My New Love

Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. It's rare that a boy can stick with me for very long. Alas, my two year relationship with Jamie came to an ugly end the other night. It was meant to be; we had been having problems for awhile now. I cried a bit, but I have moved on.

Meet my new love, Charlie. Charlie is a girl, because I have enough boys to love. She's pretty damn sweet, not at all tempermental. Of course, chicks don't show their true colors for awhile, so I am taking this new relationship slow, until I am sure that she is worthy of my undying love and devotion.

Still, though, we're having a pretty good time getting to know each other. AND! She doesn't mind all of my prior baggage that I have loaded her with.

New loves are always fantastic adventures!

KimPossible Dreams

Man, I am so not kidding... Kim Possible has got to be the hottest cartoon chick since Jessica Rabbit.

I know; I know; it's sick. She's a cartoon. An UNDERAGE cartoon at that.

Still... Damn!

Here We Go

Well, it's unofficially Spring down at the beach (if by Spring, one means 30 degrees). Time to get back to work, dust off the cobwebs, clean the sand off of the windows, and get ready for the tourists. For me, this also means time to break out the longjohns, coffee pots, and blankets, and get ready to freeze to death while watching the retard tourists that decide to vacation at the beach in March.

It's always fun to walk down the strip now, if you can stand the cold. Minor construction is going on down every block; ladders and skill saws are resting in every other storefront. There's always a new business opening, and for about 2 days, it's interesting to wonder what will be there. (It's only interesting for 2 days, because there is only so much awe and wonder a person can have for a tourist shop). It's cool to chat with fellow beach workers, quick fill in conversations about wonderful winters, and excitement about being back to work and the upcoming season.

These conversations always make me smile, because the "beginning of the season" conversations certainly differ from the "end of the season" ones. By Labor Day, these smiling exciting faces will be replaced by run down, weary forced smiles... everyone counting the days until all of the evil miserable tourists are gone.

Shoot, I'm doing that already. :)

Neptune

I'm really not digging the King Neptune statue on 31st Street.

You know, I try not to go down that far, because construction on that stupid Hilton monstrosity works on my nerves. But, I had no choice the other day, and was driving past, and I swear to the gods (no pun intended), it looks as if it GROWS every time I see it.

It's got to be the tackiest thing I have ever seen in my life. I can't believe that thing doesn't scare the living shit out of kids. The "artists" that came up with this contraption are certainly suffering from massive cases of penis envy.

Did we really pay money for this? Couldn't we have all just chipped in for a Taco Bell or something?

Fried Computer/Fried Nerves

Well, this week started out just peachy keen.

There was a power surge on Sunday night at my house, and it fried my computer. I basically had a conniption fit, as I am known to do from time to time. It didn't last long, though, I was calmed by my most precious of friends, who helped me get started on the road to restoring my most prized possession, and basically held my hand through the entire obnoxious ordeal (which has lasted DAYS). Thank you, love bug... I'd be in an institution if it wasn't for you... YOU ARE THE BEST!

This whole week has made me realize that what I need to do is go and live with an African Zulu Pygmy tribe.... far far far away from electricity and gadgets of any kind.