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Now I will preface this

Now I will preface this by saying that I wasn't gonna blog about this, I don't want to be all whingey whiny but it's my blog, after all, and I can always delete it later, I just want to vent a little. I'm pretty bummed about the downfall of me and JC. I am. In truth, I knew exactly what I was getting into, anyone who knows him, knows he can be a bit of a fucktard...but he's actually a nice guy, he really is, despite what he or anyone else may think, his good qualities outweigh his bad ones by leaps and bounds...which is why it's frustrating that he's such a fucking JACKASS.

If anyone can explain to me why no matter whether they are 18, 28, or even 38, men are such fucking idiots - I would really appreciate it.

Oh, and on a related note, while I appreciate the several emails I received inquiring as to whether a beat down needs to be administered on my behalf, the answer is no. No beatings are necessary, and even if they were, I would never deny myself the joy of doing it personally.

Playlist - Wish I never

Playlist -

Wish I never Met you - Splitsville
Games People Play - Deals Gone Bad
It's Different For Girls - Joe Jackson
Somethings - My Secret Service
Fat Cat - Deals Gone Bad
Shame and Humiliation - Deals Gone Bad
Die Motherfucker - Geto Boys

Imagine my annoyance at finding

Imagine my annoyance at finding out quite a bit too late tonight that beloved coffee boy's band was playing tonight. Boo hiss. Totally would have checked them out, but had to settle for downloads...maybe next time.

Never did get to hang with Dad - his train was so late he was hustled off one train and onto the other, and in the tradition of airport security, if you'e got no ticket, you can't go on the platform. Boo hiss again.

Other regret for today was not having my camera with me when I saw the most apallingly named chemical toilet I've ever seen, it was green, and called "the lepre-can". Seriously.

Well, hooray! Due to a

Well, hooray! Due to a nice drunken binge with Miss Kathy and the Hamster (although Miss Kathy was't drinking - but I think the hamster and I more than made up for it) last night, I was dead asleep I *think* by about midnight...not sure what time I went to bed...but did wake up clutching the phone, which I suppose is good, as otherwise I might have had no recollection of calling JC...bad drunk Miss Lis! However, I woke up at a reasonable time, and although I feel like I've already had a long day, it's barely past noon. Have been faintly productive, and am now gonna get cleaned up and go downtown to meet my Dad at the train station for a couple of hours before his train leaves for Boston...

Lock up your sons! Miss

Lock up your sons! Miss Lis is single again.

JC is a swell guy, just didn't turn out to be the guy for me.

As predicted, I fell asleep right around 7am...woke up at 12:30. Got a call on a resume I sent out, but it was just a recruiting agency, this chick asked me a bunch of questions and said she'd be in touch...we'll see. Am looking daily and sending resumes...no exciting developments so far.

Yep, I'm STILL awake. Decided

Yep, I'm STILL awake. Decided to at least try and be productive so I posted more pictures and updated the main gallery page. Since at this point I'm borderline retarded, please alert me to any bad links.

I was thinking it would be good if I could reverse the order ot all my posts from tonight, as I feel this would better serve to chronicle my decent into madness and bad tv - but fuck if I'm gonna bother to try and figure that one out.

Jesus fucking christ - MATLOCK???

Jesus fucking christ - MATLOCK??? WHY DOES GOD HATE ME?

I'm still HEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRE. Still awake.

I'm still HEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRE. Still awake. Have decided to try the old college trick of, well, fuck, no point in going to bed now....may as well stay up all night.

I don't expect this will work to my advantage...I'm no longer in my early 20's (hell, I'm just barely clinging to my early 30's at this point), and were I to consume the same quantities of coffee and Vivarin that I did back in the day, I have no doubt I would stroke out before sunrise. I am however enjoying a lovely cuppa tea. haven't been making tea on a daily basis like I used to, not since my kettle crapped out on me. I really need to get a new kettle...boiling water in a pan for tea just seems wrong. Damn it's good tho. I love tea. Despite the tea and it's warm caffeinated goodness, I'm certain I'll still drop off to sleep some time around 7am...then I'll sleep all day, and I'll be back again tomrrow night...whingeing on and on in a manner very similar to this.

As you can see I have now reached that "I'll just ramble on and on about what ever crosses my mnd, as I'm bored, and I'm taking you all with me" phase of my insomnia...how bored am I? you may be wondering (okay, I totally know you're not, but I'm not holding a gun to your head making you read this) I am *so* bored, I'm watching Home Improvement...now I've never made an actual list of "TopTen Sitcom Celebs I'd Like to Hit With A Hammer" but were I to do this, Tim Allen would be right up there with George Kastanza....and Urkel...and the entire cast of the original "Saved By the Bell" (with the notable exception of Elizabeth Berkley, who I feel to be deserving of something with a little more oomph, like an anvil - to be dropped on her head, Wylie Coyote style) ...

Okay, now I'm just talking crap .....

I'M STILL FUCKING AWAKE. OH

I'M STILL FUCKING AWAKE. OH YES I AM...WIDE A-FUCKING-WAKE.

But M*A*S*H is on now - hooray for M*A*S*H!! It really is one of the greatest shows ever made... And Alan Alda continues to rock my socks off....and it's got nothing to do with this sensitive hand holdy rep he at some point acquired (not sure when exactly, I mean, in M*A*S*H he's a bit of a man whore, isn't he?) he's just hot.

Speaking of hot - anyone want to go to Gold Star with me on Friday to leer at the bartender? There's no connection to Alan Alda there by the way...the bartender holds no resemblence to Alan Alda...if he looks like anyone at all, I guess I'd have to say, hmmm...I don't know...my personal vision of God?

To add to my gripe

To add to my gripe about late night telly - has anyone else seen the ad for the gay male chat line that features this guy in front of his bathroom mirror grappling to pop a zit on his back, followed by the tag line "It's not easy being single"?

Gross.

gross gross gross.