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Monday, July 24, 2006

Quickly...

Volleyball

Crap, I've got to go to bed. I will finish this later.

Hope you had a great weekend!

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Clarified Butter

Prompted by multiple questions on the subject... I feel a clarification is in order.

If I have the inclination, motivation, and twisted sense to prefix someone's number with bogus 9's, I also know that it's not someone that I should invest any more in either. 9's are the new black. Blacklist that is.

Call off the dogs, there's no need to glock-9 my 9's! Thank you extremely much for your collective concern though - it really means a lot!

In this very personal social experiment that I've initiated, several things have happened. I've been surprised by the fact that I've been able to successfully fool myself. I mean, I've tried setting my clock time ten minutes fast, but when the alarm goes off - I know and still sleep ten minutes past the time I know I "have" to get my ass out of bed. I've been appalled at my lack of self-restraint, yet proud I found a solution that allows me the instant gratification in the moment without the consequences of the past. It has also taught me to realize when enough is enough. Drinking to the point of idiotic behavior that fosters the need for this type of self-manipulation is retarded.

And my head feels so much clearer since I've found and taken action on the root cause. Which is: I can hang with the boys, but I can't drink-for-drink hang with the boys. Duh.

So I'm good now. But if the FCC ever decides to implement a 999 area code, I'm screwed.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Trick or Treat

I played a trick on myself the other day.

So I had a brilliant idea.

I'm notorious. Ok, only semi-notorious, for making drunk phone calls I regret in the morning.

So my resolution? Add a few 9's before the number.

This has worked successfully a total of 2 times.

Fast-forward to the week after 9'ing the guy. I innocently day-time text him and he doesn't respond. I figure he's busy at work or maybe he's in a no-service location. After all, he does have less-than-stellar cellular.

Then I realize it's been 9 hours and surely by now he's been home within the digital network. And in the midst of my quasi-crazy what-could-he-be-thinking rationalization I realize: I CHANGED HIS NUMBER IN MY PHONE. Only someone at the 999-952-###-#### might have responded.

And that's how I played a trick on myself.

Happy 4th of July!

Lesson: Metamorphasizing numbers is effective only if you remember to retreat when you actually want to connect.

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