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I'm typing on my computer and all of a sudden I see a blur out the *corner* of my eye? I'm thinking to myself "what the fuck was that?" Maybe I'm hallucinating you know how when you get older the more you start to lose it? So I continue programming. man I really have met some good people online for example, smarties_2087 . So I'm banging away on the keyboard again, this is for something I enjoy doing, I don't write anything close to the Linux kernel or Internet Explorer. Oh YEAH Internet Explorer, man that sucks that I'm typing this post using IE I'm a Firefox user but when I go into rich text mode it dies on me. That is so ghetto... I feel like my computer is secretly installing malware in the background as I type this with IE running. Back to the damn blur. So I watch the floor for awhile, getting distracted every so often watching my Tivo - Damn what a great invention - Family Guy is on now.
I watch the damn floor (lol always getting distracted) and I see it. I FREAKING SEE IT! Its a mouse. A mouse is running around my computer room. I need to goto the hardware store and pick up a mouse trap. I went online and saw some freaking weird mouse traps. They had this "humane mouse trap" because it kills the mouse instanstly with a charge from 4 AA batteries. How is this humane the mouse is still dead? Or, what about the glue pads? Basically the mouse gets stuck on a glue pad that is coated with super glue so there is no way of getting the mouse off, you just throw the pad away. So basically the mouse dies from starvation or dehydration while its stuck and twitching in the glue. I'm probably going to go with the electricution trap :)
My friend, Peter again, yeah I know I'm asking for trouble, invites me to the reggae fest here in Monterey, California so we can eat some special "brownies". Man haven't eaten these kind of brownies in about 8 years. But I'm a single father now so I can't, but thats funny that he is baking these damn brownies in his kitchen right now. I hope he has a bad "trip" and then I can push him down into the ground and laugh at him. I love Diet Pepsi its like a guilty pleasure drinking as much as I want without worries for calories. Oh yeah and Sprint SUCKS!!! I'm roaming half the time in my house and my phone LG PM-325 supposed to have bluetooth only has "crippled" bluetooth. More on that later as it warrants a post of its own. Now off to the shower and bed, or programming, or writing in my journal :) Current Mood: blah
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The other day my friend, Peter, and I were getting ready for another massive leg session. We started working out again because we weren't happy with the way we turned out in our early 30's so we decided that it was time to change and become healthier. I sent an SMS message to Peter saying that I am on my way. As I got into the car my son called and it took me forever and a day to get the damned Bluetooth headset working with my phone. Actually it took more like 5 minutes. Well, I got to his home and he was all mad and said it didn't take 35 minutes to get here. What the fuck? Are you crazy Peter? Are you calling me a liar? I was pretty upset. His wife showed up and I didn't want to make a big scene so I held my anger in through the entire workout. I was more then angry and through the whole workout I didn't say a damn word. Even though I was fuming and wanted to wrap the damn barbell around his neck. I bared down and just went on with the workout. Pushing each rep not resting enough between sets, thinking of just ripping his head off. Most people think that as you get older you lose the bloodlust you once had as a kid where you wanted to fight everyone in the world and their mom. That is far from the truth, you just learn to control this instinct to kick massive butt, or at least go down trying :) But unfortunately it always seems that swift and blinding violence seems like the only solution. After our workouts we usually go out for a walk and at this point I was going to confront him. To at least get this off my chest. When I was younger I was always told to "let something slide" as opposed to doing something about it. This has caused me much grief as I slowly started cramming stuff that made me upset deep down inside of me, and if I ran out of space in that spot I would slowly keep cramming more and more into that space -- tick, tock, tock, tock. However, right after we were done working out, and my legs were on fire just like my temper. He went into the kitchen, where his wife was, grabbed a cookbook and started to look up a chili recipe. OH MY GOD! What the hell was he thinking? I wanted to just punch him in the lip right there. I waited to see if he wanted to go for our cool down "walk" but he didn't even acknowledge me. At this time I was livid and about to totally go off, but then I thought about his pregnant wife and that this was not worth our friendship. I said, "Nice workout", and gave him a firm handshake. I can't believe how upset that made me. I was livid walking to my car, only able to see red. How can this have been my fault I drove over here when I said I could, and my son called. My son is the most important person in the world to me right now and I will drop everything to talk with him. I'm going to chalk this up to just an incident but I'm going to try and put this behind me. I really appreciate now having patience because I don’t know how out of hand this situation could’ve gotten if I had escalated the situation during my angry phase. -- Composed on my HP iPaq rx3115 -- Current Mood: angry
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