Joe's Wooden Finger

So Joe bashed his knuckles into the oil pan this weekend and was praying to all gods that he wouldn't have to go to the hospital on a Saturday to get stitches. Apparently all accidents happen on Saturdays and it doesn't matter what is wrong with you (say you've been shot by a rival gang member) you'll be sitting in the waiting room.

Luckily no one's said 'dude, you should really go to the hospital for that', so he took it as an indication that everything would be ok. He's got a popsicle stick taped to it to prevent from bending his finger and opening up the gash even wider. I looked at it yesterday and it's quite clean but a little black and blue from the bash it took.

Needless to say he was upset that it was his beer drinking hand. I'm a little upset because he uses that hand for lots of other things. Not only that but he keeps putting his keys in his right pockets and then can't get them out. You never really realize how important your right ring finger is until it's out of commission.

Well look at it this way Joe. You're that much closer to having a hook for a hand and fulfilling your life long dream of being a pirate. Aargh!

Man's Best Friend

I tore up my stomach Saturday night at Natron's birthday party. I felt like I had to vomit but I couldn't. It was so bad. But I had a great time nonetheless. That's a pretty cool crowd to be at a party with. They aren't too numbskulled.

The more Joe and I see dogs, the more Joe wants a puppy. I always see that tear just about ready to form in his eye when he starts thinking about his own puppy. There was a nice looking one-year old boxer there that was very well behaved. We were very impressed with that dog. And then there was a little 18 month old black something, I forget, that was so cute. It belongs in a laundry softener commercial. He keeps watching that Dog Whisperer show on the National Geographic channel- or whatever- and he sees these dogs. He gets all excited and then tells me about these poor little dogs that need to be taken better care of.

Joe even has a name picked out, if we get a boy dog -- Pibber. Named after the great party beer Pabst Blue Ribbon. I can actually imagine Joe out in the backyard playing with a new black lab puppy. That would be so cute.

Me, I'm still attached to Felony. I don't think any cute animal could come between me and the baloney. He's much too cute and handsome to come second banana to a newbie.

Until then, we will only be dreaming of little Pibber.

I'm Obsessed About A Girl

So basically the whole reason I've come back is because I've become compulsively obsessed about Kate Simmerson. I don't know what the deal is, but she really gets under my skin. I've felt crappy for the last two days and she's made me second guess myself. How dare she!

I just feel like she's out there and being the life of the party. While Joe loses his old friends because he's with me. I realize I'll never be part of a certain point in his life and that the only things I can do is forge new memories that he'll cherish more than the times he had in high school. But believe me, it's really hard to do.

I think that now that i've gotten these ill feelings out on the table, I can move forward. That is until I see her again and that nasty smirk she has.

I'm back and I think I have things to actually say now.

OK Kids. I'm back and I think I have things to actually say now. So hopefully this will get a little more interesting for you now instead of reading about me at work. That was so boring.

I have people that irk me to talk about and things to complain about and I've come back to finally get things off my chest.

I'll gather my thoughts and come back with some fresh ideas.

See you then.