Oh My God! I am so Bored!

I hate waiting on others. Two huge... I mean huge projects or more like ISSUES are rolling down the pipeline and although I am not the owners of these cancers but I am the saviour by grace of being the only developer on-site. SO here I sit having cleared my day to work on their problems in a futile attempt to make everyone in the Multiverse happy but no data or confirmation. I can't part water or turn water into Mountain Dew until someone gives me the raw datrrrr to work with so I changed my auto insurance to Louisiana, inquired about home owner insurance, ran the back up tapes, coordinated a company wide email to notify the masses of free lunch tomorrow, and updated my Neopets. Yes, I am 31 years old and I am a recreational Neopet player, KISS ME FURRY ASS. Oh and for your information, I don't have to put a suit on to be FURRY.

But I still haven't started either one of these high priority missions and I am getting anxious. DONT WASTE MY TIME! Oh, I did get bored and print out the listing (aka dah source code) for my security asp application and go line by line trying to uncork whatever mistake I had made. Who knew that you can't debug asp real-time? I suck at his web shit. (I guess I better learn aspx and brush up on xml before I get left behind.) Anyways I found the error and felt like I was back in college.

Alright, Sissy is at the library harvesting resources for her around-the-corner thesis with her eccentric, bubble butt, ultra-feminist lamprey. I must say if there is one friend of my sweets that I would love to collar and flog, this would be the one. Not cuz I dislike her but cuz I would get supreme gratification with putting a thatch work of angry red welts across her naked booty.

Good Travels to those heading from Terrace, to Kelowna, and from Red Stick,
Happy Spankings

ps. Don't mix Grumpy with Horny

Decisions

I am trying to figure out or more correctly, Decide. On whether or not to continue journaling to blogger or to jump ship back to LJ. My Red is on LJ and I too was on that forum but I had to find another medium for my musing when my ex started sniffing around my buddy list and such. I am rather ambiguous on here as I don't believe more than one other soul actually reads my daily or bi weekly thoughts.

I have a busy day of riding, servicing the truck(and no not on my knees), shaving, cleaning the truck, getting the newly bayou plated car inspected so it is street legal.

Red is out and about in San Antonio with her two running buddies. Last phone call they were into their fifth shot of Tequila. Should be interesting. She will have fun. I can't wait to hear the stories that are generated before this night is over.

Good travels and safe drinking
Still Bachelor 42

Where has the list gone?

You may ask yourself. Self, where has the cool list for the Canadian vacation gone? Well my mind has been sidetracked with a rather heavy work load at you guessed it, work. Hate when that happens. And the incredible, invisible stress that comes with buying a new home. I am washed over with trepidation. Should I buy? Am I wanting too much. Is the note and residence going to sap away my nomadic spirit?

Do I actually have any nomadic spirit left to sap? Jealousy. I can't believe when I was dropping Red off at the port that I got jealous of the other passengers. Three couples going to Cozumel (not my flavour of tea) and another was going to Costa Rica. I wanted to drop to my knees and scream why couldn't have I married a balding lawyer who could whisk me away to far off exotic and erotic resorts. Ok I am not a resort dude but you get the idea. I don't have penis envy, I have disposiable income envy.

Good travels to all and extra kudos to those that aren't filthy rich but still living the wanderlust ways.

I need to buy a lottery ticket because I sure as hell am not going to come about this the honest way.