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I wrote this a few years ago, but I never really showed it to anyone... so, guess what all of you are the firsts... It's about vd... uh, valentines day. They walked in pairs, locked in each other's grasp. When they stopped it was only to look into their partner's eyes. Bouquets and candy were delivered all day; thorns and sugar to show their love. The showroom was unusually busy this Valentine's Day, what with the rain and the love, people were tripping over their own feet to find that special love trinket. Jake hung to the middle of the shop eyeing the customer's looking for his Mr. Right, Lorraine plied her wares via the phone at the front and Mia sat in the back munching the last of the candy, dreaming of the prince preparing to sweep her away. Each a single with no special plans. Lorraine had a guy that she spent time with, but they were "best friends!!!" Working and going home were the thoughts that clouded their minds; drinking, laughing and eating floated on the fringe. The hours crept by as young lovers skipped around the floor. Lorraine pointed out couples ingaged in PDA and Jake smiled when the occasional male couple would hold hands. There were no boundaries on the 14th, and what few existed were trampled over by nightfall. Jake regretted agreeing to stay an extra hour, not because of any hot prospect he had waiting for him, but the thought of saying, "Have a great evening..." one more time repulsed him. He hated Valentine's Day, in or out of a relationship. Searching for or selling trinkets of affection degraded him. To take time out and buy their love was heart wrenching, if they didn't love you by that time, forget it. On the way home, away from the hangers-on. Jake had time to himself. The people around him were outsiders, other tourists going home on line 16. As the night wore on, it was occupied by single people in search of the scent-free candle or non-slip bathroom rug. People alone, living alone, shopping alone. And as Jake thought of those poor unfortunate souls, he realized he had become one.
Valentines Day for the single computer geek Yes, boys and girls... it's true, I am a computer geek, because from the moment I wake up till the moment I go to sleep this damn computer is on. Today, to me is like every other day. I awoke at 7:15 to the naselly voice of someone on my answering machine calling for Vanessa, she called twice. (note to self: change machine message.) There were three dove hearts on my nightstand, courtesy of my mommie, who even though I am 36, I will always be her little boy. I walked into the kitchen to get my coffee, when I noticed that pops had made Eggs Benedict (dad was a devotee of Julia Child in the early 80's he can make anything delicious.) And, what lies before me is the remains of said breakfast, with a little of the sauce. However, there are no more english muffins and the sauce is cold. So, I make White Trash Eggs Benedick. I take to slices of the only bread we have in the house, this sunflower seed wheat bread(we try to be healthy) and toast it. Put the eggs in the microwave dish that poaches them, but not sure how long to do it, so I do 2 mins. Meanwhile, I am heating up the yellow sauce. 2 mins wasn't enough, so another 2 should do it. The sauce doesnt look the way it should, so I take it off the burner, the microwave dings done, and the toast pops up. I lay the toast on the plate, scoop out the runny eggs and plop the curdled yellow mixture on the toast. I realize this is the beginning of a glorious Valentines Day! Might I suggest a great movie of phenominal love? Run Lola Run, has got to be the best movie I have seen in a long time. With an amazing soundtrack that keeps your heart beating, and WOW, I just don't want to give it away. It's german with yellow subtitles. The other movie I am planning on watching today, is Goya in Bordeaux. It's beautiful so far. Is it just me, or sometimes while watching a foreign film, it's as though, you start understanding the film, without the use of subtitles? Ok, gotta go and do laundry, shower, and do some productive things. And, thank you oh mighty book gods, for giving me this day off, so I don't have to vomit at the sight of lovers arm in arm, asking for copies of the karma sutra and practically having sex in front of me.
HANNIBAL? (SPOILER) hated it... the best thing about the damn movie, was the opening titles. Julianne Moore was great, but then she's great in everything. Anthony Hopkins was scary in that "I'm a serial killer, and I'm gonna eat your brains" sorta way. Gary Oldman as Mason Verger, well I didn't realize it was him, but I still saw his lip under the makeup. I think that he was more scary in the book, because my mind made him out to look soooo gross. Although, I have to admit... After the first look, I stopped eating my popcorn. I have to admit I hated the book, especially the ending, but I would always find someone and read a passage, because it was so gross. Usually, during lunch. So, my review? See it, because you know you want to. But, if you have the patience, wait till it comes out on video, because it's not really the wonder that Silence of the Lambs was.
ok, while I still have this a little fresh in my mind, I shall tell you of my glorious, strength-draining day at work yesterday. Please excuse any typing errors I may have, because my fingers are numb, it's raining and cold, and I can't bring myself to shut the window. I had a huge floor move to do, which meant removing four bays of books onto carts and building a veritable mountain of books at the computer terminal. Sliding down, three bays of books to replace the removed works; removing 6 bays of books from across the row to the empty shelves on the wall. Finally, I took the books that had been blocking the computer on the empty shelves. This started at 7am and I was finished around 2, with an hour lunch in between and at 9am, with a bevy of books sprawled around the floor, the new DM said the most inane thing. I'm hoping Joe will put out the papers. She didnt ask me to do it, she didnt tell me to do it, she gave me the guilt that if I didnt do it, I dashed her hopes. What the fuck is that? I think on top of the fact that I was doing this monumental task, it was also my 6th day in a row. And, today was to be my 7th... but I finagled the day off. Now, at 9am the store opens, and it's pretty quiet, and I'm getting my job done, after taking 20 mins out to do the damn papers, what I dont get is why she couldnt do it. The scariest thing from the day was this amazonian woman, who scared the hell out of me. She fuckin towered over me, there she was in PINK. You know some people shouldn't wear pink. When I was fatter than hell... I mean, fatter than I am now... I remember I use to wear this day glow Yellow shirt. Thought I looked cool. Then, I saw pictures of me, and bam.. it hit me... looked like a fuckin parachute dropped on me. And, this woman looked like she was had walked under a spout of pepto bismol. She had the gall to go to the cash register and complain to D. that I didnt know anything. HELLO! I DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING? I dont want to sound egotistical, but I'm the guy who finds that book that you cant remember the title or author or both of, but you saw it on the front table and it was purple. D. told me the amazonian's hand was bigger than her head. Just scary. Now, that I have literally gone to the world of blabber... I am relaxing in my day off, the rain dripping, and Perry Mason in the background. I am planning on going to the movies, to see Hannibal... knowing how the book ends, but willing to see it for the sake of Moore.
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ok, now here I am naked in just a towel... didnt want you all to think that I wasnt thinking of you thinking of me... laughs see ya'll later...
woohoo... I'm a neilsen family. Well, I don't get the exciting box on my tv set... but, I get to fill out this diary thing, and damn, I watch a lot of tv. Funny thing is I don't always watch the regular channels. the last three hours my tv has been on channel 56, watching Perry Mason, Matlock and now Perry Mason again. And, I have to tape Survivor, I'm suck a geek... I'm really hoping they get rid of either the jerri chick, or that kimmi chick... but, I'm thinking its either gonna be that jeff guy... and, I am 2700th place in fantasy outback, but it's so fun... I love that show, and don't feel dumb coming into work.... asking everyone if they thought the person kicked off was who they expected. Well, as much as I want to write on here... I have to hop in the shower... no, kids... not naked yet... but soon.
seems like everyone's having one of those weeks. Not one single person has written in their pitas, or blog since like the 31st. I hope everyone is well, damn this 2001 year, all I can share with all of you is that 2.5.1 came this morning and I wasn't struck dead. I am 36 and feel the same as I did yesterday. Was carded again Friday night, the guy thinking I looked 24-25, so... remember kiddies, sometimes overeating, drinking too much, indulging in carnal desires, experimenting with drugs and looking at life as though it were your playground can work out for the best. I suppose my life's advice is to enjoy your life the best you can, care for yourself, love yourself when you need to, and the rest of the time like yourself. Be nice when you need to be, and never hold in your anger. If you are a smutty person, be smutty as long as you don't hurt anyone int the process. Be yourself, no matter what anyone else says. And just have fun. You are here for yourself, not for anyone else. Thanks everyone for being my friends, for listening to me whine. And, those of you lucky enough to hear me moan, well... where the hell are you? smiles Please guys, try to tell me what's up with your lives, I really miss reading about everyone.
so, people still come here, even though I said I wasn't gonna babble anymore. There just hasn't been anything too great happening in my life that I felt the need to babble, and nothing so odd that I thought you'd want to know what went on in the life of joe petty. Ok, so... this has been the week. On Tuesday, I went to California Adventure, the new resort portion of Disneyland. I mean, why call a park California Adventure in California? It was ok, for the price. I got the ticket for free. I mean, don't get me wrong, I had a screaming great time on the Roller Coaster. If you go... you gotta sit in the last row, because it just whips you over the top. The Ferris Wheel, was amazing, because it has these swingy cages that swing you out into oblivion and you dont know when you'll stop. There's nothing to hold onto, so Dez was clinging to me as we screamed. The poor 4-year-old across from us had this deathstare gaze on her face. I swear, we were freaking out so much, that I thought she'd die of our fright. Ok, when you try to picture what I sound like... position your dvd copy of 5th Element to the scene at Phloston Paradise, when Chris Tucker and Bruce Willis are sliding across the floor under the pool table. The ear shattering scream of Chris Tucker was what was shooting out of my throat. The River Rapid doohicky, with that Rock sculpture that we were told was a grizzly bear, but up close and actually far away, sorta looks like a wolf. Was great. The first time we rode it with an older couple... yeah, I know... older than even me. But, it wasnt that much fun, wet... but not great, even with the spectacular drop at the end. However, when we talked Claudia into going on it again around 5ish. We had the three guys, three construction-sounding guys... you know, who left work to go to disneyland, and ended up in California. Needless to say, with their body weight, and my added size... whoa, we were soaked... and laughing hysterically. oh, and then there were the swings... I hated these as a kid, I remember even throwing up on them once. But, I figured if I survived the ferris wheel of death, I could swing in a bumble bee butt, for a few mins... it was awesome... ok, just imagine this... here I am this tall, red headed, guy... jumping around like a 5-year-old. When we entered the park... the woman said, how are you today? and I said. 5. The only good thing about the Hollywood portion, was the chick who was Cruella DeVille. I have a picture of me on bended knee kissing her hand. Although, I have another one of me polishing her spiked boots. OMG... When I was bending down on my knee she said, I have a spot on my boots, clean it. I looked up at her and said, "Do you want me to lick it off, because this is a family park." She grinned and said, "No, just wipe it!" God, I think I got a stiffy from that... We didn't get a chance to go on the Soaring over California, the line at one point was 200 minutes long, and they werent handing out fastpasses anymore. But, these guys in line for the roller coaster said it wasnt that great. That you could get the same effect from stacking 6 phone books, putting a chair on it, a fan in front of you, turn the channel on your tv set to the discovery channel and have a friend stand behind you... jiggling your chair a little side to side. All in all, I suppose we had a great time.
ok, so I just had to say something. Today was the oddest day at work. First, about 4:30 it starts pouring rain, but the oddest thing was on the other side of the parking lot it was sunny. The night just got weirder from there. ok, so it was sooooo crowded. I don't know who said it was ok to go to a book store and sprawl in the aisle, so you can do your homework, but it's just not right. Then, we had a family gambling at one of the tables... another grown couple on the floor under one of the display tables, and an asian girl with her top up over her head, and her boyfriend feeling her up. right there in the sexuality aisle. It just got to the point where I told the boss, I couldnt work in my section of the store, because I'd start kicking people. I swear, if you have to go to the bookstore to read a stack of magazines, why not stay at home and do it? If you feel the need to take every book from the how to raise a dog section, DONT! I don't know where you grew up, but my mommy told me not to stand on bookshelves to get a book, because you could fall, and worse, the shelf could break. If you are fat and you think it's ok to sprawl in the aisle and block the entire Grisham section, because you need to read his most recent book. Buy, the damn thing and read it on the bus ride home. I don't care if you think you are sexy. You aren't when you sit in the chair with your smelly shoes off with your sweaty feet propped on that issue of YM Prom, I can't imagine who'd take you to prom. If you think it's ok to sit on the stack of books, think again... do you think that someone really wants to buy the book that your wet butt just sat on? Are you so stupid, that you dont realize that coffee seaps through those stupid cups? See, that book you just put back? And, you took the one without the coffee rings? yeah, pick up that damn cup and hold it in your hand, if you had to have it so bad. What kind of bad parents are you? Letting your wild brats run through the store. Is this a fucking playground? I don't think so. And, on the subject of your screaming brats... if your child thinks its cute that he kicked that book across the floor, maybe you should get him started in soccer instead of book destruction. And, mam, the last time I checked that chair that you fat butt is squeezed into, was built for a 4 year old, not your saggy 35 year old ass. So, this is what my night consisted of, girlfriends sprawled in their boyfriends arms... loud ass kids crying and screaming, couples making out... and me being, well... icq me and I'll tell you what I was being. So, I think I'll let this place be my spot for vents about work and general life. And, my password protected thing will be for the more seedy side of my mind. IT's in the process of being put together, I'll keep you in touch.
Well, I have run into a little problem with this site. Apparently, something got back to my mom, and life is hell in the petty household. So, for now it looks like I wont be babbling. If you want to hear from me, then email me. If I decide to get another pita I will, but for now... the babble has run dry. Thanks for the support in the past. Have a great life all of you. |