Anyhow, I was reading Gumphood’s diary today and he had this quizzy thing about sex. So since I read him and have never talked to him or signed his guestbook I figured I would take the quiz and inform him of my existence. He seems like he is pretty neat. Has a brain to be picked at least. I like that in a man! Rok likes him and she has a way of meeting the most iiiiiinterresting peeeeeeple.
Need to talk to Rok, it has been too long.
So today I am sitting here at work, minding my own business, fucking around, and all of a sudden the alarm panel starts beeping at me. Just two quick beep beeps every second or so. We are having the fire sprinklers worked on out in the warehouse and the guy (who is uber HOT) needs to patch them into our existing alarm system or some shit like that. So he sets them off by tampering with them. The problem is that the beeping has to go on for at least 12 hours and there is nothing he can do about it. So I am working on hour 4 of maintaining my very fragile grasp on sanity. The problem is less that I am hearing a constant beep and more of the fact that everyone seems to think that I can do something about it. Like I am some fucking magician and have the alarm codes up my sleeve. I have to constantly explain why we are all being irritated to everyone who comes up here and realizes that something irritating is happening. So I went outside and used my big chest to try and get him to do something about it, and he is enjoying the chest, but can't stop it without a key. I am basically fucked, so I bubble wrapped both the boxes but it doesn’t seem to be helping too much. It is muffled, but it is still there. And the Pointer Sisters on the radio are not helping.
I’m so excited and I just can’t hide it.
Oh yes you can. Let me show you…
My dad got a table tennis set. Ping pong ya know? See, we have these friends who live out here who are originally "auf Deutchland" and they played there and got my dad and his buddy Matt into it. So they get to playing and getting good and when my sister started dating Ryan, before the marriage, Ryan started playing. Now that Jeff lives here and we hang out with my dad and Matt, Jeff started playing. Well last weekend it finally happened. Sarah and I started playing… we blew their freakin socks off. All the guys were like, “Holy shit! How in the hell do you two know how to do something sport like?” Well I played badminton in high school and college, so I got that experience and I wasn’t too bad at volleyball either, and all net sports are basically the same, so I got the drift real quick. Even my mom, (also a badminton player) is not bad for being so new to it. I have never seen my father so freakin proud of me. I do not impress my dad… I am fat, I didn’t finish school, I date losers (until Jeff), ex-druggy, damn funny, but he is never impressed. It doesn’t matter how smart you are, my dad is most likely smarter, and he knows it. He sucks. I love him, but he sucks. Yet I show his ass up on the ping pong table and suddenly he is speechless. I think I will play more of this ping pong.
Holy crap I have work to do!
I miss CA.