sourdick

If you were a sniper, I'd have already radioed in your coordinates just like in the Falklands

Sun, 15 Nov 2009 02:37:39 GMT

When Ben walked in from work on Wednesday, he looked like death warmed over. A fever over 39C (102ish) sent him to bed right after some soup and green tea. I had spent the day in AMERICA. I left Canada at 6:45 in the morning so I could be at Target when it opened at 8. I’m just about finished my Christmas shopping, and figured the reason why the terrorists hate America: chocolate scented laundry detergent (either that or Strawberry scented Listernine. Naturally I bought both).

Me left, Ben right

I’d originally taken Thursday and Friday off to compliment my Wednesday holiday, but Ben catching the ~~T-Virus~~ H1N1 virus slowed down that idea. I did get the Halloween decorations put away, the leaves (mostly) raked, and the outdoor Christmas lights hung (is it too early to have them plugged in? I think it might be!)

I’ll just tick off the rest in bullet points:

Glee: Thumbs up, however: Will and his wife suck and I hate their storyline, so glad she wasn’t in it this week. Quinn/Finn? Getting tiring. Puck, I’ve decided that you actually are hot. Gay guy, black girl, and asian chick: you’re getting on my nerves. Wheelchair guy: you’re a moron.

Windows 7: Not that impressed. Everyone said it was the next coming of Windows 95, but it seems like a mediocre upgrade at best. I don’t know why it opens two windows for MSN yet, “show desktop” took me 10 minutes to find, and I can’t get anything into the Quick Launch area. Everything is so blue!

V: This is why Juliet left LOST? Gah. I did like the first two episodes a lot in regards to setting up a war between aliens and humans, but as an allegory for the Obama administration, its silly. I bring peace! And hope! And change! And Universal Health Care!

George W Bush... great president, or the greatest president?

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 11:26:20 GMT

Hey Montrealers, if you're going to be downtown today, stay clear of the Queen Elizabeth neighbourhood. Former President George W Bush is here! At 11am! Until 1pm!

Rassemblement anticapitaliste et anti-impérialiste, le jeudi 22 octobre de 11 h à 13 h, à l’Hôtel Queen-Elizabeth (900, boul. René-Lévesque ouest à Montréal, Métro Bonaventure)

La Chambre de commerce du Montréal métropolitain versera 100,000$ au criminel George W. Bush pour l’entendre glousser les faits saillants de sa catastrophique présidence. Qui sera dans la salle ? Les PDG des compagnies qui profitent des contrats militaires évalués à plus de 5 milliards $ annuellement au Québec : Bombardier, SNC-Lavalin, General Electric, Oerlikon Contraves, CAE, Rolls-Royce, Honeywell, Pratt & Whitney, Bell Helicopter, Paul Desmarais et son valet Henri-Paul Rousseau

Take that war-mongering capitalist pigs! Since I'm literally right next door I think I'll try and go and take some pictures of crazy unwashed Bloc and NDP voters who are (probably) skipping their liberal arts classes and bravely cutting into their sitting-around-complaining time. (Thats a joke! I know these kids won't actually vote!)

Will I get murdered by anti-imperialist protesters? Take this actual poll.

Why would anyone hate Paul Desmarais? This guy is the best person.

You just sit in your cozy little house, with your cold sodas and your Facebook pages like it matters

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 23:48:31 GMT

I'm not sure what I did to piss off Facebook, but apparently I've suddenly become very unpopular and lost all my friends in one day.

I can’t even pretend to be cool on Facebook now.

What now?! If I want to find out what the kids from my graduating class are up to, I'm going to have to order a delivery pizza or call a customer service hotline.

I guess that's what charity's all about: getting liquored up and spanking your neighbour

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 18:18:38 GMT

Last year I raised about forty million dollars for some charity by getting a haircut. This year, I let my hair grow (my bangs are past my nose, and in the back its past the shoulders) in case they needed me again, but no one has asked me so I suppose I can go and get a haircut.

This photograph was taken of me this morning on my way to Starbucks (for a delicious Pumpkin Spice)

In the meantime, when polled, I found not many people do payroll deductions for charity. I certainly don’t mind helping out people, but I’ll admit that the tax rebate is nice too, come April.

Right now I’m trying to figure out which lucky charity will get my dime. The Diabetic Fund? The Children’s Hospital? Heart Foundation? Africa? (Haha, just kidding, they don’t have a chance.) There’s some mad- up disease called Crohn’s. (Edit: Wait, nevermind, its real and its gross, they’re not getting a nickel.)

I do wish they could vie for my money directly. Maybe a little presentation where I act very bored while they explain why they need the money?

"Please sir, the children.. theyre suffering .. and starving...! All we need is--"
"Hm? Oh?! ... Does anyone know who got voted off Dancing with the Stars?"

I am the kindest person I know.

what i did on my summer vacation

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 16:11:20 GMT

This morning some guy from another department came to our floor to ask some informal officy type questions. After the business part of the conversation, someone from my group asks him how his recent vacation went.

“Ah, my wife had a still-born”
(one hundred billion years of silence passes)
Thankfully one of the girls jumped in “ Wow, sorry to hear that”
“Ah, thank you.”

AWKWARD
After he was safely away in the lobby, I looked around “That was WEIRD, right? Why would anyone say that?” and for once, everyone agreed with me that it was indeed a very awkward and weird thing to say. “When it got all quiet, I almost said that I went to Niagra Falls on my vacation” No one else thought that was a good idea.

I’ve been opening up a lot at work lately and just saying what I really think. It’s very satisfying.

Writer's Block: Proven by Science

Thu, 13 Aug 2009 14:27:53 GMT

Do you believe everything has a scientific explanation?

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Everyone seems to be answering this one, and it goes along with something going on at home. Ben and my nemesis, Steven have been contacting ghosts through the Ouija board. While I think its nice for Ben to spend time with his family, I think its ridiculous that they think they're "talking" to Jemi, a slave who died hundreds of years ago, and speaks Latin for some reason. Jemi told them aliens are coming to save selected people from the 2012 calendar disaster. I've been banned from attending future Ouija sessions because I laugh too much.

I want to repost one of my comments left in a locked entry over at nightfuns

Does the notion that there may not be a supernatural scare you? Isn't THIS enough? Just this? This world..? Just this beautiful, complex, wonderfully unfathomable natural world?

How does it fail to hold our attention that we have to diminish it with the invention of cheap, man-made myths-and-monsters?

I am a tiny, insignificant, ignorant bit of carbon. I have one life, and it is short and unimportant...BUTTTTTTT thanks to recent scientific advances I get to live TWICE as long as my great-great-great uncles and aunts. Twice as long to drink wine with friends, twice as long to love my partner, twice as long to share bad stories and worse jokes.

I'm okay with that.

This is Niagra Falls. Alright, you're a little boy. You wanna be a big boy?

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 17:18:38 GMT

In July I took two weeks off abruptly from work. I told Ben I needed to get away, and drove off to Niagra Falls for about a week. The falls themselves are ridiculously spectacular. For about ten minutes. Then they’re boring and you realize the surrounding 5 kilometres is nothing but overpriced tourist crap.

I spent my days wandering around the Niagra region, visiting some of the parks and sometimes just sitting there doing nothing, or reading a book, or watching people (that sounds creepier than I hope it was).

I headed back to Stinktown (aka Toronto) for a garbage filled three-day-stay. I nearly threw up in Kensington Market from the smell, came close to losing it at some garbage filled tennis court, and saw a rat for the first time in my entire life. You’re well on your way to becoming the oh-so-average-American-city, T-Dot, keep it up!

Mental crisis closely averted, I headed back east home and spent the second week of my time off helping my parents move all their crap out of their house. They picked up some Yanks foreclosed house an hour south of Orlando and are skipping the country at the first sign of frost.

I helped stimulate the economy buy picking up a half-moon (real) leather couch, a king size bed which I think I hate now that I’ve slept on it for a few days, a room sized desk for my office, and a matching dresser set for the guest room instead of the mix-n-match we had in there before.

I saw the new Harry Potter, and I’m going to just go ahead and say it: didn’t like it.

You don't work, you just play computer solitaire.

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 14:40:28 GMT

Does anyone play iPod solitaire? Anyone who does knows it’s freakin hard and I was very emasculated when I reached rock-bottom at negative one thousand dollars, but I’m extremely pleased to report that my account shows at +3300$

That’s forty minutes a day well-spent!

Oh hey, I read in the back section of the paper that Michael Jackson isn't doing too good. I hope he's okay! Anyone heard any news on this?

I haven't seen anything like this since the Anita Bryant concert.

Sat, 27 Jun 2009 15:17:01 GMT

Heya Jeddite, I'm sure hoping you're still reading the Colorado press (which is part of America!).

Here is an article from the Denver Post called Debunking Canadian health care myths.

My prom is wherever you are.

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 04:07:35 GMT

My Google News alert for “Zac Efron Montreal” has finally paid off. I can’t read a damn thing this article says, but apparently Zac Efron is sleeping on the same island as I am.

I can’t figure out what part of town he’s in from the picture, but I intend on driving around all night until I find him, and rape him.

FYI, you're kinda acting like a murderer.

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 13:06:58 GMT

[08:01AM EDT; Montreal, Quebec]
[Phone rings]
[Its researchbased]
James: Hello
Daniel: Good morning Jamie, how are you?
James: Hi Dan, I’m at work, like usual, what’s up?
Daniel: I’m on my way to work, then supper afterwards, what about you?
James: Here until 3:30, then nothing.
Daniel: You have really blue eyes.
James: Yeah..
Daniel: Hold on, I want to read you something... ”.. he walked with confidence and dressed well, conjuring an impression of wealth and achievement. He was 26 years old, five feet, eight inches, he weighed only 155 pounds. He had brown hair and striking blue eyes, once likened to the eyes of a mesmerist.” ...You look exactly like H.H. Holmes!
James: The killer?
Daniel: Yeah
James: Did you know we have the same birthday? Different year though. And I don’t have a crazy 1800’s moustache. Oh! Also! I don’t murder people.
Daniel: Yet.
James: Hey! I am not the reincarnation of a murderer.
Daniel: You don’t know that for sure.
James: He was the worst murderer in North America!
Daniel: No, that was Albert Fish, who is actually more like my boyfriend.
James: Well Holmes was in the top five, I'm sure.
Daniel: He was pretty 1800’s hot. You can’t tell me he wasn’t!
James: Moustache? I don’t think so, Danny.

Chatlogs, lol. I wonder if I should believe in reincarnation? Should I rename my house to MURDER CASTLE? I’m thinking “Definite Yes” on the latter.

Look, I've been to Toronto. Trust me, nothing can survive there

Tue, 16 Jun 2009 13:30:43 GMT

The last week of May I scuttled off to Toronto for five days with Chris (the gingerboy). Toronto, as everyone knows, is the city that interesting forgot. Devoid of culture, joy, and excitement of any kind, we planned on keeping a low profile. My corporate discount provided an excellent price for a hotel near the airport. The website showed they had microwaves and fridges in the room, and when we got there they upgraded me (for no reason?) to a room with a stove.

The whole set-up was like a small apartment: living room, kitchenette, bedroom, bathroom, and Chris and I basically “played house” for five days. We did a small grocery order, loafed on the sofa watching DVDs, and cooking suppers together. (and the sex of course)

Yes, angry billboard, I agree with the message you are conveying!
We hit a few tourist locations, including the Toronto Zoo (too big) and the CN Tower (too big)(I didn’t even get an employee’s discount!), and a few places I had wanted to go to, including their Central Station (pretty, but no life to it), their underground mass transit system (horrible) and a supper with researchbased(lovely).

The famous Toronto traffic was nearly enough for me to purchase a small gun (somehow?) and just cradle it inside my mouth while shaking and sweating. Eighteen lanes? Seriously Toronto, shut up. Your metropolitan overcompensation obsession may trick Americans into thinking you’re a real city, but no one in this country is fooled.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I’m in love with a 20 year old.

You may have surmised, that explosion was for the tourists. The real action is right up here!

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 14:13:29 GMT

Can I confess something? I tell you this as an friend, I think you'll understand. Sometimes when I'm driving... on the road at night... I see two headlights coming toward me. Fast. I have this sudden impulse to turn the wheel quickly, head-on into the oncoming car. I can anticipate the explosion. The sound of shattering glass. The... flames rising out of the flowing gasoline.

I don’t think that’s a particularly rare thing to think?

I'm going to make the world spin backwards briefly and reverse time

Tue, 09 Jun 2009 12:20:53 GMT

This morning when passing by the Helpdesk someone pointed out that I had my shirt on backwards. That is ridiculous, I said.

“So why is there a pocket on the back?”

I had to do that weird thing where you turn your shirt around without taking it off. The day can’t get much worse than this, I hope. What a fashion disaster.

I wish I didn't have to stir this pudding.

Thu, 04 Jun 2009 18:42:59 GMT

I ate a banana cream pie flavoured pudding at the end of my lunch today. Later when I went to throw the empty plastic cup in the trash, I noticed the expiry date read: December 24, 2008.

Am I going to die?

This is when I SHOULD have eaten the delicious pudding.
I think my tummy is hurting. Is it getting all fuzzy in here? Oh God..

Give me some oinkment and I’ll send a hambulance.

Thu, 04 Jun 2009 12:03:37 GMT

The guy who sits diagonally from me has been working from home some days, and in the office alternate days for about a week. Turns out his daughter has a confirmed case of H1N1.

Am I going to die?

Just gettin' ready for work...

I think my throat is hurting. Is it warm in here? Oh God..

So, who wants to give our lovely guests the death sentence?

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 14:09:33 GMT

About ten years ago I was on Battle.net playing Starcraft. I have always hated the idea of scheduling a time online, which is why I could never get into clans and guilds, but I ended up being an “honourary member” of a small little Starcraft clan so I could play, as the Protoss, a few rounds against the same trustworthy and reasonably decent players.

The clan leader was a blond-blue-eyed swimmer from east New York named Greg, and over the years we ended up visiting one another several times. The last time I saw Greg was on New Years Eve about 6 years ago when he came up to Canada to bypass the age-21-drinking-laws in New York for the relaxed Sin-City-of-the-North rules that recommend you be kind-of 18ish.

When the UFC (some wrestling/fighting show) announced plans to perform in Montreal, Greg arranged to come up, and I offered him the guest room. He declined at first saying he was coming with his ex-girlfriend, and I said it would be no problem at all.

She turned out to be a great girl, and anyone who loves Banjo is a friend of mine. I ended up taking a few days off and Greg came a few days early and we spent some time hanging out around town, and drinking.

Greg and his ex slept in separate rooms and generally being good guests. On Saturday night I gave them a house-key since they would be home at God-knows-when and probably half drunk. They were planning on taking a cab home. When Ben and I woke up Sunday morning, Greg was no where to be found, but the guest room door was closed tight. The sleeping arrangements had changed abruptly.

Around 9:30 Ben and I were having a cup of coffee in the kitchen when he said “Do.. you.. hear something?” Listening, I said I could. Turns out the estranged couple had reunited in our guest room.

All that pre-amble to ask: Is it appropriate for out-of-town guests to have sex at a friends house?

I would have preferred not to have been aware of it at the time. Some people I’ve asked have said its absolutely inappropriate and others have said its no big deal. I think I’m somewhere in the middle on it. Is this offensive to anyone here?

Thu, 09 Apr 2009 13:43:00 GMT

Man, I am bored at work today.

James says:
i need an outlet for being angry
Semo ( suitablyemoname ) says:
No kidding.
James says:
really?
Semo says:
You've been a bigger dick than usual over the last few days, yeah.
James says:
gotta keep up my street cred
Semo says:
Well, I don't know what you want me to tell you. What's up?
James says:
i was going to ask you if you knew a good community that wasnt full of circle jerking nerds where i could get angry
Semo says:
The implication that I only hang out with circle jerking nerds is not helping.
James says:
well maybe not EXCLUSIVELY
Semo says:
Get bent, James.
James says:
ah, everyone is so sensitive ...
Semo says:
Not sensitive so much as impatient and beyond caring at this point.
James says:
suit yourself

I wouldn't know funny if it stuck it's dick in my fucking ear.

Farewell is like the end

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 01:13:04 GMT

I've removed about a good 10% of my Livejournal Friends.

This movie ALWAYS makes me cry. Always.

Anything to do with dogs, or moms just tears me up. (Or foxes I suppose?)

Don't mean I'm in love tonight

Sun, 22 Mar 2009 02:54:48 GMT

I decided around eight PM, after having a drink or two, that I wanted to slow cook a ham for Sunday night dinner, so I hoofed it up to the nearest grocery store (why? what do you do do on Saturday night??)

As I approached the door three girls spotted me and said “Him! Him!” and ran up to me and asked if I spoke French. I said yes, and they said, “She’s getting married tomorrow, will you kiss her? It’s only a dollar”

For some weird reason I said yes and ended up with a French girls lips against mine, which was strange enough until she grabbed the back of my hair and forced her tongue into my mouth.

Now I can unironically say I kissed a girl and I liked it, I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it.

Nine, ten, never sleep again

Tue, 17 Mar 2009 01:38:58 GMT

Ben was raised in a mostly French household, and as such never really watched English TV and especially English movies. This was great when we first started dating, I got to rent all the old classics, like Robocop, and Robocop 2, Superman, Gone with the Wind, all great movies to enjoy for the first time all over again.

I’ve told this story before, but recent events have caused it to have to be retold. When we rented Nightmare on Elm Street it was actually still pretty scary, even after all these years. When we later went to bed together, we did kind of laugh at some of the cheesy 80s effects. We dosed off, only to be awoken hours later, Ben was in near-hysterics screaming that he was bleeding. Half asleep and in the pitch black, I tried to console him. He kept shouting he was bleeding, and finally I leaned over to turn on the lamp. When the light came on his face and hands were covered in blood. I admit it, I screamed. Nightmare on Elm Street was still fresh in the memory, naturally, and the half-asleep brain processed it as such.

Luckily it turned out to be just a simple nose-bleed, but we ended up laughing about it anyway. Nose bleeds at odd times are intended to be laughed at, and if you take it too seriously, well, where’s the fun in that?

I consider myself a rational erudite

Tue, 10 Feb 2009 13:41:55 GMT

I’ve been paged in the middle of the night 4 times in three days. Twice last night alone, once at 11PM; and another at 3:50AM, I’m racked.

Completely unrelated, I have a good friend who hasn’t had a girlfriend in a while. Hes in his early 20s, and has been talking to his best friends sister on IM for a few weeks. She’s just turned 15. He hasn’t said anything to me, but its clear they are getting along. When the ‘older brother’ told me his sister was feeling sick and would probably take the day off school, on the same day no-girlfriend-guy has no classes, flags were raised.

How can I broach the subject with this guy without asking outright? Why are people so dumb? If you’re going to have sex with a teenager, do it with a 19 year old like a normal person does.

I saw Polytechnique (in English) on Saturday night at the Pepsi AMC Forum, it was my first time there, and its nice, and the parking was pretty cheap too.

Set in Montreal, Quebec and based on the École Polytechnique Massacre (also known as the Montreal Massacre), the film documents the events of December 6, 1989 through the eyes of two students who witness a gunman murder fourteen young women before committing suicide.

The film is absolutely brutal in its depiction of one of the worst school shootings in modern times, and the absolute insanity of a man blaming woman for all of his personal problems in life to the point where he causes this kind of terror. I strongly urge all Montrealers to go see this movie.

I cried (twice).

I'm sick of people trying to shoot me, run me over or blow me up

Tue, 03 Feb 2009 15:17:00 GMT

I’ve had a fever since Thursday. I left work early on Friday, right after my meeting with the Porn Writer; and pretty much laid around the house all weekend long alternating between loafing and complaining.

By Monday the fever still hadn’t broke, so I stayed home, except for a tiny side trip to get a hamburger and a heating pad. I debated calling in sick again today, since I literally never call in sick just “for fun,” like a lot of my coworkers do, but figured I could play hero and get at least some work done. No way, I’ve barely done anything since I got here this morning except be snarky with everyone, and read a few emails. It doesn’t sound like a lot, but i’m pushing 20 meeting invitations and nearly a hundred emails, and its making me angry. Not Christian Bale angry, but getting close.

Anyway, I feel like Superman today, and not in the good way.

(apparently Superman has winter eczema in the first panel?)

Am I the only one still not getting LJ email notifications? This sucks.

You must be the Porn Writer. I didn't mean for this to be so awkward

Fri, 30 Jan 2009 16:13:19 GMT

Well, I went to go visit the amateur-porn-writer described in detail in my post earlier this week, and he was super nervous (and not terribly unattractive). I showed up at his desk about 20 minutes after he logged into the network (I had his login ID flagged to notify me), and asked him to join me in a close-by conference room. I had a folder with his name on a POST IT note with a few printed out emails, and stories, and a few old procedures (just to give it a little bit of bulk).

He seemed to click-in right away with what I was saying and immediately turned apologetic, and I explained that I had no intention of informing HR as long as it did not happen again. He didn’t have a heart attack, he didn’t leap over the desk to choke me to death, and he did not bumble and stumble over his words, so thumbs up for taking it in a relative stride.

The best part is that I caught the whole thing on tape. The plain conference room we were in is equipped for long-distance video-conferencing, so I turned it on just moments before meeting him.

What's worse, an idiot jerk or a jerk idiot?

Wed, 21 Jan 2009 13:21:26 GMT

elderfear is playing one of those gay memes where you sign up for questions and have to answer them, so I threw my hat in since I don’t much to post about lately except the whole “I have two boyfriends” thing going on, work related stuff, and the weather, all of which make me sound (more) like an ass, so its easier to just not-post, but I guess I committed to this, so here goes:

Discuss your sense of self as it relates to your often abrasive and overtly sour personality?
I’m neither abrasive, nor sour. I just dislike false social situations. I hate the barber for this reason, because we’re expected to make chit-chat. I hate talking with casual coworkers, because its dumb. I don’t care about their kids, or where they went for dinner. Does anyone care about this stuff? Not likely. Same goes out here on the Internet. I don’t expect anyone to care about anything I do, and I very rarely care about what “strangers” think of me. This week, in the Montreal LJ community, there was an announcement the subway had to close cause someone was seen running through the tunnels. My reply was “They should just speed up the trains and turn the windshield wipers on,” and it ended up causing a miniature drama. Why? Who cares about this guy? Not me. Probably not you. Probably not the people who got mad and said it was insensitive and uncalled for, but they’re just playing the game that I can’t be bothered with. It sounds like an ego-trip, but I really just think I value honesty more than politeness.

Do you really believe that Canadians are so much better looking because they're descended from prostitutes?
I don’t know if its because of the 400 hookers who were shipped here when we first opened up shop, but there’s definitely something. I’ve been all over the States, and Canada, and even when Australian friend helo-i-am-beej lived with us for three months, he flat out stated that walking down the street here was causing non-stop whiplash. There’s a lot of really good looking people here. A lot. Crossing the border is weird because you can notice the change immediately, you’re a lot more patriotic than we are, and you are a HECK of a lot fatter.

whoa, thats kinda cool

Do you ever get jealous when your S.O. tiddles around on the side? Does he ever get jealous when you do? (..per your arrangement)
I used to. Not anymore. Mostly when it was first brought up by Ben. He suggested it, almost out of the blue one day, and I was crushed. I thought this-was-it-for-us, and I got really sad, and really angry, and really overall upset, and he eventually backed off the argument and went to take a shower while I sulked in the living room. While waiting for him, it dawned on me that the same things had crossed my mind. I would like to try other things. So many relationships fail, and probably a lot of them because of “cheating.” This “agreement” opens up the relationship in terms of being honest to one another, keeps the sex interesting, and we don’t have to worry about sneaking around on our partner, which many couples probably do. The first time he went out, I had not made plans that night, and I basically sat around watching TV, and I worried myself sick over it, but its worked itself out, and I have practically never taken advantage of it until very recently with Chris.

What one thing do you want to accomplish that you haven't yet done?
If you thought my previous answers were egotistical, this one will knock your socks off. I’m going to be straight up and honest. I’m under-30, I’m a size 30 (usually), I have a good looking boyfriend I’ve been with now since we were teenagers, we have a nice house in the suburbs, a late model car (that’s blue!), an adorable dog that listens like no-dog I have ever seen before, I have a great relationship with my parents, and they love and accept Ben, I reasonably do-not-hate my inlaws, I have a job that I love going to every day, there’s 4 people in my department (of 12) who are retiring in less than two years, so in the event of a MASSIVE LAYOFF in my company, they’ll be given early retirement packages, so I’m not worried about the GLOBAL ECONOMIC CRISIS terribly much, I make an absolutely staggering amount of money to the point where I am literally embarrassed by it. I lack for almost nothing, I look good in a tie, and I have a first-year University student with nice abs who fools around with me on a regular basis. I can’t complain about much. I guess I should answer the question instead of going ego-insane, so I’ll go with quitting smoking. I probably should have just said that at the beginning?

Wanna be my house boy? Or is that something Daniel would be better at?
thedandan is attractive, but he doesn’t strike me as the subservient type. You’d have to pay me an awfully large sum of money to be a house boy. At least that question is phrased in a way to only sound a little bit creepy, so thank you for that.

I think I should put all this in my LJ profile. Also, is it just me, or are LJ email notifications not working? Lame.