Random Friday Notes

Because I'm still working on this fucking customer catalog for my mother.  Luckily I should be able to get it done by this afternoon and move on.  I hate the design of it.  I hate ripping off other peoples substandard work when I know I could have produced something much better.  This is what she wanted, so this is what she gets.  I think she's going to look like a tool at her presentation with a copied catalog, but that's none of my business......

In other news, thanks for your nice comments yesterday.  I really appreciated it.  I ended up getting a phone call from Melissa apologizing for her being such a bitch and interfering with my life.  Shocker, but ok whatever.  It's water under the bridge now.  Her and Cassie came to Gavin's choir concert last night, then to my house so that Cassie could talk to the boys about moving in and make sure they were comfortable with it.  I guess Cassie and her boy will be back up and ready to move in next Thursday.  That will be interesting to say the least.  I mean come on, my house has 4 bedrooms, but they're not exactly big.  The house itself is a little over 1200 square feet, with 300 of it being the master bedroom and bathroom.  So I live nicely, everyone else in the house is a little cramped.  I don't want her to stay too long, so it's probably ok that it'll be cramped.

Hmmm, what else?  I'm listening to Bob & Tom on the radio and they're talking about bedazziling your lady parts, now known as vagazziling (that sounds DIRTY).  It's totally cracking me up that they're doing it in the studio today after talking about it all week.  Anybody ever done this before?  I'm kinda interested......  I mean, now that I know someone who has a tattoo down there... OH YEAH, remember that story?  About the hoochie tattoo?  Guess who did the tattoo?  Oh yeah, it was Tattoo Guy.  I'm sure that was fun stuff....

Speaking of Tattoo Guy, I'm thinking I should have just been happy with Kyle instead.  Since I saw him on Monday, we've only texted a couple of times and he has to work all weekend.  I'm not feeling it.  If I wanted to be with a man that worked 60 hours a week, I'd still be married.  At least then my bills would be getting paid, ya know?  I understand a man that works hard and wants to have nice things, believe me, I've lived life both ways, the overachievers and the underachievers.......  We'll see what happens, but I'm not optimistic about all of it.

Kyle stopped by last night to get his coffee and waffle maker to take to the new house.  It was weird.  He's trying really hard just to be my friend, but it's obvious that we're both uncomfortable with it.  He invited me and Tara out to check out his new place and since I have to go out that way on Thursdays, we'll probably stop by next week.  I don't know.  I'm all confused and stupid right now.  I cried when he left because I still feel bad about the whole situation.  Enough about all that, it's depressing me.....

Hmmm, what else?  I swear I had something else, but then I got distracted again.  Damn ADD.... I was going to post pictures from last weekend, but this stupid new computer is a piece of shit and isn't compatible with my card in my camera.  I'll be taking my old one home this weekend and getting it back up and running.  This Windows Vista shit is gay.  I still don't remember what else I was going to say, oh well, it probably wasn't important anyone. 

I really don't have a whole lot on tap for the weekend.  It's Arnold Fitness Classic weekend, so there will be all sorts of muscle bound meatheads running around all over town showing off their 'roid rage.  If I see any interesting specimens I'll be sure to take pictures.  Who knows, maybe I'll actually go down to the show one day.  There's all sorts of UFC fighters in town so that'd be cool to see.  I don't know, I'm emotionally retarded right now.....