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Chunky Monkey …

It’s only fair I guess. I find some way of using Tim as a source of amusement and he in turn ridicule’s my responses. It’s a give-take relationship.

So … as the official Luuuuuuurve Doctor, when I respond to him I fully know that what I say will become the center of an entry.

So, I wrote to Tim yesterday …
“As for a gift for J, well, I know I face possible published ridicule if I give advice..and without knowing the girl I can’t possibly begin to know what she’s into … but as her boyfriend, I would think a necklace or bracelet would be a good gift.”

So … to clarify, I wouldn’t have told Tim to buy a fake gold bracelet. And I dont think of it as a couldn’t think of what to get you gift … of course I was thinking of something more expensive than a gift from a cracker jack box. A music CD is good for a friend, but I think it should be something more special for your first boyfriend/girlfriend gift … but that’s just me.

So, I’m beginning to wonder how many people actually respond to Tim and how many will continue to do so, since he ridicules everyone. Poor Kristen got it yesterday, after recommending a tiara for his little princess. Katie, you were mentioned on the hit list … I wouldnt write to Tim if I were you.

So, my next suggestion was for Tim to buy J a surfboard and some purple hair dye …

I’ve worked for ten years. I started when I was 15 1/2 as a “courtesy clerk” at a grocery store. Basically I put groceries in bags, and did alot of shit work. After a year of that, I was promoted to a grocery clerk, and a year later became the stores bookkeeper. I spent three years doing the bookkeeping, five years working for the grocery chain.

I then took a job as a graphic designer for a small print shop, and worked their for two years.

Then I worked for a magazine publisher for two years, and now I work for an internet startup company that focuses on online media for a young generation.

I started thinking about all of this today, and started to really long for a break. As with all internet startups, there is the slightest possibility of making alot of money on the stock I was given, and so I’m keeping my fingers crossed. We’ve received alot of good press, and alot of us have been counting our stock options.

So, what if I made a couple million on my stock (hypothetically). Well, once the stock was totally mine, I’d quit … I’ve worked with computers all my life, and I’d look for a job that didn’t involve them. In fact, I might work with the public again. See, working with the public isn’t that bad if you are a millionaire … you can just tell people to go to hell. I’ve also thought about teaching, perhaps high school. I could easily teach business, accounting, or even computer technology … maybe web design.

And finally, I’d move out of California. This place is sucking the life out of me. Rent is out of control … gas is out of control … the weather is out of control. “I want to get out of this place, if it’s the last thing I ever do … ”

So, that’s what I would do. I dont normally think about things like that, but this time it feels different. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.

I told Krysten that I would mention, she’s not in love with Tim … just his messy hair, along with the messy hair of a few others.

Yesterday’s entry was really, really long … I didnt realize it until I was finished, and the kept scrolling and scrolling and scrolling …

I’m very tired today … I dont usually come home and fall asleep, but tonight I came home, layed down and before I knew it, it was three hours later … where does the time go, I just shut my eyes for a second, I swear.

Since my family celebrates Christmas together on Christmas Eve, we have exactly 10 days left. 10 days to gather gifts, and get ready for the big day … then 17 days left till the year 2000 hits us … then what? nothing … just the rest of our lives.

I dont have to work between Dec. 24 and Jan. 2nd, so I dont know what I’ll do with myself. I’ll probably visit with friends … and have a lunch date with a former coworker planned, and may go apartment/house looking …

… and if I get really into it, I might do a redesign of one of my sites … My home page gbdesigns.com, really needs an update, but more an informational update than anything else. The uClique.com site, needs some content, but since I was just redesigned there is no need for a change. The eViewz.net site really needs to have some kind of overhaul … I might change the whole idea behind it.. I could even move my journal to that domain..hmm.

I found it hilarious in Katie’s entry, how she was the mother of a baby girl for her health class, and she dropped it … so now it has a bandaid on it’s cracked sunken-in head … something doesnt surprise me about that.

I dont want anyone I know reading this journal … okay, so I cant really control that. I think that all of us have to deal with the fact that what we publish has the potential to reach people we know … it just does.

I used to read a journal in a site called, Chunk. The girl named Amy, was very interesting, and very good at design … way before the start of commixion, I’d start my day with Amy. Like I do with others, I’d comment on something I’d read, and she’d respond … we were online friends … then she disappeared. She put up a disclaimer on her site, that she’d gotten tired of it all and needed a break … she wanted to start the journal from scratch … and so she went on a break for a year … let people forget about the domain she created (and successfully at that with thousands of readers a day!). Just recently, she reopened the site … with this catch. You can goto the domain, and will be presented with a an email link, where you can request the home of her new journal … a hidden link at the same domain
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She wanted the personal journal she started long ago.. and got tired of the commercialization … tired of being featured as the winner of an award, or given a link on site of the day …

Just thought I’d share that for some reason.

Today’s journal of the day is one that I’ve enjoyed for some time … Rob always has an interesting perspective, and it just goes to show that having photos on one’s site, does add to the experience.

The Book of Rob – Rob

Okay, so I was on the phone with Dana last night, wearing her favorite hat, and our conversation was just about as elevated as usual. We were discussing drinking, amongst other lofty topics. And that’s when one of my weird little Rob facts came up. (I mentioned this somewhere else, perhaps on my goofy bio page.) It was brought up that I can play the Mexican Hat Dance on my trombone on demand, no matter how drunk I am.

Rob’s journal is more of a book with chapters.. each section has different stories. The last entry, Rob mentioned how he’s has this thing about midgets … he doesnt like them touching him … their funny little fingers and strange little bodies …

By the way, Rob’s wife is also featured … she’s the grubholder at the bottom of the page …

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