November 28th, 2001


g'day lj...

man... it's a squished bus day. par, so far.

So, in case you didn't get the point... I received the greatest package in the mail yesterday!!

Posters from my buddy in Charlottesville... (and I'm wearing the shirt on Friday's werk-cam day). I'll bet I'm the only guy in this city with a 3WV "stick it and win" sticker on my car... think they'll spot me? LOL..

Today started out on a bit of a down swing...We forgot about "garbage day" so I missed a bus as I frogged around in the garage with recycle stuff and z gathered up stuff in the house... I let myself get frustrated and got nasty... This, of course, speaks volumes to me. Wednesday mornings have been taking on a decidedly skanky feel lately. For those of you playing the analysis game, you may get the implications.

Goal for the day? To improve. Always.

~ that new shirt (nip bursting silk knock off stuff) with cool pockets.
~ dk gray blue dress pants...
~ to finish a set of client documents
~ to go to a "new client" meeting (pre-sales) from like 10:15 - 11:30, so I won't be getting anywhere near my 3WV fix until lunch.
~ to find Z on the phone and appologise for being a dh.
~ to send up a balloon filled with confetti and burst it to celebrate the idea that things seemed to have worked out for ladyfire. She was in the middle of a house sale/purchase thing that was going bad... but it's all good now! (yea!)
~ to hear from this hot bean that hangs her hat in a cortez, colorado dungeon.

Rhetorical question: Do you get a boost from the bedtime wishes of your friends (lj friends) showing up in your mailbox? If I live to be a hundred I don't think I will ever be able to duplicate the kind of good vibe that some of you lay on me with notes and stuff... It's like I have a "cheep date" for an ego, big things seem to go over my head while small details put me on cloud nine and give me goose bumps. Thanks...

k, buss is getting close to my stop so I'm stopping... do you actually read all this? (beuller? beuller... anyone?)



I need to go to charlottesville and hang out in a bar to get me a "limited edition 3WV Survivor T-shirt... " hahaha...

holy schmolly it's killer bazzing cold out there today folks... my toes are frosted. damn dress shoes.


notes to self:
~ don't eat those cookies till you finish two more document...
~ stay off journal till it's cookie time
~ ginamoog is a whackjob...
~ don't go and get a coffee till it's journal time...

There ... that's a plan...

The hoo's

Ho's yer daddy...


Who's your Daddy?


Hoo's yer daddy...

Hoo ya gonna call?
A Ho! that's who.

(yes I'm breaking the rules... I'm not looking at journal though... I just heard a UVA Hooooooooo's! advert on 3WV and just had to...)


so earlier today I posted a note
I put some words in there that move emotions around
like little wooden carvings on a chess board.

I am appologising to gina (ginamoog)
for saying something that wasn't nice
~ I don't even know her.

It all brings to light a point I've made before
and I'm going to make again

Ranting is best done in the privacy of your own journal
shoving, pushing should be done to someones face.
when you play that way in someone elses journal...
you open yourself up to ridicule and argument.

If you say it to my face, I will listen
If you say it in your journal, I will respect you
If you say in someone else's journal, I just think your being nasty.
~ fair game.

However, I understand all about sticking up for your friends
and that leads to mistakes sometimes.
This is one of them. All around.
Ginamoog is most likely a nice sorta whackjob

we talked.

I will always stand by the shoulders of my friends
and face their fears and their nemesis with spirit.

nuf said...