hash?
No, my dog eats poop.
Lindsay Lohan sucks;
Not that I would know first hand.
Homograph, bitches.
I'm going to forego the Weekend Recap for this past week. Suffice to say that drinks were imbibed with Steve America and much time was spent with PhD Girl. I can't seem to get enough of her, and she feels the same. That said, we're still living as individuals and are not artificially accelerating the relationship. Its happening fast, but I don't believe either of us mind. So, here-to-fore, PhD Girl will be known as The Girlfriend. Any smartass ...
We'll keep this short and sweet. I'm having trouble coming up with anything witty, so to say the least, my New Year's Resolution isn't going very well. Call it writer's block. Call it being lazy. Whatever it is, I'm sure I'll break out of it soon. Until then, here's what I got into this past weekend.
Friday
PhD Girl returned from New Orleans. I think we left the house to eat, but outside of ...
Friday
PhD Girl returned from New Orleans. I think we left the house to eat, but outside of ...
Hey folks. Thought I'd drop a quick note to thank everyone for their readership and comments. I cannot relate to you enough how I appreciate all of you coming out and reading my pedestrian writing. Its been an interesting year, to say the least. Many ups and downs. Bottomline is, I survived and became a stronger man through it all. I hope everyone will continue coming by The Brain Dump in 2006. ...
So last Thursday, I agreed to watch my sister's two boys while she finished up some shopping. Joseph is the middle child, age 4, and Luke is the youngest, age 2. Sissy drops them off and quickly makes her exit. I'm pretty sure I heard a cackling, stupid mothe...mrumble...foolish man, coming from my sister as she ran back to her minivan. I shrug and turn my attention to the boys, one of which has found my X-Box, the other ...
Friday
Well, like a couple of idiots (read: men), Steve America and I braved the mall for some Last Minute Christmas Shopping™. Steve ended up breaking a little girl's arm because she wouldn't get out of our way, but honestly, the little bitch should've known better. Team America doesn't play when it comes to Last Minute Christmas Shopping™. That said, and not to be outdone, the elderly whore who tried to cut Steve off while on line at ...
Well, like a couple of idiots (read: men), Steve America and I braved the mall for some Last Minute Christmas Shopping™. Steve ended up breaking a little girl's arm because she wouldn't get out of our way, but honestly, the little bitch should've known better. Team America doesn't play when it comes to Last Minute Christmas Shopping™. That said, and not to be outdone, the elderly whore who tried to cut Steve off while on line at ...
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