Oh lord...

I've only been blogging for one day, and already I have posted 3 times. I can see this being a horrible distraction for me at work when things get really slow. Well, at least when I'm in the office. Oh well, either the blog will be the end of me, or... well, no, it is very likely to be the end of me.

Anyway, work is really, dreadfully boring right now. I mean, even all the other "housekeeping" things I could do to keep myself busy are done. Gah.

Congratulations to Ryan Boyle on becoming an uncle...again. Adriana Lyn. What a lovely name.

Good news for all the ladies out there. Gals, you still confuse the hell out of me. It really doesn't even matter how we interact, you still all have the dubious honor of confusing the hell out of me. Now, there is no specific incident that necessarily stemmed this event, it's just a general feeling that I get when I'm trying to engage many women in conversation. Now, thats not to say all women confuse me, only most. Some women are more... manlike, I suppouse, in their conversationalist personalities. Which is good for me, being a man. It allows me to connect with them in an easier manner, and generally speaking, when I'm speaking with a guy/guy personality, I can be a lot looser with my speech, not having to constantly analyze everything for a secondary meaning. I can also use a lot more invective, firey or not, as well as sardonicisms and sarcasm. But, I guess thats just one of the main differences about women that makes them so... mystical.

Oh, speaking of women, APPARENTLY, my mother was worried that I was... well, going gay. < shrug > I found this out on Mothers Day, as Jon Robb, my mom and I were sitting on our side porch, getting schnocked on Mothers Day. I said something about Becca, whom to those out of the know, is my interest these days. Anyway, I said something about Becca, and my mother expressed relief that I wasn't... well, gay. Well, I guess relief isn't the proper word, either. We're a very open family, as far as life-style choices go, but it appeared she wouldn't be REALLY pleased if I was gay, but I'm sure she wouldn't hate me. JR stuck up for me and said the group itself didn't have any doubts. Whatever, I don't care. < shrug > I've got bigger fish to fry than worry about whether people think I'm gay or not.

I suppouse I should lay something down about Becca. She's a sweetheart, a beautiful, funny, sexy little redhead. Lord knows how the hell I convinced her to hook-up with me, but I would like to thank Rufies. (I tease, of course, I don't endorse the use of Rufies as they can make the drink taste funny. A large club is much better.) Anyway, she's koo. She's a classically-trained pianist, as well as a operatic soprano. She liked to play music, dance, work on cars, get drunk, and laugh at my stupid jokes, usually after getting drunk. I'm not sure what she's looking for as far as a relationship goes, and I'm not sure I can ask that question directly, but I figure I'll go along for the ride. Anything to spend time with her, man. But, I don't want to get all gushy on the first day of "bloggin". So I won't.

But seriously... fuck.