90% of the yanks i talk to seem to be unable to tell the difference between IE6SETUP.EXE and IE_S6.cab or .zip, i say "double click on IE6SETUP.exe" they say "do you mean IE_s6?? duh duh huh?" And it burns, it burns so bad. I want to hollar "DID I SAY IE_S6?? YOU BLITHERING KNOB." But i never do, and i believe thats why it burns so badly. I need to hang up on someone, i do it at home all the time, I have a call centersupport friend that i can call, they say something stupid to me, and i get to hollar at them and hang up! It's all the outlet I need.

Lately it's been the most incredible farts I've ever had (frequency and wavelength) and i think it's cause of the no smoking, between the coughing fits and the fartin, coming outta both ends, it's been keeping me busy, but not just me, I know plenty of people who are stinking it up a lot lately, and they now who they are, non stop farts - like 30 seconds long - and stinkin like "freshly opened grave site in spring". What is with that? Is it just the winter air? Well don't breath in too deep unless you know who's standin beside ya. (it could have been me.)

So thats what they meant by that,.......ok, I see it now! Ya you are totally right! lol

Still off the butts as of this writing, the applause is deafening. thank you. So many people say they want to quit, but don't have the time to put out the effort, but i find it's not bad at all, was in the van at lunchtime and Brad had what seemed like a 100 smokes between the burger hut and coffee shop, but it didn't really bother me, and that surprised me, its one thing to be in the bar, and there be a seperate room for smoking, but when it's no more then 2 feet out of my grasp when sitting in the van and still nothing, thats an acomplishmint. That was friday, tried a puff while out at the bar and it was BAD. Not really bad. But bad enough not to make me want more of that vile, soul sucking filth.....Don't ya just hate the x-smokers, all holier than thou and shit, well I vow to never become one of those. If I do, someone please, hit me with an ashtray.

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I think once you reach a certain age you should be dried out in a great big flash dehydrator and then used as a cheap source of food for third world countries. At the very least you should have your car and computer taken away. Stick to the TV, move on only after you'ved mastered the therory of "remote control" and can set the clock on the VCR. Or better yet read a book!, stick with the technology your
generation invented. I loved the movie "Logan's Run", but they should make it 60 instead of 30.
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I have tried using MS Word to blog, but it puts these characters in the mix which get blogged up as wierd characters on the blogger. Shame
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Shoelaces! thats something we never really think about but so much depends on those laces being there and working correctly when you need them, I recently noticed one of my laces are borderline and and may have to be retired as a preventitive measure. It's seen better days for sure, hopefully we won't be putting any undue strain on it and we will be able to keep on tying tight shoes at least til replacements can be purchased. There is the real problem though. Who remembers to "buy" shoelaces? I was at the mall last saturday and had the shoes with the very same problem lace on, and still could not remember to purchase a replacement lace. That is how little onus we actually put on such a large and intragel part of our daily lives. So the next time you bend down to tie your shoes lets take a few extra seconds to acknowledge theseunderapprieciated shoe tightners, examine them for defects and anomalies which might lead to breakage and embarassing loss of shoe. If you have a bit more time, learn how to make your shoe knots just a little more effective.
Shoelaces's are our friends!

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What started out as a beloved daily expression of love, eagerly anticipated, has, over the months, become a chore, a loveable chore, but yet an uphill battle, and little by little it slipped away and over time became a weekly attempt to rekindle that affection which was first felt so long ago, and once again it is becoming something which I feel I must do, and I genuinely want to do, but sometimes lack the drive and, I
must admit, I have failed personally on a committment I made long ago to blog on a daily basis. I feel so bad about it too. DAMN THE NETWORK MONITORS!!!! We never really had a chance, did we! Well, I'm still going to try and do this daily but it's just not going to be as daily as the word daily would imply. But as daily as I can make it.

A brand new year, been off the smokes since 1am saturday morning, and it aint that hard. I quit earlier then is generally recommended to get the girly girl off my back about her quiting while I suck harder on the teet of smokey joy, getting as much of the wonderful drug of life as I could manage between the pains in my throat, my lungs, upper back and my sinuses and the headaches and coughing fits. Really, there wasn't much time for actually smoking, just complaining about smoking, and all the aches and pains associated with smoking. The web site in my previous entry is really helping to stay off them. I no longer wake up and reach for a smoke and then spend the day in that foggy haze, blind to the fact that there's is a whole world of smoke free living out there, covered in fudge and peanuts and one great big spoon in the glass to stir it up, oh baby, stir it up, into a sweet sweet covering for when you need to get it done on time and there's nowhere else to turn, that right. And now I'm gonna get some too!! Wooohooo Stamp that one and we'll see how long it lasts. Me?? I think it's for a good cause, so I'll just give and give and give. Then they always turn around on ya and just, and just bite you on the arse when you need it the most, leaving you hanging there, after walking the whole length of the room only to hear, "no I will take the ugly chair, you shall stand!" and at that point there's absolutly nothing to do but keel over laughing and coughing up brownshit cause you quit smoking only a few days ago and still smell it from the clothes of you co-workers, who seem to think "I'll get everybody down there to blow it on me before I go back upstairs and sit next to skinnyXsmoker!" I know that's not the case but they smell so sweet walking by that I have to squeeze out a big draft blaster fart to bring me back to the cushions of home and hearth, shooting darts and eating pepper fried steak by the bun. Man, I almost forgot about the last time I felt this good, I was like twelve and there was so much going on, it seemed like the last innocent summer, but it wasn't, I never got laid til years later. Still got alot of shine to polish this winter up to a blinding mirror-like reflection and this time I'm pretty sure I won't be forgettin the way it used to be, brown fingers and teeth, and stinking like an old man at the bus stop outside the nursing home after being kicked out of the smoking room because visiting hours are over. So here's props to girly girl for demanding an early release from the butts for me. "Your loves got me skinny so skinny right now, got me skinny so skinny right now!" It's gonna be an uphill battle but I'm up for the challenge.Even the stress of dealing with these people who can't spell their own names, dosent make me want to smoke, I sort of get this run on sentence thing going in my mind and i don't know where to put the commas and periods, where one thought stpos and another starts they just seem to blur into one incoherent mess of tuna and strawberry jellyfish sandwiches all rolled into one miss mash of what the hell are ya talking about anyway and i can't tell you that, you have to figure it out for yourself! "Please oh please Lord Nicoteen, don't forsake me, snuggle me in your smokey arms again, never againwill I turn from the dark side, take me back into the fold, and love me love me love me...." No that won't be me, no way, no friggen way. I hate bloggin on notepad, all the friggin formatting is off see .....Get your friggin hands off my crackers!!