tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38951092011-04-21T17:12:25.797-05:00Townie by day, student by night.patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comBlogger1111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1112162562465673742005-03-29T23:54:00.000-06:002005-03-30T00:02:42.466-06:00

I am back, probably.Gambling came and went a few times. I'm done for good. The love life has been up and down, mostly down. It sucks. The second job came and went, now i'm looking for another because of the the fucking gambling. Living in olathe sucks, because the edge of the world is only a few blocks south of my house. Work is good, I hate my trainee. I almost got him to quit last night,

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1081229520120689632004-04-06T00:32:00.000-05:002004-04-06T00:35:39.326-05:00

In my last post I declared that I was taking a break from the neon goodness that is the casino. I was just joshin', everybody. gamblegamblegamble

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Oh, so that's a bender. This is bad. I'm stopping it now. In the last five days, I've seen five sunrises, smoked 13 packs, been late to class once, and drunk, late to work three times, and drunk, gone to the casino six times, passed out there twice, been told to ,"cool it, so you can keep playing", once, showered three times, eaten mcdonalds six times, wendys twice, seen my roomate zero times,

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1079757129067706902004-03-19T22:32:00.000-06:002004-03-19T22:35:25.716-06:00

I sure wish my downstairs neighbors would turn off their damn heat. It's almost 11:00 on an overcast night, 66 degrees outside, and my windows are open, yet my apartment is still eighty degrees. My neighbors suck.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1079658371261503782004-03-18T19:06:00.000-06:002004-03-18T19:09:26.780-06:00

Today I played two songs, all the way through, without fucking up once. That's a first. St. Patrick's day was a success, compared with recent years. No head trauma, no vomiting. I woke up in the clothes I wore last night, but at least I wasn't spooning a traffic cone like last year. Maybe it's the hair. For thoses who haven't seen, it's red now. I can't say enough about Jonathan Ramsey, a

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1078526334090805122004-03-05T16:38:00.000-06:002004-03-05T16:41:51.840-06:00

I just checked my Nedstat account for the fist time in a couple of months. I've been trying to clean up the html code that makes this site exist, because this page takes forgoddamnever to load, and I don't think what meager content is to be found here is worth such a wait. While I rarely do little more than the literary equivalent of doodling here, it brightens my day to see some manner of

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1078350501285932912004-03-03T15:48:00.000-06:002004-03-03T15:51:16.216-06:00

Yesterday i got up early, resolute to eat a good breakfast, clean the kitchen, do a load of laundry, and still get to work on time without taking any chances in rush hour traffic. Consequently, I woke up a bit earlier than usual. As I walked out on my balcony to take in the morning sun, i noticed on of the grade school students that lives in the next building quietly waiting in the middle of

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1077398835650433612004-02-21T15:27:00.000-06:002004-02-21T15:29:56.310-06:00

Crap. I just walked all the way from my apartment to the gym without realizing that I had failed to exchange my house slippers for running shoes. Crap.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1076909937002103772004-02-15T23:38:00.000-06:002004-02-16T04:07:12.420-06:00

A little less than a year ago, I made an unspoken pledge, both to myself and my readers, that I would not write about work. Last January was a pretty intense month for me, and it came through, as intensity tends to, in my writing. Since then, I have kept that vow more successfully than most other promises I make. I mention employment changes and the like, for their resultant impact on the rest

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1076577054460477222004-02-12T03:10:00.000-06:002004-02-12T03:13:23.060-06:00

I'm in a funk. It's been coming for a couple of months now, like it does every winter. I had been successfully holding it off, but I cracked this weekend. I don't want to do anything right now. I didn't want to go to school today. I don't want to go to work tomorrow. I don't want to do the laundry or load the dishwashwer or cook food for myself, much less anybody else. My apartment would

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1076319217315596822004-02-09T03:33:00.000-06:002004-02-09T03:36:01.293-06:00

I was going to put up a post about a guy I know that was killed two days ago, but I can't think of anything I'd like to write about less. Maybe tomorrow. Tell your friends you love them.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1075941894104285762004-02-04T18:44:00.000-06:002004-02-04T18:47:12.140-06:00

I just lost thirty minutes of my life to the Penguin Game. My high score is 324.3. Do this if you have a computer at work with a fast connection. Thanks to Paul Katcher for the link.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1075766147412460882004-02-02T17:55:00.000-06:002004-02-02T17:58:03.420-06:00

I'm bored with the internet. I'm bored with blogging. I'm bored with weblogs in general. I don't know why. Good writers are still producing good content, and I still like to read good content. If anything, the blogs that I read have gotten better lately. All the things I like about weblogs are still happening, I just find myself more inclined to do other stuff instead of parking in front of

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1073282593707040332004-01-05T00:03:00.000-06:002004-01-05T00:06:28.826-06:00

A couple of days ago, Joe challenged everybody toi set some goals for the new year. I gave it some though. I haven't made any "resolutions" for a couple of years, because I think they're silly and arbitrary and a waste of time. I think that there is no reason to wait for the new year if you're ready to make a change, and no reason to change for the sake of changing if you're not. I've never

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1072822775896220802003-12-30T16:19:00.000-06:002003-12-30T16:21:28.293-06:00

The cable is turned off. Mostly. Apparently, TIme Warner doesn't give their cable-turner-offers enough to finish the job. The cable modem is off, and the digital cable is off, but I still have my MTV, because they didn't bother turning the regular cable off. Christmas came and went, and it was better than usual. The presents were good, dinner was the best meal I've ever been served by my

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1072076626014665502003-12-22T01:03:00.000-06:002003-12-22T01:05:05.640-06:00

Doctors now say that routine consumption of alcohol greatly reduces your chances of developing heart disease, prostate cancer, and stroke. Check and Double-Check. Our christmas party was last night, and a smashing success. Many of our friends turned out, and a good time was had by all. Dinner was great, and the pot-luckers really came through with tasty food. The wine was also good, I think,

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1071354873846215192003-12-13T16:34:00.000-06:002003-12-13T16:35:41.996-06:00

My mouse broke. Well, it didn't exactly break, but the left button is sticking most of the time, and I have to pound it on my desk to get it to release. This means that I inadvertantly double click when I want a single click, or I drag things instead of selecting them. I can't use my mouse. Windows is theoretically usable with just keyboard commands. I took a class once, and learned many of

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1071262101904012062003-12-12T14:48:00.000-06:002003-12-12T14:49:28.483-06:00

A week ago, I mentioned that my apartment complex is having a balcony-decorating contest, with a christmas theme. Joe and I had lights up a week before thanksgiving, figuring that nobody else would be nearly as big of a dork about it as we were. Boy was I wrong. We jumped the gun, and instead of showing off our Griswaldian lighting prowess for an entire month, we have only shown how badly we

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1071071129850091622003-12-10T09:45:00.000-06:002003-12-10T09:46:33.716-06:00

I can't help but feel for the plight of my neighbors. Those poor souls shell out good money for their covered, reserved parking spaces. They fight tooth and nail to keep them reserved, no matter what. Those spaces aren't chep, and I'd fight to keep mine free of cars other than mine, too. The apartment complex management urged everybody to "get your covered space now, before winter weather

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1070530153793795552003-12-04T03:29:00.000-06:002003-12-04T03:30:09.496-06:00

The last thre weeks have been boring. Very boring. So boring, in fact, that even I could not generate an entire paragraph of text about them. And I am not a dynamic man. But life is picking up again, and I have a little direction, a little energy, and a little momentum. Here's the skinny: I quit falcon valley. That same week, the F&B director, assistant F&B director, and the only other

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1068752629425575542003-11-13T13:43:00.000-06:002003-11-13T13:44:16.903-06:00

Wow, I didn't mean to hiate again, but I did. Back to posting! Oh, and I've enjoyed Paul Katcher's insightful commentary and review of the Paris Hilton sex video. I'm sure Google has, too.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1066935996467776702003-10-23T14:06:00.000-05:002003-10-23T14:06:36.526-05:00

My roommate once put forth a theory that the next day doesn't start for a person until they have had a period of rest. For example, if someone were to get up at 4am to study for a test, they are clearly operating in a different day than their roommates who are just stumbling in the door after closing a bar in westport. Tuesday, I had several beverages after work, got a little drunk,

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1066935444485949642003-10-23T13:57:00.000-05:002003-10-23T13:57:23.846-05:00

I want to extend a belated apology to an of my friends who may or may not have been insulted by my last post. Last friday raised the bar for shitty days, and by the end of the evening I was saying a lot of things to a lot of people that they didn't deserve to have said to them. I'm sorry.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1066448144215822652003-10-17T22:35:00.000-05:002003-10-17T22:35:43.876-05:00

Why is it that I'm the one with the bad attitude? Why am I too negative when I get upset that somebody else is srewing up something that I busted my ass for? Why am I too serious when I'm the only one not screwing around when there's work to be done? Why am I "showing off" when I'm really just using skills and knowledge that those around me didn't care enough to obtain and develop? Why am I

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1066113301313328332003-10-14T01:35:00.000-05:002003-10-14T01:35:01.480-05:00

For those who haven't noticed, I've changed some little stuff on the site that nobody will care about but me. The regular reads are updated. There wasn't much thought to it, I just cpoied the sites in the little drop-down bar in IE, in order, excluding google, blogger, and porn. The blogroll is gone, because it was just a cop out from delinking sites that I don't read anymore. I still don't

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1066109661929736892003-10-14T00:34:00.000-05:002003-10-14T00:41:06.850-05:00

I want to go see Boston. I want to see a big city on the east coast, but I find the pickin's to be slim indeed. Sure, New York would be nice, but I don't feel overly compelled to visit a city so full of itself that the first thing anybody says about it is, "C'mon man, it's NEW YORK CITY!". Since when is that a reason to go there? Are the people great? Is there good local music?

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1065507591400421992003-10-07T01:19:00.000-05:002003-10-07T03:13:09.223-05:00

It's the trees, silly. If the trees die, the forest will disappear, no matter how big it is, or how far it stretches. I wonder why more people don't realize this bite-you-in-the-ass obvious fact. They kill themselves over a concept, then assume it will execute itself. They skim chapters. They settle for good enough. They work quickly and adress many tasks. They paint a picture that, from

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1064983548144170892003-09-30T23:45:00.000-05:002003-09-30T23:45:47.860-05:00

Goddamnit, it's cold out. I like winter, mind you, but it is goddamned cold for September. Oh well. I just hope it stays cold. I hope it gets colder actually. I really like cold, windy, bleak, miserable weather, because nobody else does and it makes me feel tough. But you can take your indian summer and stick it. I dislike long changes of seasons. I really hated el nino a few years ago (

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1064555998968624942003-09-26T00:59:00.000-05:002003-09-26T01:06:13.893-05:00

The retarded kid that washes dishes at work wants to set me up with one of his friends. He said she is nice. He said she likes bowling. He said her name is "linda". He then proceeded to go out the side door of the kitchen and vomit. Huh.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1064216629185185022003-09-22T02:43:00.000-05:002003-09-22T02:43:48.766-05:00

Whew, my weekends have turned into a black hole, from whence no time or task shall escape. That isn't true. My weekends are more like the warp zones from Super Mario Brothers. I go to bed on wednesday and wake up on sunday night. But I'm pretty sure I had fun, certain I made a bunch of extra money, and looking forward to school tomorrow. What? I'm looking forward to school. I want to go to

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1063773972697557062003-09-16T23:46:00.000-05:002003-09-16T23:46:12.223-05:00

I Am NOT Tiger Woods. Today I completed my first round of golf all summer. I don't think anybody mistook me for a pro, from the real-wood-woods to the tennis-shoe-golf-shoes to the tallboys of High Life, I'm not fooling anybody. But I did actually finish nine holes without breaking a club, so I consider it a success. I've rediscovered golf, and I want to actually play enough to be good at this

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1063524199597439862003-09-14T02:23:00.000-05:002003-09-14T02:23:48.986-05:00

So, I'm back. The hiatus was productive, if not fun. The abbreviated version of the last three months: Worked a lot. Drank a lot. Moved, again. Started school. Didn't find anything to talk about besides work or baseball. I'm glad to be back in school. I'm glad to be working toward something. Don'y get me wrong, I'm a bonafide workaholic. I love working. Besides money, I love doing

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-1063362664341179192003-09-12T05:31:00.000-05:002003-09-12T05:31:04.293-05:00

Nope, I'm not dead. Yep, I'm posting again. Spread the word, you two people that will see this in the next month.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-957754072003-06-17T21:21:00.000-05:002003-06-17T21:21:38.863-05:00

Man oh man. I hate to be the guy that uses work as an excuse for not posting, becuase God knows I can still find time to fuck around when I really need to. Sure, scheduling my time between three jobs (What am I doing on the schedule at three diff0erent restawants? I don't even pay rent, for chrissakes.)sucks, but I'm really just not in the mood to write much lately. Sure stuff is going on

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-955666752003-06-11T17:29:00.000-05:002003-06-17T20:49:20.000-05:00

I wrote this post five days ago, on the 11th. Unfortunately, my dumb ass told blogger to "post" my writings, but not to republish my page. Pretend you're reading this on the 11th. Seriously, we can all pretend together. Yaaayyyyy!. I started at the OP Uno's a couple of days ago, and things are going well. The managers are all nice enough, the facility is a bit bigger than its counterpart in

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-953204882003-06-05T02:41:00.000-05:002003-06-05T02:41:32.946-05:00

So I'm in Kansas City. For Good. Moving went better than it usually does, being sick was worse than it usually is, and my room at home is smaller than I rmembered it. Driving is just like riding a bike, which I have done without disaster for a couple of years now, so here's to not wrecking another car. I've been readjusting to life in KC for the last week. After a year and a half in Lawrence

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-947090702003-05-21T18:20:00.000-05:002003-05-21T18:45:16.000-05:00

So I got a new cell phone. It's not really new, it's actually a few years old. It's not even a better phone than my old one. It's thicker, and wider, and heavier, and despite its girth, actually does less than my old phone. But by God, it has a "1" key. After going a year and a half without one, it's nice to be able to call my friends in the "913" without finding a key, or a pem, or a golf

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-944356462003-05-16T01:45:00.000-05:002003-05-16T01:45:03.180-05:00

So I haven't been writing much lately. I've been occupied with a more intensive workload at uno's, and a few other things. First, the obligatory work diatribe. The new guys are fucking idiots. It isn't a language barrier. If the first thing you did every day for three weeks was cut the same number of cuccumbers in the same way and put them in the same container than put that container in the

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-938398162003-05-05T21:48:00.000-05:002003-05-05T21:48:10.056-05:00

Happy Cinco de Mayo, or as the mexicans amongst us call it, "el Cinco de Mayo". Today is one of my favorite days of the year. It provides me the opportunity to celebrate my multicultural heritage by visiting burrito king, then telling everyone I talk to that I'm 1/210th Mexican. Ole!

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-936857482003-05-02T21:59:00.000-05:002003-05-02T22:00:31.000-05:00

Hey, be sure to check out Dennis Moore Watch. Dennis Moore has done a terrible job of representing his constituents from the 3rd district. His voting record is almost perfectly in line with liberal democratic leadership, and diametrically oppsed to the interests of the very people he has lied to to get elected. dennis Moore doesn't give a damn about Kansas or its residents, and his voting

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-936848322003-05-02T21:36:00.000-05:002003-05-02T21:48:40.000-05:00

So a couple of weeks ago (my last post, actually), I was mopey and sad because I never get to see anybody anymore. I moaned and complained that my free time never seems to mesh with anybody else's free time, and my days off happen in the middle of the non-service industry work week. And boy, did the audience ever respond. Joe was in town three nights out of four. Erin came with him. Hell

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-928179622003-04-17T22:56:00.000-05:002003-04-23T00:07:00.000-05:00

I can't go out during the weekends anymore, because I work too much, and nobody can go out during the week anymore, because they're busy being responsible with college or real jobs. Even if I could make a night out happen, I would just bitch about spending too much money and staying up too late and being tired at work the next day. I think I need a vacation. I haven't really had one in a

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-926996362003-04-16T00:58:00.000-05:002003-04-16T00:58:23.500-05:00

Lay off Roy Williams. I've been trying to get mad at Roy for the last day and a half. I want to be angry. I want to be livid. I want to slowly turn beet red, from my feet all the way up to my face, and I want steam to shoot out of my ears. I want to feel hurt. I want to say that son-of-a-bitch betrayed me, and spat on my trust, and broke apart the happy family that is Kansas basketball.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-926330942003-04-15T00:47:00.000-05:002003-04-15T00:47:14.996-05:00

Hey, congratulations to Casey and Mandy, who got engaged over the weekend. Casey lived with my brother Tim and Dave B for a couple of years, got me into pro wrestling and rum, and constantly reminds me that "money is awesome". We "worked" together at the Union during my freshman year, and Casey introduced me to my old roommate, Cameron. Casey will finish law school next year, and seems to

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-924686272003-04-11T23:27:00.000-05:002003-04-11T23:27:46.140-05:00

Man, every time I try to fix something on this page, I end up fucking it up even worse. Someone once (okay, regularly)told me this page looks amateurish. Duh! The first time I make a dime off patrickb.blogspot, I promise you, the reader, that I'll create the weblog template by which all others are judged. Unitl then, I'll be happy just to get words to the screen. Occasionally. Maybe.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-918971912003-04-03T00:28:00.000-06:002003-04-03T00:28:25.810-06:00

I feel an odd sense of dread. Not really dread, but apprehension. I found out monday that I will most likely be undergoing MAJOR orthodontic surgey late next fall. When most people hear about major dental work, they think "wisdom teeth", or "root canal". When I say major oral surgery, because it can't rightly be called dental work, I mean reconstructing most of the bone structure in my face,

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-918948232003-04-02T23:38:00.000-06:002003-04-02T23:38:20.530-06:00

So... when I have 4 instant messenger conversations going, plus a couple internet explorer windows, plus winamp and kazaa, not only are all of the taskbar buttons too small to adequately describe their respective programs, but i keep hearing the ding from IM, and I don't know what conversation it's from, and I can't type and read fast enought to keep up with all the conversations while writing a

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-914587862003-03-26T22:42:00.000-06:002003-03-26T22:42:29.186-06:00

I think I'll have a party. I think I'll get a keg. I think I should have people over. I think it should happen on friday night. I think people should show up sometime aroung 9 or 10. I think it's a good idea. I think I need to get my co2 tank filled.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-912681882003-03-24T02:05:00.000-06:002003-03-24T16:46:24.000-06:00

Michael Moore is a goddamned idiot. I can not believe that anybody would acknowledge, much less validate, that fraud with an oscar. I've been conciously avoiding discussing or writing about the war. Partially because I don't want to contribute to the glut of over emotional, under informed, over simplified, confrontational, soft headed blog- enabled crap out there, and partially because smarter

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-912399312003-03-23T15:29:00.000-06:002003-03-23T15:29:22.796-06:00

It's too nice a day NOT to grill dinner. Anyone interested? Call me.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-909542492003-03-18T17:41:00.000-06:002003-03-18T17:41:28.590-06:00

St. Patrick's Day, 2003. Ouch. My head hurts from getting stupid drunk. My face and knees hurt from following Hallas' 007 shortcut down from the top of a parking garage, which mostly involved a long drop onto a concrete floor, and a forceful collision with a brick wall. My wallet hurts from paying $4 for little dixie cups of crappy green beer. My stomach hurts from taking on 3 burritos with

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-906046052003-03-12T14:09:00.000-06:002003-03-12T14:09:09.483-06:00

I love being home from work at 1:30. I feel like I just got out of school, except the cartoons aren't even on yet. Neither is TRL. Or anything else worth watching on TV. But it's so nice out today, I might dust off my ball glove, if anyone wants to play. Anyone?

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-905589322003-03-11T20:07:00.000-06:002003-03-11T22:59:06.000-06:00

So poker night went well last night. Some made money, some lost money, and some can't tell you if they left with more than they brought to the table. This will be a weekly occurrence. Thanks to Andy for the wings, and the use of your Van Wilder DVD for all these months. Thanks to Nels for funding my gambling, and taking pictures. Thanks to everyone else for coming, and thaks to everyone who

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-903774372003-03-08T18:57:00.000-06:002003-03-08T19:38:00.000-06:00

I find it odd that my roommate Ben throws away perfectly good, and rather expensive, food, within hours of its purchase, because he can't be bothered to store leftovers properly, but he saves two-thirds eaten McFlurry's in the freezer. For weeks at a time. Yes, the ones from McDonalds. God forbid we waste two ounces of fast food ice cream. I went to Johnson County Community College the

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-903403322003-03-07T22:40:00.000-06:002003-03-08T17:46:03.000-06:00

Whew! Friday already. Good news everybody, Joe is back, albeit at gjwalberg.ORG, not gjwalberg.COM. I wanted to welcome him back on his message board, but it's out of commission. So I decide to email him, but fuck, that's kaput too. It's too late to call, so welcome back, Joey! Oh, apparently Nels Lindahl had a big part in the comeback. Good work, Nels! Joe also got promoted, which is

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-900357112003-03-03T00:13:00.000-06:002003-03-03T00:20:30.000-06:00

So i worked the easiest day of my career at uno's today. Hell, the easiest day at any job, ever. This kid, daniel, the worst cook ever, got fired last week. The way it happened was pretty funny, but that's not the story I'm telling. The schedule for this week was already finished, and daniel was supposed to be one of the two opening cooks today. Daniel no longer has a job, so that presents a

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-898787352003-02-27T21:28:00.000-06:002003-02-27T22:33:55.000-06:00

Wow. It's turning into a very long week (me? spending too much time at work?), but I'm in a GREAT mood. It seems like i've been in a bit of a funk lately, but I woke up in a great mood this morning. So great that I stayed in bed for another hour so I wouldn't fuck it up, in fact. Here's why: 10. Haloscan is working again, after taking a few days off. It seems petty, but I enjoy reading

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-896785222003-02-24T18:59:00.000-06:002003-02-24T18:59:44.700-06:00

Well, the Grammy awards happened last night. did anyone notice? Did anyone know the grammys were on tv? anyone? I didn't, but I watched most of the show. Surprisingly, I enjoyed most of it. The format of the show seemed to emphasize getting through everything quickly, and most of the performances were well above average. Springsteen was good, norah jones was great, and the clash tribute

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-895810052003-02-22T22:05:00.000-06:002003-02-22T22:05:32.266-06:00

Saturday night. Huh. I don't really know what to do with myself. I'm not tired. despite another loooooong week at Uno's. I have tomorrow off, so I needn't worry about getting to bed early. The rommates are both out for the night, so I can watch or listen to anything, without bothering anyone, as loudly as I please. I have just enough cash to cover a case of (cheap) beer. Why the hell can't

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-890711952003-02-13T21:54:00.000-06:002003-02-17T02:03:22.000-06:00

So Nels asks why I haven't posted lately. I haven't seen the sun since thursday afternoon. I've been awake, and outside of my house, but I've been at work before dawn, and left well after dusk. I work longer hours than the sun. That's why I haven't posted lately. But take heart, friends, I haven't forgotten you. Maybe I should take a vacation... I'm still trying to reconstruct all of the

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-889627252003-02-12T02:16:00.000-06:002003-02-12T02:16:09.150-06:00

maybe...

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-889566652003-02-11T23:20:00.000-06:002003-02-11T23:38:54.000-06:00

My computer is fixed! Thanks to Nels for hooking a brotha up, and fixing my PC. Nels was kind enough to interrupt his busy evening and navigate the treacherous two blocks from his house to mine, where he spend a solid 15 minutes plugging away at my keyboard, before crossing his arms, nodding his head, and voila! giving birth to windows 2000. It's the OS i needed, though I didn't know it.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-888952922003-02-10T23:18:00.000-06:002003-02-10T23:18:11.193-06:00

I didn't see the sun today. Man, it's hard to be happy when I spent twice as long as I was supposed to at work, so my coworkers would only be short one person on a busy night (Roy Williams' talk show happens at Uno's), and I'm going to get my ass chewed about it in the morning by my boss, who should have scheduled enough people in the first place. But my commentboard is fixed, again!

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-887885192003-02-09T00:35:00.000-06:002003-02-09T00:35:06.400-06:00

Fuck, I broke the internet again. My page won't load on any computer in my house. Mine still doesn't have an OS. Cory's is having problems due to good old brain damaged windows ME. Ben is apparently afraid of anyone seeing his internet porn, so he has a password on every part of his computer that could be assigned a password. So I hope somebody else can read this. Helloooooo..... It's

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-887432672003-02-07T23:09:00.000-06:002003-02-07T23:09:47.736-06:00

So I thought it would be a good idea to ask anyone who had a say in the process to work me until I can't be worked no more. They obliged. ugh. It's a struggle to stay upright in the chair right now, but tomorrow, I plan to write about Stoner Cory and the worst pair of shoes I've ever paid money for, maybe from my own computer, thanks to Nels. Stay tuned!

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-885134612003-02-03T22:37:00.000-06:002003-02-03T22:37:34.533-06:00

So I'm now the featured site on GJWalberg.com. Wow. I never thought I'd be featured on anything beyond my parents' refrigerator. It's really quite a compliment, considering that I've never actually told anyone about this site. I don't even pimp myself out on messageboards designed to let people pimp their sites out. But I do pimp other people out. Nels is a former debate rival, a blue

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-883644942003-01-31T23:16:00.000-06:002003-01-31T23:23:30.000-06:00

It's friday already. crap. It's been a long week, friends, with no rest in sight. Usually after almost 3 months, a job becomes routine. You get a chance to look around, to relax, to converse with your coworkers, to do anything but work for 8 hours, nonstop, without so much as a smoke break, now that I'm through with the smoking. The last time I dared to screw around at work was almost a

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-881418712003-01-27T23:51:00.000-06:002003-01-27T23:51:30.583-06:00

Micky is a blogwhore.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-881239132003-01-27T17:51:00.000-06:002003-01-27T23:15:08.000-06:00

I'm so glad that the Raiders lost the Super Bowl. They were a substandard team that should have been watching the game on TV anyway. Farewell to Brad S's sunday night dance party. Brad and the crew at Stout's made a "house shot" a "house shot". They also helped me get kicked out of college, but that's another story. I feel bored. Not frustrated or iritated, just bored, like I have nothing

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-879934572003-01-24T22:50:00.000-06:002003-01-24T22:52:07.000-06:00

So... It's really starting to cool off out there, huh? I hadn't really felt cold until I left work last night, soaked from the chest down with cold water. I was supposed to leave at 2:00, but I'm a very slow worker, especially since I've had to train myself to execute a new job in the Uno's kitchen. Sure, I got trained, but the guy who trained me was fired for being incompetent, so I'm not

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-878147012003-01-21T19:45:00.000-06:002003-01-21T19:45:29.196-06:00

Oh, and remember to be at JB Stout's this sunday for Brad S's final SIN night!

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-877721332003-01-21T01:15:00.000-06:002003-01-21T19:15:51.000-06:00

So Erica is dealing with the frustration of not being able to tell her coworkers to fuck off, as is her husband, who works in a restaraunt, just like me. I too want to tell some of my coworkers to fuck off, but I have refrained so far. I did, however, set the gears a-turnin' to end at least one career at Uno's, and everybody is pretty happy about it. More details to come later. I'm

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-876712562003-01-19T01:18:00.000-06:002003-01-19T01:18:09.426-06:00

So... the housewarming got moved to tonight. Eating will commence around 5:00. Call me with questions/ directions.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-875621152003-01-16T18:44:00.000-06:002003-01-17T01:44:00.000-06:00

Ten days, zero cigarettes. Quitting still sucks. The blogging world has lost one of it's true standouts. Sarah Hatter has decided to stop writing, at least temporarily, because of some apparently very harsh and very undeserved criticism. I am greatly saddened by this news. Miss Hatter's is one of a couple of sites that inspired me to start this one. She's one of my blog mothers, and a

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-872912432003-01-11T22:39:00.000-06:002003-01-11T23:07:45.000-06:00

Thanks to everyone who has offered their words of encouragement as I break the only real addiction that I have ever known. Not smoking is the hardest thing I've ever decided to do. It's my fifth day without as much as touching a cigarette. It's been years since I made it this far, even though I realize that five days isn't a very long time to go without something. The physical symptoms have

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-872541992003-01-11T00:20:00.000-06:002003-01-11T00:20:58.460-06:00

Quitting smoking sucks. On the eve of my fourth day without a single cigarette, the physical symptoms have given way to a test of will. This is where I've always failed in the past. I start making deals with myslef, like only smoking in bars, or while drinking, or at work, etc. The hardest part has been breaking my routine. Most of the cigarettes that a smoker consumes during the course of

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-871011112003-01-08T00:53:00.000-06:002003-01-08T00:53:20.070-06:00

This week's goal: I will fix all of the broken links, crappy fonts, formatting errors, and that goddamn guestmap. This template was supposed to be temporary, something that I could use instead of a blogger template while I was working on a more permanent look. I won't use a pre made template, or an HTML editor. I will only use a template that I write in freehand HTML, so it's just me and

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-871006932003-01-08T00:40:00.000-06:002003-01-08T00:40:19.510-06:00

So i guess it's time for my weekly update of the crap that keeps me from putting up a post of any real substance. I have heard a rumor of Ben or Cory actually driving to the cable company's office to get our cable modem turned on, so maybe I'll be able to spend a little time online without screaming in agony while waiting for a page to load. Work is great. It's wearing me down like no other,

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-867758372002-12-31T23:53:00.000-06:002002-12-31T23:53:10.430-06:00

Aaaaaaarg! Dialup sucks! We finally finished all the moving and cleaning and whatnot. The Quail Creek house is no more. We officially turn in our keys on thursday, and never step foot in the place again. Last night we cleaned until 3am. I scrubbed the walls, which still had marks and scratches from when we moved in, a year ago. Ben scrubbed the downstairs shower for the fifth or sixth time

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-865346512002-12-25T21:42:00.000-06:002002-12-25T21:42:36.613-06:00

Merry Christmas, everyone. I'm having the best holiday that I've had in a while, as well as the shortest. I got into Lenexa at 9:00 last night. I'll leave at 7:45 tomorrow to make it back to lawrence at 8:45 for a doctor's appointment that was supposed to happen last friday. But I've enjoyed all 1,478 minutes of my Christmas vacation. Mass was better than usual, and a bit shorter.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-864214552002-12-22T22:43:00.000-06:002002-12-22T22:43:31.130-06:00

Is it sunday already? Crap. Christmas is in 3 days. I haven't even thought about starting to shop. I guess I should get on that. Some people are already getiing their presents, you know. Work is going well, except for one coworker, Sean. After only 5 weeks at Uno's, I get to play the self righteous veteran and be pissed at the new guy for making me look bad. I'm not the red baron of pizza

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-862065942002-12-18T00:17:00.000-06:002002-12-18T00:17:21.506-06:00

Which Muppet Are You? You loud, wild and a leader! Your quite a dare devil and your parents are telling you always to keep it down! Its good to be energetic but calm down sometimes! I don't think this quiz is entirely accurate. It's been an exhausting week, dear readers, and I just haven't had the time or energy to write anything worth reading. Hell, I walk a pretty fine line anyway.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-860970692002-12-16T00:56:00.000-06:002002-12-16T00:56:09.183-06:00

So I haven't written much lately. I will end the sabbatical soon, probably tomorrow (monday). I plan to talk about my new job, being broke, not smoking, and the final installment of the Victor Continental Show. Stay Tuned!

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-857099502002-12-08T22:20:00.000-06:002002-12-08T23:18:41.000-06:00

More template-changing fun. I switched my guestmap from a USA map to a world map. Unfortunately, the marked locations did not shift accordingly, so Erica is in Iceland, Sarah is in Canada (sorry, Sarah) Micky is somwhere in Russia, while Joe, Andy and myself are swimming around in the Caspian Sea. Boy, the water is cold this time of year. Brr. I intend to fix it soon, but not tonight. I

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-855762102002-12-05T22:43:00.000-06:002002-12-05T23:06:02.000-06:00

Oh man. I got the worst haircut of my life today. I've been sheared pretty badly in the past, but today takes the damn cake. The fool doing it couldn't get the back even, despite his FOUR attempts to do so. The worst part? that fool is me. I was very into punk rock during high school, both the music and the lifestyle, despite my residence in The Johnson County suburbs. When you join the "

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-855349682002-12-05T07:08:00.000-06:002002-12-05T07:08:41.923-06:00

Insomnia sucks. I should be asleep. There's no reason for me to be awake. I woke up about 50 min ago. Since then I have snacked on leftover turkey and stuffing from Joe's thanksgiving (both were quite good. Mrs. W knows what's up, yo), drank all the milk in the house and some beer (seperately, thanks), walked around the house a bit, looked at some webpages, none of which were at all

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-854937062002-12-04T12:42:00.000-06:002002-12-04T12:42:38.030-06:00

Does anybody know anything about Java? I don't, and it's pissing me off. You see, every morning, I wake up and check a few webpages, including Joe. Every day, someone will notify me on the messageboard that my comments aren't working. Every goddamn day. It's like Groundhog Day, with a webpage. It's enough to drive a guy to profanity. Lots of profanity. Any advice would be greatly

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-854355452002-12-03T12:08:00.000-06:002002-12-03T12:36:21.000-06:00

So I just reread the post I wrote last night. It's kind of intense, isn't it? I could change it, but that would be cowardly and revisionist. I'll stand by what I wrote; it's all true. Reading it this morning, I 'm astounded at my own focus and clarity. I figure I should start doing something. Oh, and seriously, who's reading this page from singapore? Iceland? Where are you people. I know

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-854220472002-12-03T01:57:00.000-06:002002-12-03T02:08:01.000-06:00

I spent 5 hours wiritng the original version of this post. It was raw, it was emotional, it might have hurt some feelings. I screwed up and lost it. I couldn't reproduce all 5000 word of the original if i wanted to. This might be a depressing read, but it's the most joyous, shining, hopeful and positive thought I've had in as long as I can remember. Here's the abridged version: I

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-853936662002-12-02T14:51:00.000-06:002002-12-02T14:58:00.000-06:00

So Joe started packing the other day. I am astounded by the sheer volume of stuff that he crammed into that little shoebox of a bedroom, while still having enough space left for him, and Erin every now and then. He even had a little maneuvering space left. I have been made keenly aware of just how many possessions Joe has accumulated on a few occasions in the past year. When we moved into

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-852703442002-11-29T16:23:00.000-06:002002-11-30T01:06:14.000-06:00

Oh I have a headache. Yesterday will be remembered as the drunkest Burger thanksgiving ever, at least until next year. Or maybe it was just MY drunkest turkeyday yet. You see, in my family, 21 means 21. Among the other relatives, we have 2 policemen (one of which was on duty during dinner, the only time ANYONE has worn a gun to dinner at grandma's), 3 priests, and 3 nuns. The kids absolutely

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-849815792002-11-23T15:25:00.000-06:002002-11-23T15:25:03.936-06:00

Oh, and don't forget to sign the guestmap, on the left side of the page.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-849812772002-11-23T15:16:00.000-06:002002-11-23T15:18:02.000-06:00

My day has been made, by the beautiful and talented Sarah Hatter. A personal shout out. Wow. I feel all warm inside, and it has nothing to do with the 4 cups of coffee I've consumed in the last 30 minutes. Yet another reason why her site is quickly moving up the list of my favorites. Well, that and the great writing. Thanks, Sarah! Life Lessons I've learned in the last 24 hours: 1.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-849160282002-11-22T03:37:00.000-06:002002-11-22T03:37:01.166-06:00

I want to take this time to thank Sarah Hatter for the shout out. It really was the high point of my day. Besides the singing homeless guys, that is. Maybe if she mentioned me by name...

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-849045352002-11-21T21:36:00.000-06:002002-11-21T21:41:00.000-06:00

Ugh. I don't think apartment hunting should be as diffucult as I'm making it. I spent half of my goddamn day today getting downtown (God bless the T), looking at an apartment that is both too small AND expensive, then getting back from downtown. It's enough to make a guy take desperate action to get his hands on a car. I just called my parents, drawing on my "white guy from suburban

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-848631552002-11-21T04:29:00.000-06:002002-11-21T04:29:36.350-06:00

Damnit. I just lost a GREAT post.

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-847977292002-11-19T22:12:00.000-06:002002-11-21T04:07:18.000-06:00

I just made a few behind- the- scenes changes that nobody will notice, and I added a comment feature, because I'm too poor to pay for web hosting that would support a real-deal messageboard. If I wasn't too poor to make it happen, I'd be too cheap. Let's see if it works!

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-847530132002-11-19T02:24:00.000-06:002002-11-20T13:45:57.000-06:00

.What a long weekend. - Sarah's birthday party was Friday, with festivities located at the "Court of Appeals" in downtown Shawnee. A block from my grade school, to be exact. Funny how I never really noticed the place. It used to be called something else, but the bar is a dive, a little hole in the wall that you wouldn't notice if you weren't looking for the huge, brightly lit sign out front,

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-845574512002-11-14T21:08:00.000-06:002002-11-15T01:50:31.000-06:00

Ha! I called it 4 days ago. We ran out of paper towels and Erin hooked us up. Thanks, Erin. You're the best. She brought toilet paper, too. I guess she couldn't put up with us running out of essential paper goods. OTHER THINGS WE"RE OUT OF: 1. Milk 2. Bread 3. OJ 4. Cookies (chocolate chip or snickerdoodles) 5. Lettuce 6. Marinara Anyone is welcome to bring us any of these items in

patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01663622371596136916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895109.post-845178702002-11-14T03:28:00.000-06:002002-11-14T03:28:09.900-06:00

So I got my last Biggin's paycheck today. That feels good. I did it without giving up my beat up, bleach spotted, stench permeated Biggin's shirts. That feels GREAT. I never have to enter that god forsaken hellhole ever again. While I was there, I found out that Dodgin, the GM, had fired the only other manager and the lead cook in his latest firing binge. Enough about that. Today I did

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