I saw a cop with an elaborate and very colorful Japanese sleeve. I sat there wondering what the story was on that. Initial impressions of him, his slightly greying hair, aviator sunglasses, trite, almost ironic mustache didn’t really scream “I sport an elaborate and very pretty tattoo that covers most of my arm”. This wasn’t an old tattoo, it was very very new, in fact from what I could see, it was still in progress.
Of course it was hard to pay attention to him when all the action was taking place around the insanely drunk or stoned individual passed out on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant where I was having lunch.
I’ve seen many a drunk-rousts in my time, and I’m always a little surprised by how callous and rough they are. Of course I understand that when someone over indulges in such a manner that they are immobilized on the sidewalk on a bright thursday morning you aren’t exactly inclined to hold their head while they sip water. The paramedics were doing some sort of digging the knuckles into the sternum and shaking business as the cops searched the guy’s back pack for clues to what might have induced such a reaction.
Speaking of lunch, Alan called me up and invited me to lunch. A pleasant surprise on a day when my crankiness level actually caused me to get pissed and snap at my boss. I never do this and I think he was as surprised as I was. Later he called me passive aggressive and I told him I could become overtly aggressive if he kept pushing me.
I’ll be taking a day or two off in the near future.
I like the flavor combination of drinking an americano and eating a banana. The coffee makes the banana taste more banana-y. or something. I don’t know. The coffee, the banana, it’s like a taste carnival.
The inspector didn’t buy my unsubstantiated story that there was nothing wrong with the chimney. Fuck all.
Actually, I can pinpoint today’s crankinesss to the inspector and the chimney issue. Today would have been as beautiful as yesterday but it started with a giant rock tumbling back into the pit of my stomach.
So instead of dwelling on the nebulous anxiety of THE HOUSE and all its issues both physical and emotional, let’s dwell on how much fun it is to hang with the dudes.
peep out

I have this coworker. He’s an asshole. He is NOT the guy I despise and hate, that’s a different guy in my department. Mr asshole is generally an okay guy but he has these really assholish tendencies that occasionally force us to look at him and say “Stop being such a prick!”.
Actually, I’m the only one who says ‘prick’ and ‘asshole’, everyone else tries to be more diplomatic about it.
He broke up with his girlfriend of a couple of years about 6 or 8 weeks ago and things have gotten quite a bit worse since then. Obviously, we understand that people get cranky and stressed and pissed off during a time like this, but he’s reached the end of his grace period. He’s spent the last few weeks trying to pick fights with people and that’s not cool. It’s especially not cool to try to pick fights with me.
His other issue is that he complains incessantly about his ex. Now, granted, this is no different from when they were together, he complained about her incessantly then and I was always telling him to break up with her so they could both be happy. Now that they have broken up I get to hear all about how he’s POSITIVE she’s dating again. He’s just positive and don’t I think there’s something wrong with that? Don’t I think it’s weird that she’s dating already??
Actually, no, I don’t think it’s weird. I think nothing gets the nasty aftertaste of the end of a bad relationship out of your mouth like a good blow job, but that’s just my opinion. More importantly, it’s none of his business. They’re not together anymore, she’s not beholden to him, she owes him nothing and he needs to let this go. This isn’t a trial seperation or just some time apart, their relationship has ended. They are both free to embark on whatever adventures they choose.
He’s a little obsessed about this.
The other thing, though, is that he just needs some friends. Even he’s admitted he doesn’t really have any friends. There’s no one he knows that he wants to hang out with. I told him to go make friends, but I don’t really know how one goes about making friends. I can think about each and every one of my friends and I can think about how we came to know each other and how we came to be friends. Every case is different. I honestly don’t know how one goes about making friends. I have a pile of friends in varying degrees of closeness and each one feels like a completely special circumstance. Perhaps that’s why I hold my friends so dearly, because I see each one as coming from some completely special moment?
Anyway, how does one go about making friends? How do you meet people to turn into your friends? Keeping the friends is going to be a much different task for him, but we’ll go in baby steps here.

Yeah so I wrote this long thing about how crazy people were a lot like bumble balls. It amused the hell out of me but it was rather obscure. Crazy people. Bumble Balls. I think it was foretold in the scriptures or something.
Let’s see…
Same old crap, I hate the weather, I’m busy with house things, the dog is cute and handsome and doglike. I don’t sleep enough, work is stupid busy.
blah blah blah.
Dena and Levi are coming over to help pack tomorrow and I am torn between making something for dinner or picking something up. Needs to be vegan. I can easily cook vegan, but I want to spend as much time as possible packing.
Anyone want to be a whip crackin motivator and help me pack? I’ll make/buy you dinner and give you beer.

When you write about the centipede in your kitchen and you are trying to find a link about it you end up seeing shit like this. This is why I never ever sleep.