(I heard the news today, oh boy)

So. I like my job, so far at least. It’s not like anything I’ve done before. Inventory parts, photograph parts, run shipping on parts, list parts, double-check listed parts, rinse, repeat. It’s money – pretty good money, actually. I’m always busy while I’m there. And I don’t feel any need to gun the car out onto Baldwin when it’s time to go home. I could complain about having to lick the contacts on the camera’s SD card to get it to work, but that’s really just humorous. It’s work. It’s money. And it’s somewhere to go every day and do something – anything – and feel like part of society.

It’s nice.

I’m tired of politics. That’s about all I have to say there.

Hockey is nice. I like the sport, I like the physical exercise and the occasional feeling of accomplishment. It does enrage me at times, and while this is an unpleasant experience, it improves me play, and doesn’t follow me off the pavement. And that’s probably the best I can ask for.

Things are alright. And again, that’s probably the best I can ask for right now. That and a bangable redhead, but I think we can all gauge the probability of that occurrence.

You ain’t a pimp and you ain’t a hustler
A pimp’s got a Caddy and a lady got a Chrysler
Black’s got respect, and white’s got his soul train
Mama’s got cramps, and look at your hands ache

…all night.

Grapevine

There are times when being a male can be overly complicated. For example, trying to plan your life around the Stanley Cup Finals can be a daunting task. However, I recently found myself in one of life’s paradoxes that I cannot seem to shake.

I have learned that a woman I know might be interested in having sex with me.

I know what you’re all thinking: how is that complicated, or a bad thing at all? You are partly correct. At the end of the day it is a good thing, knowing that an attractive female might be willing to have intercourse with you. My problem with the situation is that I cannot stop thinking about this once platonic friend as more than such in my mind. All I can think about is how I could change things from a friendship to a relationship, and realistically that’s not a good way to maintain a friendship.

Second, I know somewhere in my male subconscious I am very proud of the following statements – but on the outside I can honestly say I’m not sure how to feel. This mysterious women who might have sex with me is really only interested because of several fantastic references from my past partners. It just make me wonder if my best asset to any relationship is the effort I put into sex. I just thought I would be known as a great guy and not this skilled sexual being.

Anyway I think we are finally going to make an honest effort towards this blog, have to see where it ends up.