Lichtenstein! (no, not really)

Its afternoon I'm still on my first cup of coffee and I'm rockin bedhead and bare feet. Thinking about trying to convince my cell carrier to cut me a deal on a new phone, but motivation is a tricky thing. I've researched it a bit and they seem to be pretty disinterested in retaining longtime customers. I've been with them forever and it would seem to be a good move on their part to deal, but, who knows. I don't want it for free (though I wouldn't say no), but I do want it to be competitive. Maybe a bit lower than what their competitors are offering me.
It's really a buyers market. I can get a similar phone free from the other guys. They seem to realize a two-year contract is worth a slight up front loss. I'm just going to have to see if my current company is that intuitive also. Ok, my keyboards batteries are dying and I'm triple-tapping like there's no tomorrow. Small annoyances make the world go around. Let's see, todo list for today:

1) See about new tires before the trip to Tahoe

2) Call cellphone company to see if they want to retain my business

3) See if I have enough money to get the phone AND the mp3 player

4) Get Iz the coffee (he knows...)

5) Clear up space on the hard drives ( 650 gigs isn't enough...seriously)

6) Change batteries in keyboard

7) Clean the fridge


That seems to be enough for my day off. Well I'm gonna go back to my work-in-progress, online gift shopping. Only a few more to go. Kisses (or something more masculine that proves I'm both sensitive AND secure in my sexuality)

If it means nothing at all...

It's been forever and a day since I've updated this mess. Last time I tried to connect it booted me to some crazy new version of the blog and wouldn't let me onto this humble, rambling page. Life is fine, things have changed...what else do we write about, really? I can wish I've got some fantastic reason for popping back on, but you're gonna be disappointed. I wish I'd been there to clue you in on Band of Horses or Regina Spektor when I first fell for them. To tell you about the joys of concert ticket hook-ups. Going away parties for old bros from way back when. Welcome home parties for new friends who I've traveled long distances to meet. Eternal amounts of libations. The thrill of last minute adventures and unexpected doings. Computer hell and bliss. Re-connected and strengthened friendships. Marriages falling apart all around. Second anniversaries and spousal success. Life is splitting apart the seams of my apathy and I'm glad to let it spill out here.
I'm excited for this month! Cheryl is selling her jewelry like mad at winter bazaars and boutiques. I've worked my fingers to death helping her (that's what I'm taking a break from right now...). Work is back to (almost) normal, the Beaverton fun ended and my day shifts are becoming more regular. I built an awesome multi-level cat palace with scratching thingees and a hanging tube of death. Cheryl is teacher-assistant subbing a few times a week (and enjoying it!). I'm perusing school schedules with good intentions. The awesome cheap bar is still super awesome (that's right, I never wrote about the awesome cheap bar. It's all mine!). Iz has a spankin new house that's more centrally located. HE-who-is-never-named (by request) is having alot of success himself at school and will be able to buy and sell me (many times over) shortly. The Tahoe trip is so close I can taste it. Windows Vista hasn't crashed on me yet. Construction on the house is paused but well. The wiring is done to the upper level, all that's left is the garage and basement...easypeasy. My new boss is swell.
See, there's reason for excitement. This is only a free-form sampling of my life being lived. There's so much more. I'll spill here. Really. It's not all pipe-smoke and rum. Flowers, tattoos and whiskey work their way into life also. Well, they do if it's a good life. Here's hoping I spill enough so that exhibitionism, curiosity and voyeurism are all satisfied. Just please, PLEASE don't repeat the mistakes. I've made 'em for you. Find some new ones.