quick update while I am at my friend's house. the computer will be getting fixed. a new motherboard is in the mail.
feeling a little worn out. had a buddy's bachelor party last night. it was...fun. I volunteered to be the DD mainly due to a severe lack of funds...so I didn't get stupid. Given the establishment we were visiting was ALL about encouraging male stupidity...still..good times...until late. write more later.
ok. back home...took a short nap and just chilling out.
so yeah, in an attack of antisentimentalism (sentimentality? what's the right word?) I took a severe weedwhackerin' to my friends list. I was looking at it, counted it up and came to these numbers. there were 62 people on there, most more than half I had met in person at some point in the years I've been on here and just over half that number were grey...most of whom aren't coming back to the site. So I culled out the greys...even the ones who have been on that list since...wow. almost four years? deleted the ones that I haven't heard from in forever or don't really have any kind of contact with really. usually thru no fault of thier own or no less than mine own...mostly just not on the site anymore.
but those who are still active are damn sure bookmarked in case they ever reappear on the scope.
So last night was interesting and fun. A good friend that I've been in the Marines with for four years now and who helped me get my current job is getting married on St. Patrick's Day, so of course we took him out for the obligatory titties and beer bash bachelor party. well...it didn't start out that way, but after the crowd of current and former platoonmates showed up it was pretty obvious where the night was going to head. I didn't drink at all for several reasons: broke as fuck, didn't feel like getting hammered, and well...someone needs to keep these guys out of trouble.
So we ended up at a pretty good strip club as strip clubs go. Me, in my usual unfathomable way, ended up just kinda standing around just outside the circle watching everything going on. Ended up sitting across a table talking to one of the girls about Neil Jordan short stories, the Marine Corps, and her weirdo drugged out landlord. I guess that's like a...mental...conversational? lapdance? but to be honest it was certainly more fulfilling personal contact than having my astounding level of sexual frustration further tweaked. it also gets into far less trouble with the sweetie. (Hi sweetie! *waves*) ended up the driver since everyone else was more blotto than otto.
in general, I'm kinda in a waning mood at the moment. just kinda collapsed inward. wasn't really feeling carousous.
and I've loved my time in the Marines and have much fondness for the organization YET they do things to SERIOUSLY PISS ME THE FUCK OFF. Case in point:
feeling a little worn out. had a buddy's bachelor party last night. it was...fun. I volunteered to be the DD mainly due to a severe lack of funds...so I didn't get stupid. Given the establishment we were visiting was ALL about encouraging male stupidity...still..good times...until late. write more later.
ok. back home...took a short nap and just chilling out.
so yeah, in an attack of antisentimentalism (sentimentality? what's the right word?) I took a severe weedwhackerin' to my friends list. I was looking at it, counted it up and came to these numbers. there were 62 people on there, most more than half I had met in person at some point in the years I've been on here and just over half that number were grey...most of whom aren't coming back to the site. So I culled out the greys...even the ones who have been on that list since...wow. almost four years? deleted the ones that I haven't heard from in forever or don't really have any kind of contact with really. usually thru no fault of thier own or no less than mine own...mostly just not on the site anymore.
but those who are still active are damn sure bookmarked in case they ever reappear on the scope.
So last night was interesting and fun. A good friend that I've been in the Marines with for four years now and who helped me get my current job is getting married on St. Patrick's Day, so of course we took him out for the obligatory titties and beer bash bachelor party. well...it didn't start out that way, but after the crowd of current and former platoonmates showed up it was pretty obvious where the night was going to head. I didn't drink at all for several reasons: broke as fuck, didn't feel like getting hammered, and well...someone needs to keep these guys out of trouble.
So we ended up at a pretty good strip club as strip clubs go. Me, in my usual unfathomable way, ended up just kinda standing around just outside the circle watching everything going on. Ended up sitting across a table talking to one of the girls about Neil Jordan short stories, the Marine Corps, and her weirdo drugged out landlord. I guess that's like a...mental...conversational? lapdance? but to be honest it was certainly more fulfilling personal contact than having my astounding level of sexual frustration further tweaked. it also gets into far less trouble with the sweetie. (Hi sweetie! *waves*) ended up the driver since everyone else was more blotto than otto.
in general, I'm kinda in a waning mood at the moment. just kinda collapsed inward. wasn't really feeling carousous.
and I've loved my time in the Marines and have much fondness for the organization YET they do things to SERIOUSLY PISS ME THE FUCK OFF. Case in point:
other than that it's pretty much all normal. I'm still working as much as I can and waiting for it to get busy so I'll have money and not be worrying about rent at the end of the month again. and I still miss Katy. It's been way to long since we've seen each other and it sucks abominably.
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er:
hi.
zode:
Dude That's one thing about the Suck I don't miss...