One million kisses for one million girls, but no kisses left for you

Rae came by last night to take her name off our  internet account. The reason she had to be here, and the reason is stupid, is because in order to switch the name on the account so that it is done in one fell swoop without disruption in service and possible re-connect fees,both parties have to be present. Because we've been through this before, Rae volunteered her services before we thought to ask her. Matt, who was to be taking on the account, seemed surprised when the ordeal process took a couple of hours to complete. Rae and I, old hats, weren't surprised in the least.

I don't care to relieve the event, except to say that, just as the ordeal  process was coming to an end, Rae lost service on her phone. Her patience was already frayed at that point; this put her over the edge.She hurriedly called RCN back and got someone on the phone who had absolutely no knowledge of what we had just spent two hours going through. She snapped at the operator and I thought he was going to hang up on her. "Please refrain from using that language", he implored. She replied, "Maybe if I didn't just spend two hours dealing with this bullshit I'd be a little friendlier". To Matt and me she said, "Look, I've got to go", something she'd been saying earlier quite a bit. This time, though, she did leave, saying she'd come back today if we needed her to. We didn't need her to. Matt called RCN back and, somewhat miraculously, got the first person we had dealt with back on the phone. Another twenty minutes or so later and ordeal process was complete. Did I mention that for our troubles they tacked on another ten smackers to our service. Oh, RCN, you had me at hello, you magnificent bastard!

Just had a good session of yoga and I feel as light as a feather. A shower will take place at some point and all I can you for sure is that it's going to be a hot one and I will most assuredly be listening to some music throughout. I may even blog about it. Stay tuned, you rabid wolves!

Work has been busy. Considering how close we were to closing shop not that long ago, the steady and increasing work has been a blessing. Besides increased hours and more money, it's been gratifying having a lot of work to accomplish. The days go by quicker, the brain gets stimulated.


Let's pause and look at Missy D. Ain't she purty? Oh, how I love this girl!

 I feel like I'm on the precipice of getting laid. Believe it or not, readers, I have options. Will I pursue them is the question. Maybe, and here's why: I'M FUCKING HORNY! Oh, and my heart is as pure as a toddler's kiss.

From page 35 of Facebook Etiquette For Beginners:

A good way to be blocked or de-friended is to post many links to songs or videos in one sitting. For example, if you're sitting around listening to music for a couple of hours and decide you want to share that experience with your friends by posting EVERY SINGLE FUCKING SONG YOU'RE LISTENING TO, it's important to remember that your friends, while maybe interested in what you're providing,  will have to scroll down and down and down through your playlist before they can see what's going on with their other friends.It can be overwhelming, this eruption of material. Rule of thumb is that a little goes a long way. Instead of spewing out song after song after song after song after song after song after song after song after song after song, you may want to consider posting quite a bit less, say no more than three at once. This way you give your friends the courtesy of not monopolizing their wall with an army of songs they may or may not be interested in listening to. By not over-saturating, you're more likely to get people to check out what you're posting. In short, calm the fuck down.

Bye, lovers.