tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40943142011-04-21T16:39:22.168-07:00SnakeOilsSnake Oil for the Soulwileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comBlogger741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1108688830700304162005-02-17T17:05:00.000-08:002005-02-17T17:09:04.296-08:00I am sooo tech savvy! hahahaha not!I finally fixed my blog and no I am sooooooo embarrassed at how easy it was.5 minutesIt took 5 freaking minutes for me to fix it.It seems it had something to do with my old template, hence the new look.Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!Now if I can just figure out how to add the comments things and links without completely screwing it up. That will be wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1108688187335195782005-02-17T16:55:00.000-08:002005-02-17T16:56:27.336-08:00testing 123testing123wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1092784857759364852004-08-17T16:19:00.000-07:002004-08-17T16:20:57.760-07:00I think that I have an unhealthy like of mustard.
Not the fancy kind, not the spicy kind and certainly not the brown kind.
Just plain old yellow mustard.
I eat it with everything.
I have a feeling that I am starting to turn yellow.
wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1091479431986969952004-08-02T13:42:00.000-07:002004-08-02T13:43:51.986-07:00I found this great confessions website. Check it out. http://www.notproud.com/index.php
Here's a sample entry
07/30/2004 at 11:25:51I am a woman, 35, and I have a part of my life I cant share with anyone. I am a corporate exec, making over 100k annually. I have a lot of power and love using it. I am regarded as a bitch by underlings and peers. It's my way or the highway. I am blond, 5'9", verywileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1090865323189113132004-07-26T11:08:00.000-07:002004-07-26T11:08:43.190-07:00> > >
> > >Basically yeah, there are things that I don't wanna talk about. Be it too
> > >personal, me being embarrassed about it, or just simply stuff I don't
>wanna
> > >talk about. AND there are time where I don't wanna talk about stuff
>becasue
> > >I think that it will make things worse. If I tell you that we go to the
> > >movies you feel left out. That kinda thing. There are some wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1090599358908236922004-07-23T09:15:00.000-07:002004-07-23T09:15:58.906-07:00 > > >J,
> > > >
> > > >I don’t really know how to reply……
> > > >
> > > >Bottom line is that I want you to be happy. I wish Allison was the one
> >for
> > > >you because I know that more than anything in the world, you want to
>find
> > > >her. I truly know in my heart that when you find “the one”, I will
>“deal”
> > > >better. I will be so happy for you, that I won’t have time for mywileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1090538197745062192004-07-22T16:16:00.000-07:002004-07-22T16:16:37.746-07:00I don't really know where to start this... Yeah, I have noticed that you have been going through your angst (for
lack
of a better term) again and I really ddon't know what to do about it. Does
this get old? Yeah, I'll be totally honest this gets old every time
that
> >we
> > > >go through this. But I guess that doesn't take anything away from you
> > > >feeling bad. And I am sorry if you wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1090374063886524932004-07-20T18:40:00.000-07:002004-07-20T18:41:03.886-07:00Dear J,
I have hemmed and hawed about even sending this email at all. Although I suspect you know that it was coming.
Too afraid of the subject, too afraid of the reaction, too afraid of saying it out loud, too afraid of your response, too afraid that it’s the same old story of me over-reacting and you so quick to point it out and get frustrated with me. I don’t want to ever be afraid to wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1089391333153321802004-07-09T09:38:00.000-07:002004-07-09T09:42:13.153-07:00Well I made it back from Cabo safe, sound, and sun-bronzed.
It was a great trip. Lot's of relaxing by the pool and eating great food.
Not a whole lot of partying and I blame that on my age. At 20 I would have been drunk every night and would have woken up to a hot cabana boy that didn't speak English.
At 30 I was in bed most nights by 11pm, sober as a church mouse.
Well at least I am was wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1088179333205096812004-06-25T08:51:00.000-07:002004-06-25T09:02:13.206-07:00This June gloom is wreaking havoc on my spirits and to top it all off, we are doing lay-offs here at my office. I want to just crawl under the covers and go back to bed.
Good news is that I leave for glorious Cabo San Lucas on Monday! A whole week of sun, fun, and booze! Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-108748924170004102004-06-17T09:08:00.000-07:002004-06-17T09:20:41.700-07:00I should have stayed in bed this morning.
My alarm went off at 4:45am. I quickly turned it off instead of pushing snooze, so I woke up in a panic at 5:10am. No big deal, I still had time to go to the gym. I get dressed and head out to the gym. I park and realize that I left my clothes for work, hanging over the back of the chair in the dining room.
I head all the way home and by this time it's wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1086882408360365012004-06-10T08:36:00.000-07:002004-06-10T08:46:48.360-07:00I am sure that I have written this before, but I really think that my lack of posting is due to the fact that when I write here, I am forced to deal with the little subconscious thoughts in my head. All of the stuff that I rationalize in my head and push away, come screaming up to the forefront of my brain. Frankly, it makes my heart hurt most of the time.
Anyhoo..here I am, drawn back to lay wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1085766799048797032004-05-28T10:26:00.000-07:002004-05-28T10:53:19.050-07:00Playing matchmaker is hard work.
Not exactly playing matchmaker, but more like that junior high school "she likes you, he likes you " bullshit.
I have these two friends that I have known for a year or so. A guy named Ron and a girl named Karen. They have been friends longer than I have known them and they became friends cause Ron was dating a friend of Karen's named Tina.
Tina, Karen and I wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1084908487962353052004-05-18T12:17:00.000-07:002004-05-18T12:28:07.963-07:00Phew! Made it back from the east coast in once piece!
Crappy plane rides....lot's of driving and sticky weather. I am glad to be home.
It was a very productive trip, but not much fun. The hunky bartender was there, but of course, so was his beautiful and very sweet girlfriend. Turns out that they bought a house in South Carolina and won't be there on my next trip out. I told him to hire a cute,wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1084230169631591922004-05-10T15:55:00.000-07:002004-05-10T16:02:49.630-07:00Format is funky.....don't know if that is good or bad, jury is still out.
I am off for a four day business trip to Maryland. UGH. It sucks cause I am going by myself. When I first started traveling for work, I thought it was very cool. I liked airplane rides and staying in hotels, but now that I do it 2 or 3 times a year, the novelty has worn off. I want to sleep in my own bed and have someone wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1083963919984206452004-05-07T14:05:00.000-07:002004-05-07T14:09:41.373-07:00I am back to my Wiley ways. I am in lust with a married man.
I met him through some friends and hockey games etc. He is very shy in person, but man the shit that he says to me through email and PM really gets me going.
I don't see him very often, but enough to know that there are huge sparks between us.
I just spoke to him on the phone for the first time...........good I was nervous...weirdwileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1083883324715352602004-05-06T15:42:00.000-07:002004-05-06T15:46:24.530-07:00Thanks Mr Sex for the help with the comments stuff! i think it works. yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1083778067273784402004-05-05T10:27:00.000-07:002004-05-05T10:32:05.606-07:00Happy Cinco De Mayo. I wish I was drinking a margarita right as I type this!
We are having a potluck at work and I decided to make enchiladas.....mine ended up more like Mexican lasanga, but hopefully it will taste just as good.
I got my grade back from my midterm....92/100. I missed 2 questions. I can live with that. the shocking thing was that I received a 100/100 for the paper I had to writewileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1083106408639986782004-04-27T15:53:00.000-07:002004-04-27T15:57:50.186-07:00Damn Free scoop day! http://www.benjerry.com/
I took my staff of 7 on a field trip to the Ben and Jerry's shop in the mall here at work. They loved it. A huge morale booster and it didn't cost me a cent (except for the tip that I left, that is). Now I need to spend at least 90 minutes on the treadmill to burn those calories. Better leave early for the gym.
I have been trying to be good, but wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1082647664439212072004-04-22T08:27:00.000-07:002004-04-22T08:31:45.500-07:00My ass is sore!
Literally.
I hit the gym pretty hard last night. Turning 30 is a bitch. I swear my metabolism was cut in half the day of my birthday. It just adds insult to injury cause it was slow to begin with. Oh and I like beer a lot which doesn't help matters.
My goal is to lose 30 pounds by June 28th. I leave for Cabo San Lucas that day to spend a week at a resort. My fat white ass in a wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1082477309463606292004-04-20T09:08:00.000-07:002004-04-20T09:12:28.090-07:00I hate The Wheel of Fortune.
okay well that is a lie, but I force-fed it $80.00 in a little under an hour and only got to spin the wheel twice.
Needless to say, I was depressed.
My dad didn't come through with the $100, so that $80 was all mine. FUCK.
My niece's party was fine. She is a doll and I loved being able to spend time with her.
After the party, we went back to the casino and dadwileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1082138798153395052004-04-16T11:06:00.000-07:002004-04-16T11:10:31.590-07:00Well it's Friday and I am in a good mood, so I decided to try this dastardly blog thing again. I think that I have allowed the proper time required for my blog to cool off and stop being so angry with me. Keep your fingers crossed. I haven't yet ventured to try and reactivate the comments thingy cause I didn't want to push my luck.
http://www.moderndrunkardmagazine.com/issues/01-04/01-04-wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1080601101812529912004-03-29T14:58:00.000-08:002004-03-29T16:16:33.560-08:00poof.......
gone again....
but the post that I wrote last week showed up.....
weird.wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1080600934108087002004-03-29T14:55:00.000-08:002004-03-29T16:17:39.793-08:00My blog is still acting funny.
I think i may just have to change my template again and that scares me.
I was really getting into writting everyday too.
What a shame.
I wrote a very long, very detailed post about my weekend and it disappeared.
From now on, at least for awhile, I am going to keep them short.
Just to see if they make it.
I could always copy my posts into a word document....wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1079988001420730242004-03-22T12:40:00.000-08:002004-03-29T14:55:52.250-08:00Do you see what I see?
I am losing my mind.
My blog is toying with me.
It doesn't like me writing about it.
HELP!wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1079461366010837252004-03-16T10:22:00.000-08:002004-03-22T12:42:27.123-08:00I swear I had written a post and the blog monsters gobbled it up. I think that it's because my blog secretly hates me and does everything in it's power to make me frustrated. Like one day it decided to gobble up the comments thingy. I worked ever so hard on getting it to work and then poof...gone.
That's okay...even though I would like the comments back, I am afraid that if I try and work on it wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1078938011009493712004-03-10T09:00:00.000-08:002004-03-10T09:03:50.153-08:00Ever have those mornings you wake up sad? Must have been my dreams that I don't remember, but I am profoundly sad today. Every little thing makes me want to cry and I feel silly about it.
I bet my period is coming.
I hate using that "defense", but it's true. I do get somewhat emotional just before my cycle. I usually am more needy and lovey, but about 2 times a year I get sad.
Not depressed, wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1078515692221019232004-03-05T11:41:00.000-08:002004-03-05T11:44:29.793-08:00Everyone seems to be on a Blog hiatus. Figured it's a good time to update mine.
Some news on the roommate front: he got a letter for the company basically stating put up or go to jail...He cried....His parents came up with the dough and now he's acting like everything is fine. UGH! He still has the girlfriend, although it's a bit rocky and they fight every couple of weeks. I asked him the other wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1077639087576048552004-02-24T08:11:00.000-08:002004-02-24T08:14:15.920-08:00I started school last night. One class is going to be a joke and the other is going to be hard as fuck. The Intro to humanities class is a television class. We have three class meetings and yesterday was class meeting number one. The second one is for the mid-term and the last is for the final. We have to visit an art museum and write a 1200 word essay describing a piece of art and write about wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1076712629020074432004-02-13T14:50:00.000-08:002004-02-13T14:52:58.843-08:00I have decided to tell the truth. Well the truth to people that ask me polite questions, that is. You know those questions.."How are you?" "How is your day?" the questions that people ask to be polite, but never really care about the answers. I have always responded with fine/good how are you. My day was complete shit on Tuesday and a gentleman in the elevator asked how my day was going. Since wewileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1076429134416394002004-02-10T08:05:00.000-08:002004-02-10T08:08:00.466-08:00Only alcoholics run out to the store at 9pm on a Monday night to get a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes right? That was me last night. J scurried off to his girlfriend's house and I found myself bored and alone. I asked J for cigarette money before he left and he gave me a twenty, so that is like almost being obligated to buy a bottle of wine. The sad, older women looked at me with that wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1075921022969890512004-02-04T10:57:00.000-08:002004-02-04T10:59:21.326-08:00I donated blood this am. I feel a little woozy at best. I donate blood ALL the time, why do I feel woozy today? The last 3 times that I have tried to donate, I was rejected due to low iron level. I was so anxious as I sat there waiting to get my finger pricked. He cleaned off my finger, then used the pricker thing then squeezed some blood off, then wiped it away only to squeeze more out to put wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1073592784947811922004-01-08T12:13:00.000-08:002004-01-08T12:15:54.186-08:00Do you ever have one of those days where every song you hear causes a wave of emotion to come over you? Not necessarily bad or good emotions, but emotions nonetheless. Sound and smells are huge memory triggers for me and although I enjoy the "organic-ness" of these feelings, the ups and downs are starting to get to me. Maybe it's time to throw on some talk radio although that'll probably just wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1072802026552556282003-12-30T08:33:00.000-08:002003-12-30T08:35:16.826-08:00So my birthday came and went. I am now 30 years old. I still haven't quite sorted out how I feel about it. I have been a little down in the mouth about it. I know that age is just a number and that you are only as old as you feel, blah, blah, blah. I just thought that i would be much further along in my life by 30. I thought that I would have accomplished more. i think that I am on the right wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1071875389533354402003-12-19T15:09:00.000-08:002003-12-19T15:11:06.013-08:00Still no update on the advertising....Sorry Clay.
Here is an update on the roomie....nothing. Apparently the lawyer tried to contact the company to work out an arrangement and the company never responded. The lawyer is of the opinion to do nothing further. I guess he doesn't want to "force their hand" and make them do something when they were just going to let it go. I dunno how I feel about it.wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1071618858103035692003-12-16T15:54:00.000-08:002003-12-17T08:28:08.686-08:00I donated some dough to BlogSpeak and they offered me some free advertising. Unfortunately I don't know where it is. I sent the guy an email to let me know and hopefully, he can point me in the right direction. In the meantime, check it out.
Clay's down ass musicwileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1071263324027952242003-12-12T13:08:00.000-08:002003-12-12T13:09:51.186-08:00The look.
You know the one I am talking about.
You dread and crave it all at the same time.
The one that makes your heart swell.
and your body tingle.
You crave it for the feeling.
You dread it for the loss of control.
You need it for the warmth and reassurance.
You despise it for the uncertainty.
Despite these mixed emotions
You look back
waiting, wondering
How long will it last and when will itwileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1071001298795361762003-12-09T12:21:00.000-08:002003-12-09T12:23:28.356-08:00Oh the humanity....I am sick. Yeah, big fucking deal, everyone is sick. I can be a pretty big baby when I am sick. I stayed home yesterday and subjected myself to some cheesy daytime television. I don't mind the 2 hours of Dawson's Creek, it's the talk shows that really get to me. If I wanted to watch white trash drama unfold before my very eyes, then I would hang out with my relatives more.
I wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1070315139078771572003-12-01T13:45:00.000-08:002003-12-01T13:46:31.280-08:00I am alive. I am home. Feels like I have been gone for a month. First a business trip to MD in October, then another a month later. Less than a week after getting back from MD, I went off to N. Carolina for Thanksgiving. I got back today at 12pm PST. I am now at work cause I was too cheap to take today as a vacation day. It didn't make sense to take a vacation day when I work 10 minutes from the wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1068576725103696722003-11-11T10:52:00.000-08:002003-11-11T10:52:50.403-08:00I have been inspired. Read Pataphysical and you will be inspired too. Although I have never considered myself a writer, writing does help me work shit out that is in my head. I avoid it sometimes cause I don't want to read the truth. It is much easier to rationalize stuff when it is still in your head. When it is staring back at you from a page you have written, it is much harder to dismiss. I wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1068048947908688202003-11-05T08:15:00.000-08:002003-11-05T08:18:55.373-08:00This morning when I wakened
And saw the sun above,
I softly said, "Good morning, Lord,
Bless everyone I love."
Right away I thought of you
And said a loving prayer,
That He would bless you specially,
And keep you free from care.
I thought of all the happiness
A day could hold in store,
I wished it all for you because
No one deserves it more.
I guess it's a sappy day. Awileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1067011751998111172003-10-24T09:09:00.000-07:002003-10-24T09:09:13.546-07:00I dreamt of puppies last night. Lots and lots of furry balls of playtime. I smelled their sweet puppy breath as they licked my face and tugged on my arm. We had so much fun rolling around in the grass and getting dirty, I never wanted to wake up.wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1066930203672358862003-10-23T10:30:00.000-07:002003-10-23T10:30:03.400-07:00Do you ever have one of those mornings where you are silent for so long that when you finally speak, your voice sounds foreign to you?
I had one of those mornings. I woke up early and was alone with my thoughts for over an hour. Normally I would have gotten up and gone for a walk to get the paper, but there are people in my house. J's parents are visiting form new Mexico and they are sleeping inwileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1066843861178718642003-10-22T10:31:00.000-07:002003-10-22T10:31:00.883-07:00I contemplated suicide yesterday.
No not in a personal sense, just suicide in general. I had a thought pop into my head that the ultimate way to make someone feel like shit would be a person killing themselves and then leaving a note like "rest assured....it is your fault." Pretty sick shit.
My new favorite insult: Pansy Ass Cocksucking Faggot. Used in a sentence: "Hey McCreary(NHL referee) Youwileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1066403454870182322003-10-17T08:10:00.000-07:002003-10-17T08:10:54.920-07:00Sex McGinty to the rescue! Not only is he a wiz at love matters, but he seems to know a few things about blog templates. I feel better now that my blog is fixed. I would like to play around with the colors, but I think that I will wait until next week before I break my blog again.
J and I have the nephews 3rd birthday party tomorrow and I simply can't wait. I love their birthday parties. Maybe iwileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1066338189874697842003-10-16T14:03:00.000-07:002003-10-16T14:03:09.996-07:00well i thought I fixed it. I have changed the template and now the comments thing is fixed, but I lost my links....i will figure it out.....eventually. I am a Jackass!wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1066319634878686512003-10-16T08:53:00.000-07:002003-10-16T08:56:24.453-07:00I fixed it. I lost a few posts and now I am so HTML frustrated that I don't care to rewrite them. Thanks for the suggestion Sex, I had a blast adding the stupid comments thing. :) Seriously though, I am glad I figured it out. I felt like a real jackass for awhile. I'm going to Starbucks, fuck work.wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1066086349018204532003-10-13T16:05:00.000-07:002003-10-13T16:07:31.106-07:00I have been off gallivanting around the country...actually I just went to Maryland for 3 days. Not exactly what I would call exotic or glamorous, but my traveling partner and I made it as fun as possible.
We left an some ungodly hour on Monday morning and spent 2 hours debating whether we should upgrade to first class ($50 for the first flight to Phoenix and then $150 to MD). The debate was wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1065036237206993952003-10-01T12:23:00.000-07:002003-10-01T12:23:57.033-07:00I have come to the conclusion that there are two types of people in the world.....
1. People who need to have rolls with paper hanging down in front. (These people notice that the paper is not hanging in the front and have a desire to remove the roll and put it the way they like it)
and
2. People who don't care as long as the paper is there for them to use. (These people only pay attention wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1064872912185491052003-09-29T15:01:00.000-07:002003-09-29T15:01:52.356-07:00 Clay Sails(Panacylum) had this on his blog, so I thought I would do the same....
What is your name?
Wiley (as in Wile coyote super genius)....A nickname that I received due to the fact that I seem to know a little bit about everything, from plumbing to birth control.
2. What color pants are you wearing right now?
The base color is black and they have little cream colored flowers on them.wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1063412729383539502003-09-12T17:25:00.000-07:002003-09-12T17:25:29.326-07:00I realized today that I don't have very many friends. There are a few people that I have always been friends with and will always be, sometimes I think that it is just out of some desire to go for the world record of friendship or because it would seem such a shame to let something go after 25 years etc. Almost like a failure after so much effort. this shitty thing is that friendship shouldn't bewileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1063130336684409752003-09-09T10:58:00.000-07:002003-09-09T10:58:56.520-07:00I am back in Dodge, against my wishes. It was a nice trip. We left at 7:30 pm on Thursday and I drove all the way through. We stopped for the gas and the occasional bathroom stint. The most important thing we stopped for was fountain soda drinks with caffiene. I don't know what the deal was with me, but I only wanted fountain soda, a big, cold, bladder buster sized diet coke with the compulsory wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1062528830377105832003-09-02T11:53:00.000-07:002003-09-02T11:56:11.710-07:00I had a busy, but great 3 day weekend.............
Friday night was nice. Spent the evening with Fairy Foe and her husband. We got caught up on our life's current events and had a wonderful time. Met up with Sex Mcginty (Pataphysical Graffitti is his blog) at Dupar's for a late night nosh. It was great to see him in the flesh again after 10 years, he looks well and seems to be taking his life inwileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1061930506798519932003-08-26T13:41:00.000-07:002003-08-26T13:41:46.706-07:00I have avoided posting due to the fact that I think that I am being punished by Morpheus. No not the character from The Matrix, the Greek/Roman god of dreams. I have been having the worst dreams as of late and for some irrational reason, I believed that it had something to do with my last post about my dream. The dreams have gotten so bad, that yesterday I woke up sobbing. I couldn't stay away wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1061226001835871342003-08-18T10:00:00.000-07:002003-08-18T10:00:01.680-07:00I wrote a long post about my camping trip this weekend and it disappeared. Phooie!wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1060707677545600662003-08-12T10:01:00.000-07:002003-08-12T10:08:42.906-07:00Speaking of dreaming.....................................
i had a real doozy last night. i dream in color, taste, touch, smell etc. This experience makes my dreams very real and sometimes scary. This "fear" is generally controlled by the fact that i know i am dreaming. Most of the time, i can even control the outcome to a certain extent. This dream was not one of those....it was real.
i have wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1060623382860957042003-08-11T10:36:00.000-07:002003-08-11T10:36:22.726-07:00The nail saga continues............................
All week i have been picking at the foreign, plastic like substance on my fingers. Apparently, it is normal for this stuff to "lift" a little bit. This usually indicates that it is time to go and get them filled. i was looking forward to going and getting them done cause i had a few changes in mind. i went to this place in the mall called Happywileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1060290431456819012003-08-07T14:07:00.000-07:002003-08-07T14:07:11.416-07:00Don't play Russian roulette with a semi-automatic.wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1060109239979093512003-08-05T11:47:00.000-07:002003-08-05T17:08:57.523-07:00i did a stupid thing on Friday........i was to meet my mother at the Northridge mall for dinner and some shopping (we looked at our calendars and realised that if we didn't meet then, we wouldn't be able to see each other for another month). i went into work early(6 am yuck) so i was able to leave around 3:30pm. i missed most of the traffic and ended up at the mall an hour early. Here comes the wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1059748523735940222003-08-01T07:35:00.000-07:002003-08-01T07:37:08.896-07:00Where did summer go? It is almost over and it is like it never began. i remember the days as a kid, cherishing those 3 summer months, almost as if it were Christmas. i would get up early just so i could spend as much time as possible in the pool or outside playing cowboys and indians with my friends. i would count the days left of summer vacation and treasure every one of them as if they were thewileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1059430891339310772003-07-28T15:21:00.000-07:002003-07-28T15:21:31.280-07:00This weekend was a bust. I cheated on my cleanse and I feel like shit. Not guilty, mind you, just physically crappy. I guess that is a good thing cause it makes me realize that I feel so much better when I am good. The cheating part was great though, good food and great beer.
I couldn't go through with the enema thing. If I ever do that, I think I would feel better going to a professional.wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1059146525265707512003-07-25T08:22:00.000-07:002003-07-25T08:22:05.260-07:00i had an inspiration yesterday around 5:30 pm and decided to blog about it. Unfortunately, this site hates me and i was able to get on in order to ramble and now i have totally forgotten what my inspiration was about. i really hate that.
Well after many months of serious body abuse with food, alcohol and more food.....i started a 21 day cleanse program. It's called Rejuvenate- a 21 Day Natural wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-1058398439408749792003-07-16T16:33:00.000-07:002003-07-16T16:35:38.906-07:00i really suck. It has been so long that i had to have my password emailed to me. i wish i could say that i have been living a crazy and exciting life too busy to write, but that is not the case. i still read blogs and i am particularly fond of 2 of the ones on my reccomend list. It's funny but, i felt so ashamed to read one of the blogs and find out that i have been removed from the reccomended wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-947412022003-05-22T08:39:00.000-07:002003-05-22T08:39:08.880-07:00My blogging commitment is a tad lacking. i am almost as bad as my friend Brian, but no worries, i won't let it get that bad. i know i promised a thrilling story regarding my pet pigeon Petuna, but the experience is yet still too disappointing for me to sort through and i am sick, so i of course, instead i wan't to write about my misery. i had already written a great deal, but i got lazy while wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-917340632003-03-31T14:02:00.000-08:002003-03-31T14:02:36.716-08:00Wow...I could not let the whole month of March get away from me and not post a blog entry. I have been really bad about this. It makes me question my overall lack of commitment to things in my life. Actually, it is my commitment to other things that have kept me away so long. Work, school etc. Work is slowing down a bit, so it should free up some of my time. School is heating up though, I have anwileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-898012182003-02-26T15:15:00.000-08:002003-02-26T15:18:17.000-08:00yeah....yeah....yeah...been a long time...blah..blah...blah. Truthfully there hasn't been much to write about. I have been so busy with work and school that I haven't an independent thought in my brain. No room left up there for selfish thoughts or daydreams. Even my dreaming at night has revolved around my US History class. I feel like an idiot. Going back to school after 10 years is difficult. wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-890443972003-02-13T10:30:00.000-08:002003-02-13T10:30:43.440-08:00It 's been too long. I guess it was hopeful waiting. I wanted to be able to write about great stuff. He hasn't called me. I have heard nothing from our mutual friend. It's okay.....no really....if it isn't there, then it isn't there, right? Too bad...I liked him. It is funny how I rationalize. I re-read the previous entry basically dooming it. I guess it's just my defense mechanism for these wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-885384272003-02-04T09:00:00.000-08:002003-03-12T08:20:01.000-08:00You all have been anxiously awaiting the results of my date, right? We had dinner and coffee. He was late, but he called. He took me to a mexican taco stand (this wasn't a bad thing) the food was very good, but my hair ending up smelling like taco shells for the rest of the evening (this is one thing that I cannot stand. It makes me sick to smell myself.). Of course me being me, I told him all wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-883538692003-01-31T16:27:00.000-08:002003-01-31T16:32:14.000-08:00 Again I start with how quickly my moods change. Well much to my surprise, he called! He called last night while I was out and left a message. I called him back today and we actually have a date! It has been a hundred years since I have been on a date. Seriously, I have been in relationships, but always with people that I have previously been friends with. Weird. Ignore all of that other crap I wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-881721752003-01-28T12:08:00.000-08:002003-01-28T12:08:51.840-08:00Well the margaritas helped, yet still no call from the guy. I had fun at the group happy hour adventure and I didn't even drink too much. He has had my phone number for about a week now and has choosen not to call. Our mutual friend says that he has been really busy and that he is somewhat intimidated by me. Me? He says that I have sooo much personality that he doesn't really know what to talk wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-878483212003-01-22T09:04:00.000-08:002003-01-22T09:04:14.910-08:00It is funny (and maybe a little psychotic) that my moods can change so quickly. My friend J would say that it is because I am a woman. Of course I reject this notion completely and call him a bastard! I have successfully shakin off my post holiday funk. Reconnecting with an old friend helped a lot (thanks again, friend). I also have a prospect of a date on the horizon. It is hard to be in a funk,wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-877517902003-01-20T15:27:00.000-08:002003-01-20T15:30:11.000-08:00So I really should be working, but it is hard to concentrate. The weather is nice and It is hard not to have the feeling that I am missing out on the day. I have been staring out at the window and wishing I were somewhere else, maybe even someone else, definately with someone else. Lonliness has set in. I thought that I escaped my holiday blues, but it turns out that they were just late in comingwileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-873744032003-01-13T14:28:00.000-08:002003-01-13T14:36:03.000-08:00I had this very strange dream last night.....At my mother's old house and it is late. All of the sudden this school bus drives through the side gate and parks itself across 2 corners of the pool. This is one of those long, but square, yellow and black buses. The bus is full of children and 3 non-descrpit men yielding revolvers. Now these revolvers are very large and almost have the appearance of wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4094314.post-872433022003-01-10T16:59:00.000-08:002003-01-10T16:59:00.353-08:00So after reading a bunch of reccomended blogs...I have jumped on the wagon and created my own. It seems like a great place for me to spew all of the random shit that goes through my head on a daily basis and a way for my peeps to feel like we are in touch, even though we know we are not really (claysails). Still this is the perfect answer to my dilema of wanting to write stuff down and feeling wileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12701713094891727078noreply@blogger.com