My pants are tight.
Nov. 1st, 2001 01:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twicketfaceStupid lack of self-control. Ok, really now. No more than one mini-candy bar per day. I mean it.
Shortly before leaving work, Marie called to let me know that she stopped to get candy for the trick or treaters and asked if I wanted to pick up some supper. So I swung by Hardees on the way home and got a few burgers and some fries. Headed home and had supper. While I one day hope to be completely meat free, last night’s burger tasted really, really good. Afterwards, my body was telling me (and anyone else within sniffing distance) that I wasn’t used to that much meat and fat in one serving. I figure I’ll be good for a week or so, hopefully more. Depends on what they serve at the wedding this weekend.
Despite the supply of Butterfingers and Crunch bars on hand, not a single trick or treater decided to stop by. Damn kids! Spent the rest of the night finishing up my Mad Magazine collection (on CD-ROM) and finishing Slaughterhouse Five. Vonnegut rules. I’ll be starting To Kill A Mockingbird at lunch today. Never read it before.
Went to bed early and woke up early, feeling rested. There is nothing that puts me in a better mood than a restful night’s sleep. Have I mentioned I’m rather square?
I’m wearing a newer shirt today, and feel rather suave. And my favorite pair of dress pants too. They are navy blue and really soft. I thought they were ruined because they had two huge blotches of gel candle spots on them (a result of them being in a box together in my trunk for a week while Marie and I were off gallivanting around in St. Lucia). I put them in the freezer and they peeled right off. Go me.
I think I need to post the baked ravioli recipe in my LJ (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dream4distance, I’m looking in your direction) since it is totally great and would go well with the butterscotch applesauce cake. Perhaps tonight?
Julie is coming over for dinner, which should be a blast. She’s going to get a Papa Murphy’s pizza en route and possibly watch our wedding video when she gets to our place. She’s great to just shoot the breeze with, and hopefully I can get some pictures of her with my camera, as the only ones I have of her is us at Mongo’s during a work outing (when we both worked for AAL) and one with her head turned when she and Joy came to celebrate my birthday. Hope I remember.
I guess that’s about all for now. I get to leave early today since I had to go early to the seminar on Tuesday. Might stop to get my oil changed or might just go home and play on-line. Or kick some ass, Diablo II style.
Random thoughts of the day:
Some douchbag that lives in the same apartment complex (but not building) was behind me as I was pulling out from our private apartment road onto Main St. There were cars coming from both ways and I was turning left. One of the cars in the distance appeared to be going faster than he really was, and I would have had time to turn. Said douchebag honks his horn at me, and as I look in my rear view mirror, he throws his hands up in the air, like I’m some sort of moron. Anyway, I turned and so did he. Turns out that we both had to get to another one of the main streets near our apartment to reach our destination. I took one way and he took the other and I ended up ahead of him again. We were both turning left again and as soon as we both turned, he zoomed into the other lane and roared past me. I couldn’t help but notice the Nascar sticker in his rear view window. I love being in front of people in a hurry. Hey, if you ride my ass, I’m going to do everything in my power to slow you down.
I’m alarmed at the number of people who use personal email addresses to apply for jobs. Sorry, weeddude420@weedmail.com if I don’t get back to you, post haste. I’m not in favor of discrimination, but it is up to the job seeker to present themselves in the best light possible.
I’m hungry for egg salad.
Shortly before leaving work, Marie called to let me know that she stopped to get candy for the trick or treaters and asked if I wanted to pick up some supper. So I swung by Hardees on the way home and got a few burgers and some fries. Headed home and had supper. While I one day hope to be completely meat free, last night’s burger tasted really, really good. Afterwards, my body was telling me (and anyone else within sniffing distance) that I wasn’t used to that much meat and fat in one serving. I figure I’ll be good for a week or so, hopefully more. Depends on what they serve at the wedding this weekend.
Despite the supply of Butterfingers and Crunch bars on hand, not a single trick or treater decided to stop by. Damn kids! Spent the rest of the night finishing up my Mad Magazine collection (on CD-ROM) and finishing Slaughterhouse Five. Vonnegut rules. I’ll be starting To Kill A Mockingbird at lunch today. Never read it before.
Went to bed early and woke up early, feeling rested. There is nothing that puts me in a better mood than a restful night’s sleep. Have I mentioned I’m rather square?
I’m wearing a newer shirt today, and feel rather suave. And my favorite pair of dress pants too. They are navy blue and really soft. I thought they were ruined because they had two huge blotches of gel candle spots on them (a result of them being in a box together in my trunk for a week while Marie and I were off gallivanting around in St. Lucia). I put them in the freezer and they peeled right off. Go me.
I think I need to post the baked ravioli recipe in my LJ (
dream4distance, I’m looking in your direction) since it is totally great and would go well with the butterscotch applesauce cake. Perhaps tonight?Julie is coming over for dinner, which should be a blast. She’s going to get a Papa Murphy’s pizza en route and possibly watch our wedding video when she gets to our place. She’s great to just shoot the breeze with, and hopefully I can get some pictures of her with my camera, as the only ones I have of her is us at Mongo’s during a work outing (when we both worked for AAL) and one with her head turned when she and Joy came to celebrate my birthday. Hope I remember.
I guess that’s about all for now. I get to leave early today since I had to go early to the seminar on Tuesday. Might stop to get my oil changed or might just go home and play on-line. Or kick some ass, Diablo II style.
Random thoughts of the day:
Some douchbag that lives in the same apartment complex (but not building) was behind me as I was pulling out from our private apartment road onto Main St. There were cars coming from both ways and I was turning left. One of the cars in the distance appeared to be going faster than he really was, and I would have had time to turn. Said douchebag honks his horn at me, and as I look in my rear view mirror, he throws his hands up in the air, like I’m some sort of moron. Anyway, I turned and so did he. Turns out that we both had to get to another one of the main streets near our apartment to reach our destination. I took one way and he took the other and I ended up ahead of him again. We were both turning left again and as soon as we both turned, he zoomed into the other lane and roared past me. I couldn’t help but notice the Nascar sticker in his rear view window. I love being in front of people in a hurry. Hey, if you ride my ass, I’m going to do everything in my power to slow you down.
I’m alarmed at the number of people who use personal email addresses to apply for jobs. Sorry, weeddude420@weedmail.com if I don’t get back to you, post haste. I’m not in favor of discrimination, but it is up to the job seeker to present themselves in the best light possible.
I’m hungry for egg salad.
