More Excitement

Yea, it comes tomorrow! My new Motorola V620 phone.

It was a Good Day

Let me start over from the title. It started out as kind of a shitty day, because I was severely tired at 8:30 a.m. and slightly hung over. I was pretty bitchy and grumpy after waking up (sorry, Chris). However, once we were on the road, I started feeling better. Once we got to MACI (Madison Correctional Institute), I was in good spirits and was excited to see our friend. It got even better, because when we went to sign in, it took a lot less time than the last time we went there. This was only our second time visiting. Then, our friend came in not too long after and we had a good 4 hours of visiting time. Nothing was strained, there was no awkwardness, it was truly a great visit. The best part about this particular friend is that, given our different circumstances, we manage to find similar topics (everyday kinds of things) to talk about. Of course, we did the catching up thing regarding other friends, family, and day-to-day occurences. But, after a few minutes of chatting, it was like we were sitting in either one's living room, just shooting the shit. Four hours went by in no time. We are planning on visiting him again sometime in September.

On the way to and from MACI, we were in Chris's Cabrio with the top down. I had to be all white trash, since I'm originally from the west side, so that I could work on my Provincetown base tan. When back in the 'nati, we ended up having a cooked out meal and beers to wash it down with. Now, I sit here at the computer, with a cold beer and basking on the day. What seemed like a k-hole of a morning turned into an ecstasy evening. Life can be good.

By the way, the blood blister from last night popped. No more pain. As the lesbians that live behind us would proclaim, "Yaaa-Hoooooo!"

What's on my mind?

OK, I have a very good friend who's in jail. I by no means co-habitate, commiserate, or cooperate with criminals. However, this person I'm referring to is indeed a really good friend. I won't to into the details, but Chris and I are going to visit him tomorrow. Selfishly, I wish I wouldn't have to get up so early to make the drive, feeling all hung over. But, there are very few people who "get on the list" to visit him. So, as soon as this blog is done, my ass is in bed. Regardless, we went to visit him once before and it was SO NICE to see him in person, as it's been over a year. He has less than a year left, but it's worth the 1.5 hour drive to see him, even though he's out at the end of next May. <-- Nice run-on sentence. After that, I'm hoping we have a little bit of time to head to the pool to get some sun for Provincetown. Two weeks and counting! Back to our friend...he is even more excited to visit with us, which makes me feel really good. Prior to him going to jail, I never realized how much he thought of us. Sometimes, it takes extreme circumstances to bring out peoples' true feelings. Regardless, I think tomorrow will be a good time.

Last comment for the night: I just put the top up on the Cabrio, and the motherfucker pinched my middle finger. I now have a painful blood blister. Bitch car.

We're Still Here

Chris and I are currently at Jim & Rob's yard sale. So far, we've done pretty well, but still have more to go. If you're reading this and it's before 3:00, STOP ON BY! I'm writing this because I'm kind of bored - nobody here at the moment. The worst part is that I have to take a dump, but I don't want to stink up their bathroom. OK, gotta run, an old lady in a VW Beetle just pulled up. Wish us luck.

I'm Fucking Livid

Remember the post I wrote last week or so, entitled Slim Shady? Well, I went down to UDF today to get some pop and that asshole was standing outside talking to some other shady looking character. He looked over at me then started saying something to his "buddy." I go in, get my stuff and get in line. Then, as I'm being checked out, a THIRD guy comes up to me and says, "Excuse me, but the young man outside said that you might be able to spare fifty cents." I told him that, NO, I would not give him any money and to tell his fucking scam-artist friend to quit asking for any. When I walked out to the car, the original Slim Shady kept staring at me. I glared back. Just before I got into the car, he nodded his head and said hi. I almost went off, but just turned away and drove off. Oh yeah, and when I was in the store, I saw him stop another person asking for money (probably giving the story about his car being broken down, his wife is waiting, etc). He lives in Cheviot, my ass. If he ever tries hitting me up for money again, I'll tell him to try getting a job instead.

DAMMIT!

I can't find my scanner (I'm sure it's somewhere in the basement), nor the picture of Corky...aka Chris Burke. Let me sleep this buzz off and I'll probably locate it tomorrow. I'll be rooting through all of our shit tomorrow anyway, since we have to clean house for Saturday's yard sale. "Sorry, folks, park's closed." <-- Name that movie and post it in the comments section

Corky

OK, so I told some good friends tonight that I'd put a post up about Corky. You know, from the TV show Life Goes On. I met him in real life and I'll write more about it soon. But, I'm trying to find the damn business card he signed. More in a bit...

Ouch

I was just perusing through some old pictures and trying to organize them, when I came across some f'ed up pictures my sister sent me. She, her husband and a friend were driving from Akron to Cleveland for a wedding this past winter and the roads were pretty bad. I think that particular snow dumped 12-14 inches on that area. They were going 30 mph in the slow lane driving in slush, when all of a sudden, their car started to spin. They spun several times and ended up facing the wrong direction in the high speed lane. To their terror, a tractor trailer was headed right at them. The truck driver said that he had slowed down to about 30 mph, but couldn't move the truck. So, there were involved in a head-on collision with a tractor trailer. They were in a 2004 Mazda 6. Luckily, no one was hurt. Except for the car. Here are some pictures of the nasty wreck.


No, that's not blood on the road, I think it's transmission fluid.


Another angle.


You can see here that the truck ended up almost jack-knifing.

Scary stuff, but it all turned out OK. They missed the wedding, went back, ordered pizza and got drunk. I don't blame them! Oh, and they ended up buying another Mazda 6 since it proved itself in a wreck.

First Buzzed Post

This is the first time I've posted anything under intoxication. Chris and I met our friends Jim & Rob at BW-3's (otherwise known as Buffalo Wild Wings). I still refuse to call it the latter because I grew up on it - in college- as BW-3. I can't remember why, but I was mad at Chris earlier tonight, probably something that came up in our conversation. I'm over it now...especially since I don't remember why. All I have to say is I love Miller Lite. It's my drug of choice. I know how to control it, I enjoy the taste, and it's readily available. Sort of like pot in Amsterdam at the coffee shops. Why don't we have any fun coffee shops here?

Frustration

PART 1:

I am so frustrated with Sara Lee's IT department. I decided to work from home today since I didn't have any meetings, etc. today. When I tried getting a file off of one of the shared drives, I couldn't access it. I knew there was something special that had to be done, so I called the (un)help desk. After about 25 minutes on the phone with them and trying multiple different things, they decided I would have to come into the office to have a different icon installed on my desktop. DUMBASSES! This isn't the first time this has happened to me - I've dealt with their incompetence many times. It's a good thing I won't be employed there much longer. Maybe my next employer will have hired professionals.

PART 2:

So, I'm sitting on my front porch (finally not in 97 degree weather) trying to do some other work. I have a Cambridge Soundworks boombox for my XM Roady that I wanted to listen to while I'm out here. A couple of weeks ago, I ordered another internal rechargeable battery for it, but it's already dying after about 20 minutes (when it should have 4 hours of battery life). I'm so tempted to call and bitch about it, but I think I'd fly off the handle and end up getting nowhere. I love technology, but a lot of time, it pisses me off to no end. FUCKKKKKK!

I was a User, a Boozer, and a Loser

"Tell me, Derrick. Why does your finger smell like his ass?"

Shirley Q Liquor

"You tell yo' mama I axed how she durrin."

This Saturday...

This Saturday, Chris and I will be participating in our friends' Jim & Rob's yard sale in North College Hill. If you want to buy some of our (or their) crap... I mean treasures, you can find it at 6528 Meis Avenue from 8-3. We're selling all of our belongings, like Jesus, so that we can go to Provincetown on vacation.

Nothing very important to say

I decided to come home today at lunch because my boss and the V.P. of marketing are both on vacation this week. I totally forgot about it until this morning, otherwise my ass would still have been in bed. So, now I'm at home dodging this sweltering heat (98 degrees today in the 'nati). I want to kiss the man (or maybe even french) the guy who invented central air. The only exciting thing I have going on at the moment is waiting for my new cell phone to come via Fed Ex. I got a Motorola V620 on eBay last week. So, I'll play around with that until something better comes along. See, I told you I didn't have much to say, pussies.

Back to Reality

I had an absolute awesome time this weekend with everyone who came down to Elmer Davis Lake. Nothing but boating, drinking, cornhole, drinking, laughing, drinking, and playing games. Oh, and drinking. You can see the pictures here: Matt's Yahoo Pictures

We need to go more often - that's to everyone - so just suggest going at any time. I'm always up for it.

Here's a picture from the event.

Out for now...

The Lake House

I'm so excited for tomorrow - the 'rents lakehouse is always a good time. Here are some pics from the last time we went. Lake pictures

Click on the Elmer Davis folder to check them out. Schlicketydick.

My Current Favorite Songs

Here's a top 5 list of songs that are currently my favs...in no particular order.

1. Daft Punk - Technologic (Radio Mix)
2. Robbie Rivera & Stonebridge - One Eye Shut (Stonebridge Remix)
3. DT8 Project feat. Andrea Britton - Winter (Original Vocal Mix)
4. Armin Van Buuren - Shivers (Rising Star Radio Mix)
5. Benassi Brothers - It's Time (Don't remember which mix)

Ghiz Sighting

It's an election year in Cincinnati for the Cincinnati City Council and Mayor. At the 4th of July parade that went through Northside , the part of town that I live, there were tons and tons of people campaigning and handing out stickers. One of my favorites was Ghiz. On the way into work today, I saw an "Elect Ghiz" bumper sticker on someone's car. Hey, you got my vote, just on your name. Who doesn't like a little jizz, I mean, Ghiz every now and then?

Slim Shady

Chris and I were out on our front porch - actually, I was out ripping up weeds and dead flowers in the front yard - when we got an unpleasant visitor.

Let me take a step back. Last week sometime, some sketchy-lookin dude comes walking up and starts with a grief-laden story about how he's trying to get his wife home, they have a flat tire, he only needs $8.00.... you all know the story. Of course, Hannah goes running out like it's her best friend, so I'm stuck there talking to the original Slim Shady. We ended up giving him about $8 (his original request) just to get him off the property. So he leaves.

Step ahead to tonight, and the asshole comes walking up waving to us like we're all best buds from college. I ignored him, as I was working in the weed patch/garden, but Chris actually got to make eye contact. He offered us a refrigerator that he found as payment for the $8 he borrowed, worth $500. Then he asked if he could borrow $.80 to catch the bus. In unison, we both said, "NO", and he left immediately. Oh, I forgot to mention that he told us that he lived in Cheviot - a good 15-20 minutes away from where we live - the first time he came around. I forgot, everyone in Northside is stupid and on drugs, so we'll do anything anyone asks.

Thank God, our neighbors will be home, watching our place while we're out of town. That's all we need is some jerk-off casing the joint. I'll keep you posted.

States I've visited

This is a pretty cool website - you just click on which states you've been to and then it will map it for you. Here's the link: States I've Visited



I guess I need to start working on the middle of the country now. Tornado Alley, here I come...

Yard Work Sucks

I just slaved in the yard for about 3 hours. Next year, I'm ripping everything out and putting in astroturf. I'm sure the neighbors won't mind.

I'm going to rip my hair out

Work for me has been nothing but pure torture the past few weeks. I work for Sara Lee Foods in Cincinnati, Ohio. Corporate headquarters announced a couple of months back that they will be moving the Sara Lee Foods headquarters (here in Cincy) to a suburb called Downers Grove, IL, just outside of Chicago. Effectively, they've pretty much decided to fuck us all over by not even offering the standard of living difference. So, most of us aren't making the move. In the meantime, my official end date is September 9th. If I leave before then, I lose the 4 months severance that I'll receive for "sticking it out." Since that announcement, and especially lately, work has been a total drag. I have nothing to do. I check email and surf the net. That can only go so far each day. I take frequent smoke breaks and call friends to pass the time. I've even been ballsy enough lately to get into work at 8:30 and leave at 4:00. This next month and a half are going to be pure torture. I think I'm going to start getting drunk every night since I don't have to be productive. Then, when I start falling asleep at my desk, I can either find an empty conference room to take a nap or go out to my car and pass out. Hey - this post just wasted 15 minutes of time. Hmmm, maybe I'll be writing a lot more crap on here instead. No, I think I'll drink instead.

Last post for the night - I promise

Aww, how cute. I'm really not all that drunk in the picture. That came later on in the evening. Thanks to our friends Tim and Benjamin for throwing a bitchin' pool party. They like, rock, and stuff.

OK, so I'm really bored

I hope that Chris gets back from his council meeting soon, because Hannah isn't entertaining me. Plus, I've already come to the end of the internet twice now. I think I might have to rape him tonight - it's been a few nights. ;-) Here's a picture of my waste-of-life dog. This was from last summer at my parents' lakehouse. No, she's not drunk, just tired out from a long day of swimming in the lake. Check out the sweet patio furniture.

I can't wait - we're going to the lake house again this weekend!!

Just a picture of me

Word.