mychai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I've been reduced to begging. What do you do when you have vodka, whiskey, tequila, Bailey's Irish Cream... and nothing to mix it all with? I could do shots, but I don't even have anything to chase it with. I guess I could walk across the street and buy a Vanilla Coke. But it is twenty-three degrees outside, and I have read Silas Marner. I know what happens to people "under the influence" who walk out in the freezing temperatures. Granted, I haven't drunk anything yet. And I don't have a kid. And the woman in that book was high on opium. Basically, it all boils down to the fact that I am too lazy to get drunk. Is this the stage they call "rock bottom"? Yessir. It's lonely at the bottom. I kinda like it. Nice and quiet. I went and got my photos taken today at the "Sears Photo Center." While there, I ran into one of the anchors at the TV station where I work. Whew. She's a hottie. And I got my pictures made. They will be posting them on the web tomorrow, so I will copy them over and have you all take a look. I ended up ordering eight sheets of photos from four different poses. Some with glasses, some sans glasses. I also had a pretty hot photographer girl who was doing my pictures. We got to talking, and I found out that she is a theater major from the local all-girls college. They are putting on "A Christmas Carol" this weekend. So, I am thinking I may become a fan of Christmas for a night. But, then again, I hear that 90% of the girls who go to that school hold a little thing in common with Mandy the Psycho Lesbian Ex, if you get my drift. *wink, wink* *nudge, nudge* Not that there is anything wrong with that. It's just that I have already fulfilled the "date a lesbian" requirement to justify living a full life. It would be like taking English 101 again. Kinda... repetitive. So, basically, if you know me -- or if you don't know me but I have your address -- you will probably be getting a generic card soon with a nice little message written with a fountain pen by yours truly and a wallet-sized picture included. That's your present. Is that a little pretentious? The fact that I assume someone wants a card and a picture of me? Am I being too much like Gilderoy Lockhart, the character played by Kenneth Branagh in the latest Harry Potter flick? If so, please tell me. I don't want to come off looking pompous for Christmas. If you will notice waaaay down at the bottom of this here diary, I have succombed to the forces of evil and have put up a donation button. Since 99% of you don't care to even send me a card, I figured you could send me money instead. But instead of taking the money and spending it on porn or something equally fun, I have decided that I will let all of you buy me a domain name for the holidays. I figure I have been writing on here for over two years. The least you can do is fork over $25 for a redirecting domain name. One of those super-kewl redirecting domain names costs $25. If only one-in-five of you donates a dollar, I could be there very quickly. I already have the domain name picked out. I just need your money. So, please. I beg of you. Go and: I will be most happy. :) Well, that's it for me. Since I won't be in Columbia for the Air Force's DEP meeting on the 21st, I have to go in tomorrow morning and work a few hours around the office. I go in at 9, which, compared to my normal work schedule, is sleeping waaaay in. Heck, I may wake up early and go grab a bagel and coffee at the bakery across the street. 11:08 p.m. - Wed., Dec. 4, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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