Finally out of work! What a hectic week, as usual. Whenever there is a commerce push, I'm always delayed doing my normal work. I'm not sure who's fault it is for all the delays, if it's people dicking around or what. But it's quite frustrating. I was also getting changes Friday Morning when I should have them all by Thursday morning at the latest. Being the email kamakazi that I am (email is suuuuuuuch a good way to communicate), I replied with some bitchy emails remarks and beseeched my boss to "set a standard" or something, set a weekly due date. If people change their minds about what they want on the site, then they will have to put that request in for the next week. Normally I don't mind late requests, but with 5 other things going on in the week preventing me to even start all the other requests people have given me, I went off.

I'm waiting for David to pick me up. We're going to Palm Springs for the weekend and staying with Kelly. I knew Kelly before I met David; David and Kelly have been friends for over 20 years. I've pseudo-slept with Kelly (fooled around, I guess); I've been intimate with David, going to dinner, sleeping in his bed, but haven't had sex. I know that David was interested in me, and I've distanced myself from him so he'll lose interest. I want to definately sleep with Kelly again, but I would feel bad about David. Kelly probably wouldn't have me anyway since I'm back at my pinacle of portliness. I'm wearing burgundy pants I bought back in Atlanta, and they're tight on me when 6 months ago no belt of mine could keep them on me!

Speaking of weight, I joined 24hr Fitness once again. I stopped going last March I think, because of electronic withdrawl issues I was having with them - they were taking too much money out or something to that effect. I had been paying $15 a month when I was going because my roommate is also a member, and I joined on his account. Apparently in the last 8 months, they've raised their family member rates to $28. I inquired about a $19 a month offer I saw advertised somewhere and was told that membership has restrictions; you're limited to work out either on a Monday-Wednesday-Friday-Saturday or Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday-Sunday schedule. This is a better choice, so I went with it, though I don't have a checking account (I'm switching banks at the moment), so I had to pay $75 for a one-month membership and I have until December 28th to transfer my membership over to the $19/month membership, paying the $138 difference from the one-month membership. I'm looking forward to working out once again, but not during the Winter - it's sooo damn cold. Well, for San Diego. It's in the mid-50s, and it kills me already just getting out of bed and from the warmth of my comforter. I about pass out getting out of the shower in the morning, the cool air biting at my wet body. So I really am not joygastic about the possibility of waking in the AM or going to work out in the late PM (work is so unaccomodating until I get my car next month) when it's freezing outside and I've been manically sweating.

Today's the last day of November, my favorite month....Travis would have been 13 yesterday. My grandmother would have been 66 on November 19th. Sara turned...how old??! I don't know, but her birthday and Sam's 23 birthday was on November 23rd. And Deanna, Melissa and my birthday were all on the 26th. I ended up going out Wednesday night to celebrate on my own. I didn't notice that Matt was there, and he said, "Fine, Josh, don't say hi," which invited a reply of "okay." He didn't talk to me at all, and left without me even noticing. Troy was there, and he was fun. I think Paige was hitting on him; Troy looked like a trapped animal, so I slurched over to where he was to rescue Troy. We went to Jack in the Box afterward, not helping my diet but certainly satiating the jumbo jack craving I was having.

Okay it's been over 2 months since Pensive Soul had made an update. I always worry when I don't see periodic posts; I assume the worst, such as a car accident or serious operating has happened and is keeping the author away from the computer, God forbid. "News bulletin: After months and months, so and so has been found dead." All this time I've thought this person has been alive, referring to this person in the present. I had that happen with an Aunt of mine; I found out she had died 6 months prior. NOT only was it hard for me to accept my Aunt's death more so than any other death because of the delay, but it was also hard for the people who had known of her death to deal with my new knowledge; they had to relive her death through my being notified.

I just had an issue with capitalizing God. Errrr. Do.....not......conform.....you......latent.....conformist!

I ended up staying home, ordering KFC and watching the Carol Burnett special. I was supposed to go to Troy's house to watch AbFab, but he didn't call me back after he got home from his dinner with Billy and Joey. I found out today that he had been busy with the tempestuous Matt psychodrama. I don't feel so bad anymore about Sunday, now that I found out about what Matt did. I just need counselling; Matt needs restraining jackets and shock therapy.

It's my party, and I'll be a bitch if I want to...

Apparently I insulted every single person except Troy at my wake/birthday party yesterday. I feel awful today, but in retrospect, I remember being really pissed off at everyone and everything. I was in a horrible mood, and that coupled with alcohol and having to hang out with the "friends of friends," none of whom I know at all, does not constitute "good times." I'll get over it. And personally, I don't care if no one else gets over it. (Tell us how you really feel!) I know I will care, but I'm in the midst of holiday/birthday blues, so I'm a bit preoccupied with myself. Actually, I don't feel bad that I was so rude to everyone and insulted people; I feel bad about not feeling bad. God, what a bitch!

I wonder who I can insult tonight now that it's really my birthday.

Harumph! I ended up working late Friday, until about 9 or 9:30. Of course I went out to the Loft until 2am this morning instead of going to bed like I should. I left work with things pending, and I told everyone I'd be back at 7 or 8am; I came in at 10. Oh well. It's a good thing I came in; there were errors on the website. We "push" our main web changes Sunday night at 11:59pm to go live first thing Monday morning. For reasons I'd rather forget (though none of them my fault, of course), information that wasn't supposed to be up until Monday went live, so I had to rebuild all our pages for our Consumer segment and repromote those to go live immediately once done in QA.

Anyway, I'm still here at work; Troy's picking me up in 1/2 hr, so I'm not doing anything else for work (that's why I'm posting more than a few sentences for the first time in 3...4...weeks). I've worked 31 hours of overtime this week - woohoo! Getting a car is getting more feasible! I should do that, but I'm so tempted to get a computer finally. Or a desk. Or the responsible thing: pay off bills (I'm almost default on my student loan). But tonight, I think I shall buy a playstation or something - I'm really in the mood to play final fantasy or something. I was thinking earlier about Super Mario Brothers and how much I loved that game. I also thought of Street Fighter II; this game came out 10 years ago when I was in 8th grade. I remember thinking back in 1991 how awesome and cool that game was, and in retrospect it's somewhat antiquated.

I am really not looking forward to my birthday this month (as opposed to my birthday any other month). That reminds me: Dee Ann caught an oxymoron I was in the process of making. I was talking to her canceling our plans Thursday night to go out while typing an email to several co-workers describing the current conundrum I was thus far caught in. I read as I typed the email: "and I'm a bit overwhelmed..." trying to find the right word for exhausted without sounding melodramatic, and Dee Ann immediately pointed out my oxymoron. That's okay; I catch her on things like that too; we're both grammatically pedantic. I still have to find out why she isn't posting here.

As I was saying before my stream of conscious writing took a turn, I'm not excited about turning 23. My Grandmother's birthday would have been in 2 days, always a week before mine. So I'm kind of down about that, not to mention having to substitute a "3" for my comfortable "2."

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I'm still at work...I'm going on 19 hrs now.... yawn. Corporate whore? Diligent employee/Conscientious work? I'm not really bothered by it... the work has to be done, and I would rather sacrific a Thursday night and not Friday. Beside, the money's good since I got a raise, and I do enjoy my new responsibilities. I'll describe them sometime; I'm too busy now -- back to work!

God damn... Troy and Matt - so much drama. It's like I work at a day care or something. Wo-hoo, my first weekend post in like 2 months. I need my own gosh darn PC.

I swear I will post sometime soon.... busy at work!

I should note that my diet lasted a day. I'm so lazy, grrrr. Let's get motivated, "Let's get physical, physical".

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