Oh holy hell. I decided to update a few things in my "Dating Profile" when I came across "My Dating Status". It said "Cheater". I can't believe I made this mistake when I set up the profile. Not only am I "Single", but I'm also such an ass...


Now, for the record:
"I am not a cheater, nor have I ever been a cheater, nor will I ever be a cheater."

I've been cheated on before and I know how much it sucks. I'd never want to hurt anyone the way I was.

Cheaters never prosper, they get VD & pay alimony :p

In fact you kind of have to be in a relationship before you can even cheat. So how can I be cheating!?! Well, I suppose you could say "you're 'cheating' your way out of life man, you need to find someone nice and settledown" Or you could say "hey, you just need to get laid". Trust me, I've heard it all before and I'm sure to hear it again...

Whatever, I feel like a born again virgin with nothing to lose because I've already made myself the biggest loser. Pretty soon I'll just be like a jealous and grumpy old man shaking my fist at the world.

Hmmna-mumna-mumble-grumble... Fornicaters! *shaking fist* Damn, dirty over-sexed kids. Back in my day, we 'd only have sex but once a year and we hated it. We didn't have any fancy toys or lotions or lingerie. We just revved up the old chain-saw and had at it... When you were done, you'd just light up a doobie and sit there. Mumble-grumble-mumble... Why, it's people like you who're messin' up the world with yer, whips and chains, velvet and vinyl, and what is this rubbish I hear about gettin' yer bodies all pimped out like a tournament of roses parade float? Tattoos and nipple piercings, high heels and garter belts, bah! Fooey on yers...

God, please don't let me become that way (deliver me from evil and send me an angel of mercy).

Satan, please don't let me become that way (deliver me unto the clutches of the naughty imp of sin).

Might as well hedge my bets. Can't hurt, can it???

My first real day of Summer! No more school and a day off from work, so what did I do? Why sleep-in naturally . And then I decided that I was going to do a "little yard work". I decided I was going to dig out a large planterbox next to the room I am renovating (it was allowing moisture into the walls, and hence the mold I'm having to... *cough, cough, hack* Ahem!... Deal with...) Actually I felt great doing some real work for a change. Nothing like hard labor to toughen you up. (Plus I hear it's good for the soul). Well, I started around noon and took a water break at about two. Then I jumped, bare chested, into the "pit" and got right back into the rhythm of digging and pulling through the web of tree roots that had grown into it. Well, I cleared a large enough area along the wall (where the plastic "weather barrier" was placed and I saw that the roots had actually grown under and back through the barrier putting holes in it (hence the reason for the moisture and mold). I kept up the same pace filling the wheel barrow and shuttling it down and back up the hill towards the compost pile for a good long while until I could hardly hold the shovel or grip the handles on the wheel barrow any longer (plus the sun was starting to dip down). I took off my work gloves and looked at the blisters on my hands and could only smile. I had no idea that I had been at it for so long, and when I came back inside it was past seven! . And then I saw my back in the mirror when I went to wash off all the sweat and filth. A bright crimson glow was reflecting off of my burned back and shoulders. Oh man, I am an idiot. I wanted to get a little sun, not a freeking solar radiation burn. Damn UV rays went right through the tree canopy and scorched my white ass. I'm feeling ok now, but I know I'm going to be a raving lunatic by tomorrow (I'm not looking foreward to it) My skin gets so irritated and itchy when I get sunburned, I should be declared temporarily insane while I go through the whole *itch*... *itch*... *itch*... *itch*itch*itch*itch*itch*itch*itch*itch* god-please-make-it-stop-before-I-fucking-kill-something! faze (oh, and I do try like the dickens not to itch the itch, because it only makes it itch worse). And before you tell me to use a topical treatment like aloe or hydrocortisone cream or anything else like that, sorry it won't work for me (it only makes me itch worse). About the only thing that has worked for me in the past is to get completely drunk. Once I get to that "Heeey! I'm fuggin'vincible" *hick-up* phase, everything is all right, I'll just have to keep drinking fluids to flush the toxic and diuretic effects of the alcohol and to keep my skin hydrated. Sorry bladder, sorry brain cells, but it must be done! To bad I work for the next 3 days! I'll have to settle for the evenings I guess. (Anyone got the time to put up with a raving loonie for the next couple of nights?)

Well, it I just took my final for a class I've failed at twice before. 3rd time's the charm, right? I probably would have done better on the final if I wasn't sick right now. I've got a nasty cold (or maybe allergies?) complete with sinus and chest congestion (yummy - phlegm!!! ) Anyways, my nose decided to start leaking like a siv and I had to leave right after starting the test to try to clear my sinuses (and bring back a snot-rag). I must have been sniffling through the entire test, stopping to wipe my nose every 10 seconds. I ended up completely soaking my snot-rag before time ran out, unfortunately I didn't get to finish every question. It's ok though since this class was pass or fail. I had to get 6 out of 25 to pass, so I'm sure I'm passed. It just sucks being sick, I wake up with a headache that last all day while I get to get to cough up some disgusting goo and my head springs a leak alternating from nostril to nostril until I finally fall asleep. Wake up, repeat... I can't wait till it goes away. Maybe I can get my boss at work sick first though .

Ooh, look at this gem I found:

My brother say's I need to update my journal because he's tired of looking at fish. Fine, you happy now?


I'm feeling crowded, I need to put some space between me, myself and I.

OH JOY! I'm goin' fishing, I'm goin' fishing! Ok, so it's not for everyone, but you shouldn't knock it till you try it. No, I'm not a nasty bait fisher (so no master-baiter jokes you!) Only fly fishing for me (unless I'm on the ocean.) Hopefully I'll be going to northern New Mexico/ southern Colorado for about a week! I can't wait. I may have to quit my job to go, but it'll be so worth it. Besides, I can't stand my boss, so it's kind of an incentive to leave. Plus you can't beat the peace and quiet with all that fresh air (I'm from So. Cal, so this is really something I don't get very much of )

FISHING! FISHING! FISHING! FISHING! FISHING! FISHING!

I just turned 29. How about that? Ho hum.



Gee, thanks Felix, I hope so too.

Ok, so I'm trying real hard to not feel sorry for myself, but I'm afraid that I'm losing this battle. I keep trying to remind myself to focus on the positive instead of the negative, afterall things really could be alot worse! So why do I feel so glum? Well, it has to do with how boring and mundane my life is right now. I've let nearly every social circle in my life slowly slip away (my fault), I'm unhappy with my job, schools not panning out (again, my fault), and I have a complete lack of direction. Rather than just bury myself under the weight of "shoulds" ('Cause "should"ing all over yourself just ain't no fun), I'd like to find some other "positive motivation". Ok, maybe I should work off some of this excess "boredom" with a bike ride (hey, it's never too late as long as you can see - or if you are strong with the force ). My bike's been in the shop for about a week now, so I guess that's not an option (lacky employees like me get the bottom of the barrel for service... Thanks "team" :jackass: <--this should be a "smiley") Sometimes people tell me I need a girlfriend. I laugh and tell em that's a pretty tall order (no seriously, if you're pretty and tall, I take your order! ). Ok, enough I know that was corny, but hey, I'm a corny guy. Well, maybe I'd be a little more "available" if I didn't make myself so unavailable (thanks life). Sigh. It always seems that I meet someone who make me think, "Wow! Man! Woo-man! She's a knockout, and she's got brains too! !!!BRAINS!!! (I come from an area where most people - both sexes - are mentally deficient: America , Just Kidding, although there are alot of dumb people in my town).

And then I meet her husband or boyfriend.

Story of my life.

Ok, so I'm just like anyother guy, I like things that catch my eye. "Ooh! Ooh! A whirly-copter-thingy! Oooh! Shiney metal object!" (insert tool, automobile, bike, etc. here) and of course "Boobies!" -Just being honest.

But after awhile, that luster is bound to fade, so there has to be something more for me, something that I find more stimulating than looks alone. Intellect. Yep, I said it. Intelligence is the worlds biggest turn-on. Smart girls are sexy. As long as she's not afraid to show her smarts, I'll always find something to love about her. Simple as that. So where the hell is she? (Oh, right, working a job, going to school, trying to make ends meet, wondering where "Mr. Right" is...)

Wow, talk about an exercise in futility... (Kind of reminds me of a Woody Allen movie - .Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex* *But Were Afraid To Ask. It was pretty a pretty corny movie spoofing a book by the same name. Despite it's cornyness, it had it's "mamorable" *ahem* memorable moments (especially for a kid) like being chased by giant boobs and a scene depicting men in white suits with parachutes preparing for the big leap (representing sperm) with Woody (typically being neurotic) not wanting to go. Anyways, this pic made me laugh and took me back to this silly memory.

Here's an all time favorite of mine (and my Brother's too I think). It's kind of timely too even if it was recorded over 20 years ago (1984 to be exact, hmm... )

We're Mad by The TOY DOLLS!!! Oi!

Insanity is everywhere,
It's a pity it's everywhere we go... we're mad John,
Sirens are wailing everywhere,
Wars underway...

Down comes a bomb from the sky to the ground,
The score's two one it's the enemy's round,
But we'll all be dead coz the whole world's gone...
HELLBOUND!

[Chorus:]
We're Mad... ca ca ca crazee,
We're Mad... la la la looneys too,
We're Mad... ca ca ca crazee,
Ca ca ca crazee now... Lookout!

Ten thousand soldiers everywhere,
Guns on their shoulders everywhere they go... they're mad John!
Always a battle everywhere,
Madness again Hey!

The wives back home looking after baby,
Cry when they see that on the T.V.
Their love's been shot, but tonight they made,
HISTORY...

[Chorus]

Down comes a bomb from the sky to the ground,
The score's two one it's the enemy's round,
But we'll all be dead coz the whole world's gone...
HELLBOUND!

[Chorus]

We are mad it's clear again, that it will always be the same,
It's a fact but really is a shame, that we're Mad Mad Mad Mad
Mad Mad Mad Mad.............

Finally. (I just figured out how to post a new journal entry. I must have been lucky before...) Well, another end to a perfectly terrible week... On a good note, I made it out for another night-time excursion to Vail, only this time we went up the wrong "trail". Lots of time and energy wasted trying to ride up a sandy wash, I mean "trail". It was cool though, since I got to ride and there were some crazy "woops" and berms to coast through. -Side note on the "woops", they should be called whoops, as in whoops I just lost the trail... I had some vertigo issues for some reason and found the horizon and slope were always somewhere other than where I believed them to be. Crashing on a slalom-style descent when you think you're going along a level surface is really wierd. It happened to me a couple of times and I was really disoriented when I tried standing up straight, only to have gravity pull me forward instead of downward. I had one really good flight through the air and landed on my back with my bike in front of me, only facing the opposite direction... I had a really good laugh about that one. That's when I learned I had good "crashing mojo" from my riding buddy Psycho Dave. Apparently, that means that I go really big when I crash and I do it with major style (and laugh about it too). Funny, I only thought you got major "props" for crashing when you were in a Props video mag (For BMXers).

Well I managed to do it so far, I haven't been late a single day for fear of being canned. That doesn't mean I still want to work there. I'm really getting tired of my boss' shit... I really should just go and join the Foreign Legion and be done with it all. I'm sure I'd make a good "B" Team Leader...

Now for the crap. [Warning: excessive geekiness follows...]

Another (nearly) sleepless night... Last night I thought it would be really cool to integrate some new software into my laptop so I could easily manage files, contacts, etc. on my new mobile phone. After setting up the bluetooth port settings for the new program, I pressed the big, jolly, candy-like button...

And just about shit my pants. My computer screen instantly ended all programs and exited the OS rather abruptly and I was slammed with "THE BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH" [echo, echo, echo] Yes, that's right, I'm royally fucked. In case you've been lucky enough to avoid seeing this terrible image, then you know it can mean virtual death sentance for your computer. These STOP instances are supposed to "prevent" a critical event from occuring, instead they just make you sick... After a reboot, I got a nice hanging Windows XP logo (taunting me) for eternity. The process for troubleshooting a "BSOD" is like opening Pandoras Box. First, you have to try to get the computer to repeat the message again (better have the antacid at the ready), so you can find out what the error hex decimal code was. Then you find out it could be any number of things that caused the failure to occur. A virus, failing hard drive (NOOOO!), failing memory, other failing hardware, a device setting, etc. etc. etc... You need a computer geek's geek to figure it out. I tried doing a windows repair, but the Windows CD won't re-install, much less locate the friggin' hard drive. Some RAID settings need to be adjusted and disabled in BIOS, so its off to tampering with things better left untampered... To make a long story a little less long, I spent the last two days (nights) trying to fix and repair. Worst case scenario, my computer is dying, best case scenario, my computer is sick... I guess I need a computer doctor/ wizard to patch it up. Well its late again and I'm ready to throw my computer out with the garbage, so I better get some sleep before I do it (that and I have to be at work in less than 6 hours - no rest for the weary, bleary-eyed slaves). Eric signing off from a surrogate computer. Over and out! #%@&!!!! OH MY GOD. I just figured it out. I just put an apple sticker on the caselid of my (windows) computer the night it died. Bill Gates put in a self-destruct mechanism that triggers when somone tries to switch to mac (but maybe that's not such a bad idea afterall...)