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Monthly Archives: February 2007
Getting a Few Things Off My Chest.
I buy things with pretty packaging.
I am not one to really hang out with the people I work with outside of work unless we were already friends. I especially couldn’t ever see myself doing this at my current job because it’s like no job I’ve had before. It’s an office job, where you have to be polite and somewhat professional. Both of which I’m no good at. I’m used to taking care of people, mainly children but I can say I worked in a group home where I lived with eight mentally challeneged adults (on a week off a week). It was a very interesting six months.
But for some reason today when a woman I work with asked me if I wanted to get something to eat afterwards I said yes. Exactly as I expected, conversation somehow went from work to jumbled bits and pieces of what felt like my entire life and nothing bothers me more than that. It’s not that it upsets me to talk about, it just makes me not feel right. Hopefully it won’t be too long before I forget that happened.
It’s hard to write because I just don’t know what the fuck I want to say, or what it is that is weighing me down so much lately. What is it? I feel like something is really bothering me, but I just don’t know what. I think about it all the time, in traffic, taking a shower, at work. Sometimes I think about it instead of paying attention to the television. Yes way, it’s that bad.
This makes zero sense to me because I just don’t see how someone can be bothered by something yet can’t say what. That’s just plain silly. Not surprising in the least though.
A Pain in the Ass, Indeed.
Lately I’ve been having a hard time fighting the urge to buy massive amounts of web space, but last night I caved. I was up really late doing the usual, fiddling with things.. bitching with Eric and talking to Lesley… Eric and I were discussing how shitty of a host Netrillium is. So we started looking into switching hosts and found hostgator, who in only a little over 24 hours kicked netrilium’s ass.
It was a night full of emotion because at first I signed up for a plan that did not come with what I wanted. Note to self: reading helps. Then I nearly collapsed from being a little to excited that we ended up with a reseller account and massive, massive amounts of space. But, it never fails… we totally broke our websites like 800 times in the span of 2 hours while trying to get them transferred. I think we eventually gave up at about 3:30 in the morning. We got it all worked out though, it’s them Keith genes.
I hate to completely steer this blog in a new direction, but it is now 4:06 am and I think I just overheard an all out brawl in my apartment’s parking lot. Sounded like someone got mugged. I know I heard, “let go of me you cock sucker!!!” at least 9 times. I hate living in an apartment. Tomorrow I plan to go visit my grandfather to hear how the house hunt is going. I hope it’s going, at least.
Speaking of going I should probably get going cause going is what I gotta get. Just another day in the life of a Nerd.
Switching Hosts.
Boogher.com might be a little rocky over the weekend, I decided to ditch Netrillium and go in on a reseller account with my brother at hostgator.com.
I’m very excited! We’ve got shit tons of space and so far the company seems great.
I am so ready for the weekend!
Taking Back the Internet
“We have been through hell together, dined with the devil herself, and lived to tell the tale. I feel our closeness is the beauty of our tragedy. My family is the driving force behind the majority of what I do, and gives me a reason to roll out of bed before the sun goes down.”
Please go visit my brother’s (Eric) beautiful new site. There isn’t much there yet and I may be making this post too soon, but just fucking bookmark it already!
Smoochie boochies!
Funny Face: Photo Meme Monday
Pocket Full of Love
I haven’t amounted to much this weekend. I got some laundry done yesterday but after spending thirty dollars at the laundromat I got discouraged when all my clothes weren’t dry. I can’t wait to get out of this stupid apartment.
Yesterday I went and visited my grandfather to talk more about finding a house. After giving them a really good guilt trip they decided to go ahead and get the ball rolling for me, because I know better than anyone else it won’t roll at all if it’s up to me because this is very very nerve racking for me. So yeah, they’re going to talk to a real estate agent on Monday. Maybe it won’t be so hard after all.
Speaking of my grandfather I wanted to share a really funny email.
Dear number #1 granddaughter, LOVED MY GIFTS.We sat up past midnight playing dvd and laughing at how little we knew that we thought we knew.See you Saturday.POCKET FULL OF LOVE, Grandpa
Ah, old people on the internet is always good entertainment.