Damnation

Well, it's been awhile since my last entry. I blame it on my inability to do anything but work these past few days. I would do a day by day update, but... fuck it. Let's put it this way:
Des Plaines Flood: Major Disappointment.
I was cranked and ready to roll, man. It was great that the flood didn't hit, and that everyone was saved, and all the blah, but damnit! I wanted a fuckin' fight! I got everything all lined up for nothing! Ah well. Que ceria.

Becca was suppoused to come over tonight to make up for the Monday that she missed last week, and the week that I spent in Des Plaines, but it turns out she has Strep Throat. Bummer. The worst part is, she's apologizing for getting sick. It's like, don't worry about it babe. Ya know, ya can't help that shit, it happens, and you deal, thats all. However, I can't say I wasn't disappointed, since I haven't seen her in 2 weeks now, and when the strep clears, it'll be 3. I offered to bring her some home-made soup, etc, but she has declined so far. Oh well. I'll just have to stare at the wall and pound my pud... sounds like a typical day. Page 2.

Well, Charlie is back at Case, apparently. While I gave him a lot of digital shit for not pitching in at the flood, I'm gonna miss that douche. Have fun, Chuck, and prepare for Alco-tastic when you get back.

And speaking of douche-nozzlery, I would like to nominate Mike Clit'on for "Nozzle of the Week"^TM. First of all, I'm over at Eileen Hallagan's grad party, having a good ol' time, drinkin and jammin. Ryan Boyle gives me a ring and tells me about the party that he's throwing for his girlfriend, the lovely Jessica, at a bar in *shudder* Naperville. Alright, I say, I'll be late, seeing as I'm playing and what not. Now Boyle calls Clit'on, as would be expected, and invites him to come out. Mike, being the Nozzle de tutti Nozzle, continues to bother me for a ride... even though his car is at the party. Slow down, did I even say I had room for you in my car? You came to this party, assuming... ASSUMING... that I would simply GIVE you a ride to Naperville. Bwah? My car, for those of you who may not know, is at all times filled with music gear, empty cigarette packs, and fast-food bags, among other things. So, it turns out, I only have three seats in my car today, and I rode Greg and JR over, so... tough shit.

Oops, looks like I have run out of time. The time has come for me to split, so I'll finish this rant later... and believe me, Mike deserves the "Nozzle of the Week"^TM award. But whatever.

King Kong ain't got shit on me.