Daily spewage of a bitter mind.

this day has flew by pretty fast, but it really just needs to end  …right now.

I love when people leave me notes… this one was the highlight of my day… well week I guess… month?

dear daniel 
I miss your face 
that wonderful face with that wonderful beard and that wonderful smug look of disapproval 
write soon. 
-b

My buddy at work, Chris, can be quite the asshat, but that’s why I <3 him.  This this convo for instance.

Chris (12:55 PM): BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP
Daniel (12:56 PM):
Chris (12:56 PM): shup?
Daniel (12:57 PM): nothing, bored
Chris (12:57 PM): aww
Chris (12:57 PM): there there
Daniel (12:57 PM): haha
Chris (12:57 PM): *pats head
Chris (12:57 PM): &gives hershey kiss
Daniel (12:57 PM): OOOOhhhh
Chris (12:57 PM): you wanna play with your ball?
Daniel (12:57 PM): i have more than one, thankyouverymuch
Chris (12:57 PM): thereeeee ya go.
Daniel (12:58 PM): omg stop treating me like a dog
Chris (12:58 PM): get your ball.. it’s yours! go get it! go get it!
Daniel (12:58 PM): *beats you*
Chris (12:58 PM): NO!
Chris (12:58 PM): nnnnnnnnnno.
Chris (12:58 PM): that’s BAD.
Daniel (12:58 PM): LOL
Daniel (12:58 PM): STOP IT
Chris (12:58 PM): can you speak?
Chris (12:58 PM): can you speak?
Chris (12:58 PM): speak!

And that is when he heard me stomping down the hall and got punched.

My boss never gives me the pleasure of being rebellious.

Boss: “I’m leaving early today.”
Me: “Oh good, what time?  I can sneak out early then.”
Boss: “Didn’t we have this discussion?”

We did. On Friday’s I yell at him to go home so I can ditch and leave early.  He informed me that I’m not bound to any hours, I’m just responsible to get my work done.  Which, I knew, but how fun is that?  He totally kills my fun.  Why does he have to be so damned permissive!?

I have to find something else to do to calm my rebellious needs.

I walked upstairs and sat on the couch next to Ian.

“Hello, Ian…” I said in a deep creepy voice as I wiggled my finger.

“OMG you’re watching the Shining aren’t you?”

I had finally gotten around to watching it for the first time.

So I introduced Ian to Mr. Stink, a finger with a face Malcolm drew on for me.

Ian came down to watch the rest with us and Mr. Stink seemed to enjoy it also. I have a feeling Mr. Stink might hang around for a while. He’s kind of dark and depressing, but I enjoy his company.

Trimmed down the beard this weakend…what do you think? It would probably help if I combed it before snapping a pic, but I wanted to test the wordpress app for android

A guy named Caleb stops by my desk.

Caleb: “Darin?”
Me: “I’m not Darin.”
Caleb: “Oh.”
Me: “Can I help you with something?”
Caleb: “No.”
Me: “Then why the hell are you looking at me?”
Caleb: “….DAAaaamn!”

Last night something got into me and it still somewhat scares me.  I had this super duper desire to get stuff done, like this spurt of ‘caring’ about stuff  (*snort*… spurt).

I got home and worked on the lawn mower until it started up again.  Mowed everything, even parts I don’t think have ever been mowed before.  Then, I came in and ate dinner since Malcolm had prepared something. Then I replaced the motor on a bathroom fan.  THEN, I worked on some glass stuff, THEN I went shopping and ran errands, then then then…

I wonder what will happen tonight.  Will I keep moving … or flop down like a beached whale and let the evening slip by?

Chris B (4:09 PM): would you kill a baby for a million dollars?
Chris B (4:09 PM): no conviction
Chris B (4:09 PM): just public judgement
Daniel S (4:09 PM): probably, i hate babies and i lack a soul
Chris B (4:10 PM): jesus.