Turning from my last post, once wrote about this mouse in my house. Bugger wouldn't die. Just disappeared one day so figured some poison or cat got him.

Fast forward to last week, when I left my pad decked out in a full suit. Forgot something so I turned around and ended up face-to-face with a mouse. We stared at each other for a second, all high noon-like, 'fore it turned and zipped inna my pad.

Ran after it, dropping my briefcase. It flew into the bathroom so I did the same, slamming the door behind me to trap us both. Grabbing the metal wastebin in there, brought it down on it over and over again, missing each time. Neighbors musta thought I was clear starkers.

Fast buggers, they are.

Finally thought I got it but turns out the dents in the can gave it a second chance; when I lifted it, expecting to find the past-present form of mouse, it sprang away.

So did I, leaping four feet back like a ten-year old girl doing double-dutch. Course, my bathroom's only three feet wide so ended up smashing in my cabinet door.

Deep breath, flipped the can around and slammed it down one last time. Poor bastard, the last thing it ever saw was some crazed Asian-dude in a brown suit bringing down a dented silver metal can on it.

To say that it was a bloody mess's not taking any literary license, lemme tell you.

Dunno how people that kill things regularly, like farmers, do it. Then again, they're probably not wearing a sweat-soaked three-piece using a dustbin. Maybe they are; what do I know?

Sorry little guy, didn't wanna, but hadta.


In other news: my bathroom floor's spotless, I've decided I wouldn't last in the wild; and I still hate AT&T.

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• When you make a salad, do not put in olives that have pits in them.
• If you do make a salad that has olives with pits in them, do not serve at a dinner party.
• If you do make a salad that has olives with pits in them, and must serve said salad at a dinner party, let your guests know about the aforementioned pits.

You can say:


Won't belabour the point but y'know what happens when you don't?

One bleeding guest, one shattered tooth, four tabs of vicodin, one shot of some painful painkiller, 500mg of naproxen, three shots of lidocaine, three shots of novocaine, four tabs of sleeping pills, $3,000 of tooth damage, two visits to the dentist (with another nine to go), one root canal, and more drugs.

Lots and lots of drugs. And lots of oatmeal. In fact, all the oatmeal one could eat.

In short, it was...wait for it...the pits.

However, Heartgirl did get to meet my mother and speak to my brother - although the circumstances were less than ideal. So that was my weekend, how was yours?


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I almost accidentally killed myself this Christmas.

See, I spent the weekend moving stuff into my new office and wrestled on Saturday. My neck was killing me. So, at the rents, I popped about four tabs of naproxen. Then at night, I took about four tabs of Tylenol PM. I woke up the next morning and popped two more tabs of naproxen cause my neck was still busted.

BUT it turns out my mom actually ran out of naproxen and put Tylenol into the naproxen bottle for reasons she doesn't remember. So I took 5000mg ((4+4+2)*500mg) of Tylenol within six hours - a potentially lethal dose. Luckily, my brother realized this before I took any more.

Man, I'm my own worst enemy.

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Fiona and I aren't right for each other. It's not her fault - as usual, it's mostly me. My hands shake so much that I'm only able to use about 10% of my night shots. She's already gone.

I need another camera with an anti-shake feature like this, but fast. The pictures I take remind me that the things I write about really happened.

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I'm watching The War with my father and brother. Crazy isn't it? To see how close we are to angels and animals at the same time. I forgot to breathe more than a few times.

Seems like some things never change.

Dunno why, but I find it appropriate for the holidays.

Music: always in a fight cuz I can't do nothin right
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Music: That pretty red dress
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Really.

YAAARRRRRG!!


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Camera Obscura - the drummer was smoking like a chimney.

Baltimore was nice. Coming home was nicer. This time around, there was silverware. Sorta.

I was in the Baltimore Penn Station and I remembered being there a year ago asking my brother what I should do when I got home. He reminded me of something:

You're 33. How can someone that you've been with for four years define you? What'd you do before her?

I told him the same thing once before.

I'm troubled again, but this time, for totally different reasons.

I was going to make a peanut butter and marmalade sandwich but instead had a rendezvous with a single-barrel, seven-year rum. No oranges.

This week is going to be very unpleasant but I just told someone here that life has it's highs and lows. Life's like that.

I'm ready for some more highs.

Music: I'm a stupid little thing
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10:59:23 PM

Saturday night, I went out to see a band play in Brooklyn, which ended up being hella fun. Of course, I had to up and ruin the night for myself.

Everything was going fine until we hopped a cab back into the City and ended up at a pizza joint downtown. I sitting to the side and when this very attractive blond comes in and sits down next to me. I'm not sure how we started talking but I find out that she's from Florida, works with on a network program and is recently divorced. I somehow got her to also trade driver's licenses with me and I realize that she's six years younger than me. And divorced! Crazy.

We're chatting a bit more and then she tells me that she's going to eat more pizza. I scoff and tell her that women always think they can eat a lot but they never can, to which she tells me, "I can eat you under the table." She goes and gets another slice and it's just then my friends decide to leave. When she gets back, I've got my jacket on. Here's the rest of the conversation:

Her: Oh, you're leaving?
Me: Yeah, my friends are going.
Her: Do you go everywhere your friends go?
Me (wait for it): Well, we're catching a cab uptown so, yes.

*sigh*

I did take down her number and I'm debating if it's worth calling her at this point.

Oh who am I kidding - I'm calling...

11:46:58 PM

20061024 UPDATE - Check that; I've lost her number.

I'm my own worst enemy.

Music: the colors mix together to grey and it breaks her heart
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