Holy Shit I'm a nerd.

I have too much frigging time on my hands. I have a love/hate relationship with EXCEL. I love it for all the wonderful little checklists I create to keep myself organized but I hate it for all the complexities I try to make it do like formulas for auto-calculation and format and shit. Damn I'm a nerd.

Here's my latest nerdlinger checklist for Choco's pet-sitters. Man if i didn't know me and someone sent me this checklist, I'd think to myself...."Self, this person is one fucking nerd with no life. What a frigging tree-hugger animal lover!"



I even created a "COMMAND" worksheet...FUCK I AM SUCH A NERD who's so good at stuff.

"I'm Working From Home"

What does that really mean? Definitely not what it says. It makes me giddy as sh*t that corporations worldwide are losing money to this epidemic of work from home. That's GIVING it to the MAN! So here I am sitting in my pjs, drinking my coffee, "working from home". I feel so entitled, so priviledged to be able to write taunting emails to my fellow mates about how much "work" I'm doing.
I really did have a purpose to work from home today. I need to focus on updating some crappy excel and don't need the jibberjabber of my fellow coworkers bitching about how much they think the place sucks in not so politically correct terms. Yet for some odd reason I'm not getting very much done with the noise from the street, the blaring music from my ipod and constant msn/gtalk messages from my mates about
"my ass hurts" or "im so drunk from binge drinking". Funny though, it doesnt help to have a big ass sitting on your tron that stops you from typing your oh so important blog about not working.

Going back to the past is funny.

I'm referring to an old blog re owning a pet and cannibalism in the case of famine.
Since getting Choco I've been plumping him up...feeding him lots of stinky liver treats so he can blow secret farts when i least expect it. He's starting to get heavier now, mostly muscle. I'm working on that, its so hard not to eat him now espescially when I get really hungry I have to stop myself from staring at him like he's a roast chicken. I don't think it will be hard to eat him, he's not your conventional "cute" dog. I'd say he's grumpy at best. He's always sitting there judging me with those puppy dog disapproving looks that says "Don't even think about eating me." Gawd what a suck.