My attempts at writing a new story have come to an unexpected end. It started out great. Then suddenly the two main characters were having sex.

Obviously I need to handle my own frustrations before I can continue writing. LOL.

Yeah, I know it's my third post of the day, but I have nothing to do here right now and this story is actually entertaining. Well it's entertaining to me...

Jeff comes up from his office around 10:30, and the typical "What's for lunch?" question is asked. (This was after we spent fifteen minutes on typical WoW discussion.) He was out sick yesterday with some kind of stomach virus, so we agreed upon Denny's so he could have a simple Soup/Sandwich dealio. (Something that would be mild on the stomach, of course.)

So lunch time rolls around and we head out (with Rodney in tow of course, or maybe not since Rodney drove today...). Checking out the menu, I notice a new breakfast sandwich. I've been known to order breakfast for lunch when we go to Denny's, and this thing piqued my interest. It's called The Grand Slamwich. It consists of:

Two scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, mayo, and maple syrup spread all on potato bread.

Currently, I'm quite disgusted with myself. I'm also quite sure that my body is currently permeating Denny's grease as we speak. I was sitting here at my desk after lunch, and I swore I could smell maple syrup. I checked myself, and I did not spill anything on myself or my clothes, so the only logical conclusion is that it's seeping out of my pores. I went over to Mark's desk for confirmation, and he could also faintly smell the aroma of maple syrup as I approached.

Perhaps the sandwich is mutating me into some syrup based monster with super powers! I...am...MAPLE MAN.

The greatest Happy New Year I've received yet:

"And yes, I'm looking forward to 2009. 2008 can lick my ass. Happy new year."

http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/crime/2008/12/31/or.naked.intruder.kptv

The part I found most humorous was the fact that they kept zooming in on her hands as they described how she grabbed the guy's sack. I kept wondering if she washed her hands afterward.

I'm going to remain skeptical of this game until I actually see it for myself, but this is a pretty nice video. I'm definitely going to play it if only to try it out.

I like combos. If you're currently sitting there thinking, "Wait a minute, you don't play a rogue.", then you are an addict and need help. I'm talking about the delicious crunchy snack food. My favorite type are the Pizzeria Pretzel variety, and I stopped at Sheetz this morning to purchase a bag. (I needed to fill my gas tank anyway.) Doing a quick scan, I could find only Pizzeria Cracker, Nacho Cheese Pretzel, Cheddar Cracker, and Cheddar Pretzel. No Pizzeria Pretzel.

WTFuken?

When I got to work, I quickly went to the Combos website to see if they perhaps stopped making that particular variety. They haven't. So this particular Sheetz just FAILS AT LIFE.

Next time I'm stopping at GetGo.

And yes, I've changed the font here on my blog. Verdana was too...formal. Bland. I deepened the orange color as well.


Alcoholic kind of mood. Lose my clothes, lose my lube.
Cruising for a piece of fun. Looking out for number one.
Different partner every night. So narcotic, outta sight.
What a gas. What a beautiful ass.

-- Nancy Boy by Placebo