A spoonful of tact helps you not suck

Hello friends, enemies (yeah right, who wouldn’t like me?), strangers and lurkers. I’m very happy to have the opportunity to type at your face. Happy Superbowl Sunday if you’re into such things, but I don’t think I’ll be participating in the "festivities". The quotation marks seemed appropriate for some reason. The title of this entry doesn’t really apply to the entry, but it’s something that people should keep in mind.

I know I haven’t written in nearly a week, and that’s because I’ve been working a lot and have continually been some combination of tired and cranky. I’ve been working mostly at the Co-op and am still managing to fumble my way through transactions with some acceptably minimal amount of success. Nah, I’m basically doing fine there. Yesterday I did kindof annoy the old mayor of the city where all my crap stays (Graham Richard) by accidentally shaking up his drinks after he told me not to move them very much. Whoops! He did have the infectious charm of a politician though,  which is something I hadn’t really experienced directly until that day. I’m kindof glad when I embarass myself though because it’s one less time I’ll have to embarass myself by making a particular mistake before I know EVERYTHING. Does that make sense?

I have some recreational crush on some dude at the Co-op, and that’s totally lame. It’s the kind of crush that doesn’t make me sick to my stomach but still manages to be a bit of a distraction. For reals, I left him one of those notes in the style of Matt (an entry or two back), so we’ll see what happens. Mine wasn’t anonymous though, and if he thinks I’m creepy then he clearly isn’t ready to hang with ol’ D-Dawg. It’s not that I’m particularly forward or not shy, I’m just impatient. Plus there’s really no reason for me to not say what I want to say in a given situation. Oh, if I only had this feeling of the-moment-is-now when it comes to being productive and doing something with my life.

Right now I’m trying to decide how much MySpace sucks. It is useful and entertaining in some sense, but every now and then some figure from my past decides to friend me and it makes me feel all weird. This morning for instance I got a friend request from one of my childhood buddies, Jeremy. He was the son of my mom’s old best friend so we hung out a lot  when I was in the 4th, 5th and 6th grades. I guess I kindof had a crush on him (as much as someone that age could really have a crush on one of their dude friends), but didn’t really talk to him after I moved to Georgia and haven’t talked to him since.

Well, like I said, he sent me a friend request. I was a little disappointed when I went to his MySpace page and saw that his layout had to do with cars and boobies, and there were lots of pictures of scantily clad women, and pictures of his two daughters. He’s 26 and told me that he’s been with his wife for 10 years (though they’ve only been married for 7 of those years), and he’s still living in the same small town and working for some lumber company. He seems happy from the brief communication we’ve had (today), and I feel kindof weird for expecting something different from him since I haven’t known him all this time. I do wonder sometimes how different I’d be if I hadn’t moved around so much and had settled down in one of the small towns I lived in in Michigan, Georgia or Indiana. Would my goals be different? No offense to anyone, really, but I’m pretty glad my life turned out differently than my middle school friends that are coming out of the woodwork.

Okay, this is something I’m just going to say since it was on my mind earlier, and you don’t have to read it if you’re a dude or are offended by things I have to put into my vagina: One of the most annoying things in the entire world is when a tampon is at that awkward stage where it’s in, but isn’t inserted correctly (or, more specifically, far enough). It’s not like you can just pull it out and try again. Ugh! Life is soooo complicated. Basically kidding.

One of the best things in the world is to surf the interwebs, and this morning I managed to find my political passion and what I stand for. You know how Obama had "Hope" and "Change" as his rallying cry? Well, friends, I would like to submit for your consideration:

The end.