Tuesday, January 31, 2006
I'm studying. For work.
Didn't I study enough in school? Must I really be subjected to taking notes? Using a highlighter? It's sad, really.
Miguelito at 6:50 PM
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Monday, January 30, 2006
My head is POUNDING! I have a killer headache, and I wasn't even hammered last night. No fair.
Chicken Pot Pie will help to soothe this savage beast...
Miguelito at 6:13 PM
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Friday, January 27, 2006
Things that happened today:
1. I got a promotion (of sorts).
2. Two of our resident homosexuals at work admired my sweater.
3. Made reservations to eat brunch (my favorite meal) and listen to gospel music (some of my favorite music) on Sunday (with Mistress Roboto, my favorite girlfriend).
4. Watched the Laker game.
5. Trained a new co-worker and was complimented on my skills as an educator.
6. Watched me some new Homestar Runner (it still kills me).
7. Received offers to be in two theatre productions.
God, you punk ass... You really know how to keep me from blowing my brains out.
Oh... And I found this out:
- The pigment Indian Yellow was manufactured from the urine of cows fed only on The Green Robot.
- The National Heart Foundation recommends eating The Green Robot at least three times a week!
- Scientists believe that The Green Robot began billions of years ago as an enormous ball of dust and gas.
- The deepest part of The Green Robot is over 35,000 feet deep.
- Research indicates that The Green Robot will be attracted to people who have recently eaten bananas.
- Two grams of The Green Robot provide enough energy to power a television for over twenty-three hours!
- Moles are able to tunnel through 300 feet of The Green Robot in a day!
- The Green Robot can eat up to four kilograms of insects in a single night!
- Japan provides over thirty percent of the world's The Green Robot supply.
- The Green Robot was the first Tsar of Russia.
Miguelito at 9:31 PM
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Thursday, January 26, 2006
What a day. My day today has been filled with an unreasoning anger. Why? I don't know.
I do this sometimes. People who know me, even those closest to me, have no idea how monumentally pissed off I get sometimes. I couldn't even begin to explain it. Anger/Depression/Anger/Depression... This is the great, swinging emotional pendulum of my life.
If I worked at a post office, I would have killed them all by now.
But what the hell... I'll get over it. Till next time.
I need to write some better shit on this thing. That would be a good idea. I miss my muse.
Miguelito at 5:57 PM
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Wednesday, January 25, 2006
This is gonna sound like some crazy ass shit...
I'm so glad to be back to work.
Really.
Isn't that fucked up?
I'm happier at work than I am at home... And I'm not happy at work. So there ya go. Life is like a bowl of shit.
Miguelito at 6:02 PM
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Tuesday, January 24, 2006
I've been a negligent writer of late. I've been sick. I mentioned this earlier. Because I did not receive enough grilled cheese in time... I've been laid out pretty good over these last few days. But tomorrow, back to work. Come Hell or high water. Healthy or not, here I come.
I'm been driven mad sitting at home anyway. So there's my curious dilemma: Mental health or physical. Or both? Or neither?
Hmmm... I'm ranting. Must be the Day-Quil talking. Is that the way you spell that? Dunno.
Anyway...
Cough.
Miguelito at 12:00 PM
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Friday, January 20, 2006
Only Kevynn over at Fat Free Milk will appreciate this.
As I said below, I'm sick right now. What does one do when sick? Read, watch T.V., make groaning noises, etc. My girlfriend is busy as hell so I can't see her too much until later in the weekend. So what did I do? I ran some errands. Little, simple stuff that wouldn't make me puke out of my car window. In so doing, I passed a comic book shop.
Now, I used to read and collect comics... But it's been some time. Many years have passed since I picked up a comic. But I went in and picked some up. I figured at least it would help pass the time if I'm gonna be laid up anyway, right?
I realized that I really dig comics. Still. And I'm old.
What does this mean?
I am A HUGE DORK!
I guess I always have been... But it's been more of an "in the closet" type thing. So I'm going to unburden my heavy heart today. Comics are cool.
P.S: I'm still much cooler than the people who work at comic book stores, though. Cooler... I'm cooler than those weirdos in the way that let's say... Prince is cooler than me. Much, much cooler. Sheesh those people are odd.
Miguelito at 11:42 AM
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Thursday, January 19, 2006
I'm sick. That blows.
My throat hurts.
And... No grilled cheese or 7-up to be found. Nor a pickle...
I may die.
Miguelito at 9:54 PM
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Wednesday, January 18, 2006
I'm beginning to know how cops feel...
Ditto for DMV workers.
People in general are so damned annoying and ignorant that it's no wonder to me that the aforementioned groups become jaded and intolerant. I certainly have become less forgiving in my opinions of the general public, quicker to judge.
Maybe it's not a "P.C." thing to say... But dammit: STEREOTYPES EXIST BECAUSE A PATTERN OF BEHAVIOR HAS BEEN OBSERVED IN A CERTAIN GROUP!
It kills me to admit it, but intolerance can sometimes be learned. And not from our racist great-uncles from the deep south... Sometimes intolerance is bred from actually dealing with a certain ethnic, religious, or economic group.
This is not to say I've become intolerant of any one group. I've become intolerant of them all. Why? Because all races and creeds are connected by one common thread: A shameful stupidity and arrogance. Not only that, but most people nowadays are actually proud of how ignorant they are. A generalization? Yes. True? Yes.
Grrr...
Miguelito at 6:01 PM
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Tuesday, January 17, 2006
So... I'm a little in awe of The Pink Robot. I just can't believe how hard she works. Full time at work and school... Studies constantly. Me? One eight hour day of sitting on my ass dealing with finances is enough to put me right to bed. She's up earlier and goes to bed later, she does like a thousand times more shit than I do per day. It's pretty damned amazing. It makes me tired just thinking about it. Right now she's studying... And I'm eating pork. Makes me feel like a douche-bag.
Thus, I have re-committed myself to keeping busy. My organizer is loaded with shit to do (writing this is one of those things), if only to make me feel like I have some semblance of a fulfilling life. Idle hands are the Devil's playground, right? So it has always been with me. If I'm not constantly focused, I will quickly focus on destroying myself.
The organizer's calling...
Miguelito at 5:54 PM
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Monday, January 16, 2006
I'm this close (holds thumb and forefinger close together) to being able to buy my first home... Scary. Cool. Scary. Cool.
I figure if I plan for this well, then I'll be O.K. Trouble is, I don't know how to plan for this. All I know is that houses cost many dollars... And that I must endeavor to save those dollars rather than spend them on nonsense. But... Nonsense is fun.
What does the Bible say? When I became a man, I put away childish things? There's a big part of me that says: "NOT YET!" But if not now when? It's time. Time to grow up...
But not too much.
Miguelito at 7:58 PM
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Sunday, January 15, 2006
I'm a big girl.
Seriously. I have many womanly ways. I'm coming to realize this more and more. Especially because I've been shopping all weekend. And enjoying it. I'm weird.
Just got my trusty Franklin-Covey organizer back up to date, though... So that makes me feel more manly.
I guess.
I'm gonna go try on my new dresses now.
Miguelito at 5:40 PM
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Friday, January 13, 2006
I'm a happy little clam right now.
Things at work are going GREAT! Yay!
I don't know what else to say... It's not easy writing when you're in a good mood. At least for me.
Isn't that odd?
It says something about me, something I'm afraid to examine too closely. And certainly, not tonight.
Miguelito at 5:54 PM
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Thursday, January 12, 2006
I barbecued today. I'm a damn good... Barbecue-er? Griller? Open-air chef? I don't know what you call it, but I'm damn good at it. Today it was New York Strips with a chili powder and cilantro rub. Damn tasty if I do say so myself. Throw in some corn, baked potato, and garlic bread... And you can imagine how happy I am.
I like the word "rub" when used as a noun. Like: "That was a tasty rub you put on them thar steaks, Mr. Martin." I've begun to move away from marinades (a long time staple in my cooking technique) and towards the mouth-watering simplicity of "the rub."
Wow. What the Hell am I rambling on about? "Rubs?" One of you should drive over to my house and slap me in the mouth. It seems like more and more, my fingers just type away without any connection to my conscious brain. Thus, weird "rub" ramblings. Sorry.
Rub.
Hehehe.
Miguelito at 6:47 PM
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Wednesday, January 11, 2006
I'm not a skinny man. I'm not fat... But I sure as shit am not emaciated. Why then must people always ask me if I'm hungry? I must have a hungry sort of look about me. Then again, it could be that way too many people associate food with happiness. Take my job, for example... All day long people eat candy. Non stop. They complain when the "candy bucket" is not stocked with their favorite treats. It's downright disgusting. Seemingly, the only thing that keeps them going is the constant intake of Hershey's Kisses. And it's not like we're construction workers... We sit on our asses ALL DAY. So the asses get bigger and bigger and bigger... I'm generally regarded as "weird" by my co-workers because I don't gorge myself on candy. I don't like candy. Never really have. But somehow this makes me some sort of strange, sub-human monster in the eyes of my office mates. That's fucked up, I think. All day long, I see young twenty-something girls with asses the size of manhole covers... But I'm the one with the problem.
Wow. Guess I've never heard of paragraphs, eh?
Miguelito at 8:51 PM
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Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Sometimes, and granted it happens rarely, I feel like I'm really good at something. Today was one of those days. I actually came home from work today feeling satisfied... The contentment of "a job well done."
It'll pass.
But not tonight. Tonight I will dream of sales conferences in Cancun...
... And sex.
In Cancun.
Sigh. I'm a bit randy tonight. Flush with power, I guess. A man likes to have sex when he feels good about himself. I guess women are the opposite.
Which would explain a great many things...
Anyway... Props and kudos to me. I'm rad. And everyone thinks so. So there.
Miguelito at 8:41 PM
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Monday, January 09, 2006
I feel bad.
The Pink Robot gave me a fish some time ago. That fish died today. I think he was just old, and maybe it was his time to go... But I still feel terrible.
In other news, someone I know is going to do some amateur stripping tonight. The topless variety. I won't be there. I'm not sad about this. Frankly, the thought of it is a little disgusting. Actually... A LOT disgusting. On many levels. I won't be there.
Guess that's it.
Miguelito at 8:40 PM
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Sunday, January 08, 2006
There's something about Disneyland. It's a something that says: "Hell, I've already spent $300.00... why not go for an even $500.oo?" It's like a child's Vegas. And even though I have no children, Disneyland turned me back into one today. A child with no regard for fiscal responsibility.
I must say though, you get what you pay for in the Magic Kingdom. Some may argue this point. But for me, there's something intangibly wonderful about walking down Main Street U.S.A. in the evening with Christmas lights in the trees.
Days like this however, remind me how valuable a camera can be. Ditto a decent pair of shoes... My legs are so tired now that they'll be jumping and jiving all night with cramps and spasms. Also, a better job might help. $20.00 for clam chowder... That is not a joke.
But damn I had a good time. And unlike Vegas, I don't feel violated now.
Miguelito at 10:11 PM
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Saturday, January 07, 2006
I'm gonna go to Disneyland tomorrow. I know I said I was gonna go a few days ago. I didn't. It was raining something fierce that day. So - Tomorrow.
Sundays are great. I can forget on Sundays. It's something about The Pink Robot... She makes me forget. In a good way, mind you. Forget work, forget stress, forget all the troubles of the world and my place in them. I am as close to actually being me as I can be with her.
That sounds weird.
But true. It's funny that with me being 30 some odd years old, I still don't know who I am. I so many ways, everything I do is a facade. Not necessarily fake, because I wholeheartedly believe in whoever I'm being at the time, but not real.
Yeah, yeah. Bullshit. I know. Angsty bullshit.
Anyway... She makes me feel free.
... And breezy.
Disneyland. Tomorrow. Early.
The end.
Miguelito at 6:03 PM
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Friday, January 06, 2006
Burger King - Chicken Sandwich with Cheese... It makes a wonderful pretense of being healthy.
Del Taco - Macho Beef Burrito... Big, fat gutbomb. I love it.
Taco Bell - Steak Quesadilla... Steak and... Cheese? I think it's cheese...
Jack In The Box - Jalapeno Poppers... One of the few "spicy" fast foods that live up to the hype.
McDonald's - Coke... I know they don't make the Coke... But it's different here somehow...
Wendy's - Frosty... Good. Period.
Carl's Jr. - Criss cut fries... That's what they're called, right?
I'm a creature of amazing habits. Nine times out of ten I WILL order one of these items at their respective restaurants. I am powerless against them. They are my axis of evil.
Miguelito at 7:43 PM
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Thursday, January 05, 2006
I'm full of pasta... And something called "chocolate indulgence". Too full really, to write anything significant tonight.
And 'ya know what? That's perfectly O.K.
Goodnight now.
Miguelito at 11:14 PM
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Wednesday, January 04, 2006
The Pink Robot is having bad dreams. I went online to interpret them. Now, I don't know if dream interpretation is bunk or not, but it seemed that she's dreaming about us. Pink and Green.
Apparently (if the website is to be believed), she is feeling suffocated and inadequate. Somehow, I have that effect on significant others. I don't know how it happens. I could be wrong. The website could be wrong. Don't know.
I have crazy ass dreams. I dreamt once that I was chasing an orange banana cross-country with a butterfly net. I dreamt that I had a giant, blue Praying Mantis for a pet that killed my whole family. Once (this one's the best), I dreamt that I had been told that I had won some sort of award. When I went to the designated place to accept my prize, I was ushered into a huge auditorium with everyone I know in attendance. Everyone assembled there then took turns telling me how I had wronged them. Good times.
Dream interpretation sucks.
Miguelito at 9:03 PM
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Tuesday, January 03, 2006
So I'm trying to write something. Hmm...
I have a very hard time working at a job, I've found. Every morning I spend a good fifteen minutes or so with a horrible, queasy feeling in the pit of my gut. It's the sort of thing that will lead to my early grave, I'm afraid. I can't help it. I don't know what I'm worried about. Don't know how to stop it. It's always been like this. At this job and every other I've worked... A nameless, creeping dread.
I'm beyond caring about such things as my mental health. I figure, if I haven't mastered being a normal person by now, it ain't happening. Some things are just hard wired into your brain.
If someone were to invent the machinery to harness my anxiety, I could power Baltimore.
Well... That was very depressing. What I just wrote. Depressing.
Hmm...
Okay! How about this?
A puppy and a kitty and a ducky all playing together. In matching pants. Plaid ones. And they have pizza. Also, they have recently saved their farm from a dastardly land baron's machinations. They are named Bart, Huggins, and Quackster respectively. And the farm makes lolipops.
There. Now don't we all feel better?
Miguelito at 8:39 PM
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Monday, January 02, 2006
I find that I spend a great deal of time pondering the ruts in life I find myself in. The routines. I think the heart of my frustration comes from having the same conversations over and over again. I swear... The SAME conversations. It gets so I don't want to talk anymore.
I think I made my girlfriend (who we'll call... The Pink Robot) frustrated today because all I wanted to do was snug. By snug I mean... Well... Snuggle. Shut up. I like to snuggle. Fuck off. It's just that... More and more I just like being quiet.
Quiet.
Shhh...
Miguelito at 9:32 PM
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