And There She Was... Maybe

Howdie-o.

(Wow, worst intro in the history of intros)...

Well first, I'd like to apologize for the "fake advertising". I said that I'd take care of my blog a bit more...din't happen... BUT now that I've found a brand new shiny job, I'll keep you entertained.

Ah, the beauty of unfiltered office computers.

I've decided not to go to school this semester... I had two choices really. Either study full time and sink in 28 000$ of debt by 2012, or skip a semester and owe 6,000$ by 2013. It was a pretty obvious decision to make but GOODNESS do I miss being a student.

I feel like I'm not much if not.

Weird...

But I love the new job. It's with a telecommuncations company and the people I work with are freaking awesome...

Well, almost.
I'll explain soon enough.

Hope you're well,
Be good.

JoJO

I show up at work,
first day there,
excited,
nervous,
somewhat happy that I won't have to eat noodles as much as I have...

I get to the training room
smiling,

then.
THEN:

I muffle a scream of terror...

My boss and I are wearing the same shirt.

For the LOVE OF PETE.


Someone up there hates me.
Screw you, CloudMan!


P.S. In my defense... my boss is a bit effeminate... he wears nail polish and stuff...

... I'm soooo embarrassed.

On Board.

Some days: you wake up, tired from a ridiculous summer, ready to face new challenges, eager to prove yourself, willing to sacrifice your comfortable world for a harsh but rewarding reality.

Today is not one of those days.

Tomorrow will be though, I can feel it.
(fingers twinkle)

I've missed this... this blog, this little part of cyber space that's unconditionally mine. I've missed reading, I've missed going to bed at a reasonable time.

4 months of partying gets... boring, predictable.
(Who said THAT? Can't be me.)

I have stories though... much to say, as usual.

I'm back,
I've missed you.

- A sober Captain.


P.S. I've met about 5-6 people who can drink 2 bottles of Jack Daniels in less 30 minutes.
Impressive, right? But that's for another post.
Goodnight.

I Thought It Was Staged...

5:50pm.

... I'm standing up in the bus, it's packed... public transportation sucks, I tell myself...
I take off my headphones for 2 seconds, there seems to be some kind of agitation...
there are 4 women silently crying, right in front of me.

I understood soon enough.

Bus Driver (on speakers): I repeat, Michael Jackson is dead.

This might not have the same effect on you as it has on me, but I am shocked beyond words and sad... I'm sad...

The jacket... the (beep)ing zippered red jacket...

For all the times I tried to moonwalk,
and failed... (cough)
You'll be missed.

R.I.P. Michael J. Jackson.

...And I Asked A Snack To The Heavens

Dear Guy-Who-Was-Driving-In-Front-of-Me-On-The-Highway,

Hi!

First, I'd like to thank you for the toothy smile you gave me as you doubled my car on the highway. It almost, ALMOST made my day. Your mischievous grin did not go unnoticed compadre, it actually sent shivers down my spine.

I do have a couple of questions though. I mean, we're friends now, aren't we? I don't want to start this soon-to-be amazing relationship the wrong way.

So, 3 simple questions: just for you, pumpkin.

1. Just how stupid are you?
2. Who eats a freaking 12 inch sandwich while driving a car on the highway?
3. No, really, just how stupid are you?
***

I was on the road earlier today when this accomplished asshole went right in front of my car, opened his window, started eating a Subway-type sandwich, and all his lettuce and mayo and tomatoes flew on MY windshield.

I KID YOU NOT.

I've never even seen the guy before. I would've understood if it was an ex-boyfriend... or my dad's wife... or my mom's boyfriend...

You know, a person who actually has a reason to dislike me.

But a complete stranger? That's low. That's REAL low.

Karma will come around and conquer him like Napoleon conquered Europe. (A random comparison but I'm taking a history class this summer... and you know... practice makes perfect.)

***
So, once again, thanks for the thoughtful gesture but I wasn't hungry,
neither was my car.

With love and admiration for your fine manners,
JoJO a.


P.S. Bumper stickers are not cool anymore...
Especially when they say stupid things like : "GR8NBED".

Idiot.