Archive for January, 2007

What would you do for a Klondike Bar?

Tuesday, January 23rd, 2007

… or a free bike messenger bag?

I found this yellow/black bike messenger bag on Craigslist’s free section on Saturday, and e-mailed the guy.  He said I could come pick up if I did so within the next hour or so, and I really needed a new bag (and one that matched my fixie bike to boot!) and went down for it.

So I get there and there’s a note on the door “This is a clothing optional house, if nudity does not offend you, please come in!”  So okay… I knock and a guy dressed in a winter jacket and jammie pants answers.  We go into the house.

I ask him if the sign is real, he confirms it, while getting naked.  I’m okay with nudity, whatever.  It was kind of cool too because he had no problem with it and neither did i.  He gets me my bag, and asks if there’s anything else I might need.

We’re downstairs and I’m being nosy about this giant box of foam with circles cut out of it.  He puts one of them on his penis.  Then a different piece.  I mention I would like to take a picture because it’s funny, and we go upstairs.

I take the picture, and then he’s definately and obviously aroused.  And he starts masturbating.  I’m taking video all of a sudden, he handed me his digital camera to do so.  Well the end of masturbation occurs.  I leave to go to class.

Definately… and odd way to pick up a free messenger bag.  But hey, it was free right?

Ughs. Credit Card payments. How I loathe thee.

Monday, January 22nd, 2007

Bah.  Credit card payments have snuck up on me again.

Must go and organize for the bank to take out lots of money and give it to someone else who isn’t me.  Then again, I was the one who purchased everything at an earlier date.

Necessary evil I suppose.  Saves me the trouble of carrying cash with me, and at the same time, it always hurts all just the same at the end when I have to pay it all back!

Talk about cash flow problems.

Anyways, away I go!

SPAMMER!

Sunday, January 21st, 2007

Bwahaha. Check out this comment-spam I got on my music review blog (http://www.bigrockfinish.com)

1. Name: jojo | E-mail: joj@email.com | URI: http://bmezine.com | IP: 207.200.116.65 | Date: January 20, 2007

THis site sucks big smelly cocks. Burn it down.

I SWEAR I WASN'T EVEN TRYING!!!

Saturday, January 20th, 2007

Alright I'm on craigslist's free section and someone posted about a messenger bag, and I'd seen it before and I thought maybe I've got a chance since it was posted about 15 minutes before I e-mailed. Well the guy who called back said it technically was taken but if I was going to drive down to pick it up in the next hour or so he'd just call the other dude back and say “hey it's gone”

So I show up. The first thing I see is a handwritten note on the door saying “This is a clothing-optional house. If nudity doesn't offend you, please come in!” Well, I knocked, because I don't just walk into people's houses, unless it's Phil. And even then I knock, and I only enter because I hear someone say “come in” or… a dog bark.

Dude is wearing a bomber jacket and jammie pants because he was just outside. I ask him if the sign on the door is legit, or just to scare away solicitors… as I'm asking… he's getting naked. So yea… it's legit. He asked if I was okay with it, which I was, whatever, it's just the human body, and then asks me if I need anything else like office supplies or anything. So we're downstairs and he has this giant box of pre-cut foam in various shapes of nothingness. One of the shapes for some reason had a hole cut out of it. And… he shoved his penis through the hole. And just walked around with this long pre-cut piece of foam hanging off his penis. And he was totally starting to get hard too.

Then we found these circle shapes, and they were pre-cut to be sort of like a ring. And… he put THAT on his penis as well.

At this point I was really fighting to keep from laughing because he totally had a raging hard-on with this circle of foam around the base of his penis… and was like “I so want to take a picture” Well we went upstairs for better lighting to take the picture. Then he grabs his digital camera and wants me to take a video. “Of what?” I'm thinking. (Really. I don't *ALWAYS* think about sex and I REALLY HAD NO CLUE what he was thinking)

Yea. I start filming. He starts jerking off.

He finished in like… under 2 minutes.

Then he washed himself, and his piece of foam, off… and I had to go to class so I grabbed my new bag & said I'd e-mail him later.

THEN… I called both A. and B. and told them. A. just laughed at me. B. replied with “How do you do it?! Even when you're not trying to pick up weird freaky guys… YOU DO!” hahaha.

Oh Craigslist

Today was Amanda’s last day

Thursday, January 18th, 2007

I sure as hell couldn’t believe it.  We’d all been grumbling at work (the CSR’s) about how they’re acting really funny towards us and we weren’t sure what was going on.  Earlier in the day I had mentioned how the company website has posted they’re accepting resumes for customer service rep’s, and everyone once again looked worried, and the news of this job posting spread quickly throughout our ranks.

Well while I was on break, Amanda, the girl that was hired about 2-3 weeks before I was, was pulled aside.  When I got to my desk after my break I heard a whisper of “Hey, they just pulled Amanda away from her desk, I think she’s getting fired” and sure enough she’s packing away her stuff.

I’m trying to stay calm and rational while all I wanted to do was run over and comfort her, while we weren’t the absoloute closest of friends or buddies at work she was still someone who I looked up to and she was still someone who tried to help me in every way possible.  When she was walking out with armfuls of her things I quickly swiped out and wrote my phone number and e-mail address across a piece of paper and ran after her.

The others who leave at 4pm with us were already outside smoking.  I had missed most of what happened and to this hour am not particularly sure of what went down.  All I know is she was let go for being “a security risk” for the company was the official response.

I haven’t spoken to Amanda since it happened but I will be e-mailing her soon.  And wishing her all the best.  Work just isn’t going to be the same without her.