I am a lame-o

If there is one thing I have learned by trying the online dating thing again it's that nobody is intimidated by how smart and handsome I am.

And trying to freak out Aubz's sister didn't work as well as we hoped. That sucks.

Which is fine, because my awesomeness has nothing to do with either. Not that I'm not smart, I just don't come across that way. Nobody really wants to hear that the dude trying to make those chopsticks dance in a line actually got 80s and 90s in school. I guess the lucky batman boxers don't come across as terribly intellectual either.


...but they're so lucky...

Actually it's kind of funny, it's when I get pissed that the brains start coming out. Now don't get me wrong, Jay is the clearheaded one in a crisis. When things get really bad I want to put blood on the walls. But when I'm just normally pissed off at someone, the more pissed I get the more polite and formal I get. That's when the vocabulary starts to shine. After that comes the urge to kill.

Also, sometimes when I'm being a lame-o and trying to impress a girl. I'm sure that comes as no surprise.

Or if I'm trying to one-up somebody in a battle of wits. I'm just bad at it. Ask Becca. Was trying to describe her to somebody today and came up with 3 things. Roommate. Friend. Sometimes mortal enemy. I thought it was pretty damn accurate. My housemates kick ass.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. I hate it when I come home from work and the house is quiet. Not that it's anybody's fault, I'm just not a fan. I lived by myself in a lady's basement for 2 semesters when I was in Peterborough and it kinda drove me nuts. I could never live by myself. It's why I have 5 housemates instead of an apartment. Even if sometimes one of them hates me (as far as I know.... since it could be all of them, in which case I will burn this motherfucker down).

Work sucks.

Jay came down last weekend. We watched grown men beat the ever loving shit out of each other on Pay Per view. I'm still not a huge fan of the UFC, but I can see why him and his friends like it so much. Then Taco Bell the next day. Oh the drama and horror that was involved in that. But breakfast IS the most important meal of the day.

Look what I found!



THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME AND ANYBODY WHO TELLS YOU DIFFERENT IS BLONDE AND THEREFORE A BITCH YOU SHOULDN'T PAY ATTENTION TO.

Just sayin.

That's me. Sweaters and rosa/e(s)! Those and a 4 day weekend to look forward to are what's getting me though this week.

SpAmmy

Playing with fire

I came to another odd realization yesterday.

I am probably the most flammable person in the house.

Yup.

1) I definitely have the most body hair. If it wasn't for my razor and beard trimmer I'd be more like Chewbacca then I'd probably be comfortable with. Even if Chewie probably gets all the babes.

2) I am obviously the coolest person living here, therefore I am the most likely to get superpowers. And everyone knows that I got superpowers I'd go nuts, and then probably fuck up and hurt myself.


3) In a zombie apocalypse I'd probably be the first in the house to get infected. Then my roommates would probably light me on fire to kill my re-animated corpse. They might also do that if actually follow up on my threats to take a dump in their pillowcases. Goddamn uppity housemates. Actually even given half a reason I think Becca would douse me in gasoline and throw a match at me.

4) With my whole occult fantasy writing thing I do, there is the chance that I'd piss off a real live witch (a.k.a. my exes hahahaha) and I'd get lit on fire as a result.

5) I drink and do stupid things. Anyone who's gotten a drunk facebook message or text or call from me knows that. It's a bad habit. One of these days I'm going to play with fire after a couple of Jager shots and do something dumb.

I'm sure there are more reasons but Jay made me wake up early and take him to Taco Bell so I'm going to go have a nap.

MUSIC.There is lots of fire here!



I like the part where the car blows up

That's me. Get off my back about posting here peoples, I'm working on it. If you don't stop bugging me I might light YOU on fire and invalidate this entire post. HA.

SpAmmy

I wonder...

Maybe you see a nice girl who works in the same government building as you.

Your eyes meet walking from the parking lot into the office one day and from then on you can't seem to get her out of your head.

You keep bumping into her coming out of conference rooms or dropping off documents with people on your floor.

She drops her briefcase one day and you gentlemanly retrieve it for her. Perfect! Now you can strike up a conversation!

So, you ask, what do you do around here?

She looks you straight in the eye and tells you if she told you she might have to kill you. She then demands to see your security pass.

Shaken, you hand it over. She looks at it, sighs, hands it back and walks away.

You resolve to attempt online dating again, meeting girls in real life is just too weird. At least on the Internet you can expect the unexpected.

Because I've always kinda wondered if there were jobs so classified that if someone asked your security classification that you had to ask to see how high their classification was to see if it was high enough that they were allowed to know.

I imagine that this could also make water cooler or elevator encounters awkward.

Want to know what else makes things weird? Hats.

That's me. Help! My imagination ran away with me and now I don't know where I am.

SpAmmy

I can't sleep again

So I can't sleep...again. So here we are, you lucky bastards you. Jay gave me a ton a good books I haven't read yet and I'll get to one of those soon. But for the moment you're stuck.

I have recently realized that I don't have a good way to blow off steam anymore. Work has been slightly frustrating this week and I haven't done anything specific to make myself feel better. But witty banter and smart ass housemates help, as well as turning the lights off and plugging in to awesome music.

However I think it's all for the best that I missed the toenail painting party in our living room this evening. My housemates are fucking crazy. Probably why I like em so much. I'm pretty happy that in a month everyone will be back...even if the job means I won't be around as much as I'd like. But I'll make it work.

I'd like to think I'm usually more complicated than this, but really? It's so true

Bonus points for grammar. Grammer? Grammar? This spellcheck is failing.

Earlier this week someone called me "nice". Umm what? You barely even know me! I could eat babies or violate giraffes or something, how do you know.

.......

Not that I do those things, cause giraffes don't deserve it cause they can't say no, and I'm like 90% sure babies taste terrible.

But still, nice is a terrible way to describe a dude. Nice guys finish last? I WOULDN'T KNOW. Maybe they were confusing nice with polite. But I'm a terrible terrible person. However I try to say please and thank you and I tip well. But nobody who knows anything about me could say that I was "nice" with a straight face. Read past entries and try it. I DARE YOU.

Hey look, music without screaming or angry. I must be mellowing in my old age.



That's me. 2 whole weekends in Toronto. Birthday. Edgefest. Wonderland. Jay's game. CN tower. Niagara Falls. A date. A second date. Karaoke. Drunken antics. Sober antics. I'm having a helluva month.

SpAmmy