And she wanders in...
Darkness surrounds but only she gives bright.
The air fills my lungs.

Am I breathing?
A dream... no.
It's so real, so intense.
A kiss.
Floating? But it's real.

The ocean in the distance...
Can't you smell it?
Let the breeze fill your lungs...
And let my kiss keep you afloat.

I drive home after a night of beer and wii with great friends.
I open the door to my jeep.
I step out.
The cool breeze off the oceans strikes my face...
Wrapping me up in it's astounding presence.
I inhale.
Cool. Calm... yet so invigorating.
I lean back.
Look up.
Stars every where.
So many of them, so familiar yet I still lose myself among them.


And this is why...
At ocean's side...
I'll never, ever leave.

I always hate it when I have something on my mind for an extended period of time.... and as soon as I feel that I've come to a conclusion about the situation, something happens that completely changes my view.

I've always had Issues with uncertainty. I really don't care if the news is good or bad, I just hate not knowing what's going to happen next. I've just come to a path in my life where I really want to go down one road, but I'm not so sure if it's off limits to me, if that makes any sense.

I suppose I can only just wait and see.

So, tonight I danced for The Universes at their show in Providence.




Conclusion: I dance, and people flock.

Dear internet,

     I am fucking sick. My boss sent me home early because I sound terrible. I has fevar. I has con-jest-shuns in face. I has vomits.

Am I dying?

Well probably not, but I still feel like the death.

You know... I was just out getting a beer with Aaron. The past few days I've been in a somewhat pissy mood and nothing seemed to remedy it. I get home, step out of the car... The breeze off the ocean hits me, cool but not cold... and I look up...


Nothing pleases me more than a beautiful night by the ocean. Nothing.

Sometimes work makes me angry. I haven't bitched enough about this today.

So... Aaron and I are busy at work dealing with the shipment that came in today. Ok, whatever. It's my job. Store manager calls. Wants me to go over to the store and help him put some fucking slide together. I told him I was busy with my own priorities so I wasn't available. End of conversation... or was it?

He calls back. Complaining about how he doesn't want to leave the slide parts outside.... ok, not my problem. I ask my boss, Jay, what to do. Jay tells me that I should keep doing what I'm doing, as it's my job... and that store manager can wait. Fine, I like that answer. So I tell the store manager that Jay wants me to keep at what I'm doing and we can just do the slide thing tomorrow. Satisfied?

Apparently not. He calls Tracy, the owner of the company. She asks me to go over to help him. I told her I was not pleased. Now, I don't mind helping people with projects... when I'm not busy. But I was quite busy and I really didn't have time to be fucking around with building some stupid slide. I only had Aaron yesterday and today, which means the next two days I'll have to handle twice the workload. So losing an hour of time with him around is like throwing Fort Knox into an ocean of piss.

My other work issue is with the bungling IT that Tracy hired. I've voiced my opinion of him... and plainly it's that I DO NOT approve. I have my own computer to do my work on in the shop. There's been some lame virus on the machines that I haven't had time to deal with. This doosh-bag (yes I spelled it doosh because I've been drinking, can't remember the right spelling and do not want to hit up dictionary dot com.) took the computer from the store to work on even though I told him that the nature of the virus we need to get rid of is that it plants itself on one machine and attaches to active files on the network that are on other machines. The only way to eliminate the threat is to find the machine its planted on and take it out.. and THEN remove it from the other machines. So he 'fixes' the store computer.

We start having issues with the shop computer and one of the computers in the office. He takes the shop computer... which was not hooked up at the time that the virus started showing up... and says he'll 'fix' it. Six days later he finally decides the machine is ok... All he did was run scans on it which I could have done myself. The asshole tells me we can pick it up ONLY if we pay the invoice that he just sent us. Fucking tool. As soon as I get the machine back I plug it in... Guess what, same... fucking... problem.

I go to the machine in the office, do a little digging... it was set to use a specified IP address. It was never set to do that till after he had gone to the office to 'check' the computers. I changed it back to obtain the IP automatically.. Problem solved, 3 minutes.

Bob = 1
Old hack techie = 0

So now we discover we're having a problem transferring product from the warehouse to the store in the system. I call our tech support for our all around company program, RB Controls. Their tech support is THE best I've ever dealt with. Every one of their members is reliable, knowledgeable, and resourceful. They, upon researching the issue, discovered that some setting the IT doosh changed is causing serious response problems between the warehouse and store. After Tracy calls him to tell him the scoop, he not only claims that it's RB's fault... but has the gall to accuse them of planting that virus we had on our computers.

Yeah right.

RB = 1
Techie = 0

RB is quite upset and they want to talk to the techie doosh personally and set him fucking straight. I don't blame them one bit... Honestly, I think Tracy should tell the guy to screw and look for someone that actually knows what the hell they're doing.


So aside from me bitching, I'm in a super mood! Matt came over with some Dogfish Head 60 minute.... That totally made my day better.

I'm also excited about Keegan and Esther's party on Saturday. It's going to be amazing.

And I still haven't picked up on my zombie book. I just really haven't had the time or energy but I won't let it die. I'll most certainly finish it, it just may take longer than I expected.

Speaking of zombie book, I also wanted to ask Ming if she'd consider doing some artwork for it. I've been thinking hard about it and I want the main character's profession to be artist/drawing expert. So I want to add 'sketches' to some of his entries... like while he's observing things and writing them down, he'll start drawing some of the horrible things he sees. I can't draw for shit so I might as well try to find a kick ass artist to help out, right?

Hello internet. I just made a delishus sammich.


It was stacked in this order starting from bottom to top:

slice-o-bread
yellow mustard
lettuce
pickles
turkey
american cheesus
slice-o-bread
yellow mustard
lettuce
tomaters
turkey
bacon
american cheesus
slice-o-bread


My only regret is that I should have used honey mustards instead of teh yellows. Should I kill myself for making this mustardly mishap?

So I got home today and read my horoscope to find:

"Your work calendar could suddenly fall apart today, especially if you have tried to schedule too much in one day. An unexpected addition to your "to-do" list can create a cascade of problems, turning your daily routine upside-down. Instead of attempting to squeeze everything into a rigid time frame, just let the day unfold organically. Even if you relinquish some control, a lot will still get accomplished."

So... being an inventory manager I pretty much just order and receive shit and deal with other inventory related issues. But today I was roped into doing service. Specifically installing a heater and opening a spa for the season.

Fukken fail. My back kills because those heaters weigh over 250lbs. Teh suck.

So I just thought that horoscope was pretty close and it amused me.

So Aaron got the warehouse manager position, making him my sidekick. I was pleased but somewhat annoyed since I've been telling them to give him the position for months now. We're going to rig up the computer to the stereo in the shop so we can listen to music that isn't shitty fuck fuck radio. Also good news.

I've been slacking still on the zombie book. Mostly because of lack of time, partly because I'm not sure how I want to proceed from where I've left off. I know several events that I want to take place before the end, and a few that I'm unsure which way to turn. We'll see I suppose.

I've also decided that I'm going to get a different car at the end of the summer. The jeep isn't bad but I really want a stick. I think I mostly miss the truck for that very reason.

Hilarious story. I was working at the shop yesterday trying to reconnect the computer. I ran into several problems, the worst of which was the program that we use for everything was mysteriously missing from the machine. After a few hours of trying to figure out what the hell was going on, it was brought to my attention from my boss, Jay, that they had actually put the wrong computer in the shop -_-;


So I hooked up the right one.. and the rightful order was restored.


I also haven't had much chance to work on the zombie book the past couple of weeks but I intend on spending some serious time with it this weekend.

I also also came across one of my prized comic books in my closet. Two of them actually.

Super Pro Issues 1 & 2. I think they're worth less than what I paid for them back in the early 90's.

This is my new journal. I decided to delete my old account and start anew.


Things seem to be going quite well for me lately. I got the Inventory Manager position at work. I've been waiting for the confirmation on it all winter and was quite excited to get it.

We went to see the showing of 'Onward to Calgary' yesterday and it was amazing. I was so pleased with the way it finally turned out. Jim Ether rules.

My zombie book is coming out just as I want it to and I've gotten some interesting feedback on it.

So that's it really. But I'm excited.