Cable guy is here

It all seems to be going well. He was total­ly unfazed by the fact that I don’t have a TV, and I was able to do a lot of clean­ing and declut­ter­ing today. I could almost have com­pa­ny over! Well, almost. There are still large pock­ets of mess here and there, but for the moment I’ll live with it. What i real­ly need to do is replace my dead mon­i­tor so that I can watch TV on some­thing i can … Read the rest

Clutter Clutter Everywhere

The cable chick (or guy… how should I know?) is com­ing by this after­noon, and I just real­ized what a fuck­ing hell­hole I live in. Now I don’t par­tic­u­lar­ly care what the cable chick thinks, but it would be nice if this place were semi­presentable for human habi­ta­tion. To that end, I’m doing some clean­ing and declut­ter­ing. It’ll still be a big mess, but I’m hop­ing I can get this up to just a mess instead of a mess so … Read the rest

Another Saturday Night and I Ain’t Got Nobody…

I was sup­posed to go to the ball game tonight.

Instead I was late and the peo­ple who had my tick­et went inside. I tried call­ing on the cell phone a few times, but did­n’t get through. I walked over to Mar­ket Street and thought about going to see a movie at Metre­on, but I just was­n’t inspired to see any of the stuff in the the­aters today. Ter­mi­na­tor? ehh­hh. Even Find­ing Nemo, which is sup­posed to be real good, … Read the rest

Ooops, no breakfast

Well, first, it was a mis­take to go to the gro­cery store after the gym last night. I need­ed what I bought, but it’s hard enough car­ry­ing a 28lb buck­et of kit­ty lit­ter home when I’m not exhaust­ed. When I’ve just pushed my phys­i­cal lim­its to their break­ing point, I’m not ready for the kit­ty litter.

Any­how, I like hav­ing raisins in my oat­meal in the morn­ing, so I made it a point to pick up raisins. Per­fect­ly log­i­cal … Read the rest

Should it Stay or Should it Go?

I’ve been think­ing about shav­ing off the goa­tee for a while. I like how it accen­tu­ates my chin, mak­ing me look like I’ve got a jaw­line, but at the same time, I sort of see it as hid­ing my face. I can gain ten pounds and it does­n’t mat­ter because there’s this fake pro­trud­ing chin instead of the begin­nings of a dou­ble-chin. So I like to be able to see myself as I am and keep myself accountable.

And hey, … Read the rest

Vienna by way of Daly City

I applied for my pass­port yes­ter­day. There’s been all this dra­ma and it’s tak­en me over a year to get my appli­ca­tion in, for no good rea­son. Some weeks I just haven’t been able to jus­ti­fy the $85 it costs to get a pass­port, oth­er weeks I just did­n’t think about it.

But I’ve been want­i­ng more and more to trav­el abroad for a num­ber of rea­sons, includ­ing being obsessed with a young lady who goes to school in Aus­tria. … Read the rest

No, this is not what I actually said to her

“So hey, you are super-attrac­tive and that’s a prob­lem because right now I’m real­ly emo­tion­al­ly raw and I have no idea how to cope with even being in the same room with you, nev­er mind actu­al­ly con­vers­ing. Could you just take my phone num­ber and give me a call after I’ve had, say, five or six years of ther­a­py? Thanks.”… Read the rest