I have about 10 minutes to write an el-jay entry before my boss picks me up and I head to Orlando for a big CFA corporate ordeal.

Super fast recaps.

Working crazy hours. Kills most of my schedule

Hanging out with peeps. Takes away almost all internet time

Purchased the Ninja 500. Was spooked off the road on Sunday. Please people, stick to YOUR fucking lane when you're driving, even if you can't see around the curve that well. Fucker. Bike starts up, but missing a headlight, right handlebar broke off, not in the best of conditions. Gear saved my life. Bruised, sore, but alive. And thankful. Counting my blessings

Dating Jolie. Really fun, outgoing, slight British accent. From Trinidad. Takes away rest of internet time.

Boss just called. He's early. g2g. love you all, and be safe!

So, after about 2 hours of getting a bureaucratic runaround, I finally was able to determine that the 'date restitution is to be paid' is actually 180 days from Feb13th, which I believe is August 12th. Lovely. Another two months of waiting. The reason 180 days from Jan 3rd was listed is because that's when he owes the State payment for all the court fees and his traffic fines. Thanks for realizing that and translating that me just now. Buuuuut, I guess that means there's still a chance for Mr. Leaving the Scene of an Accident with Property Damage has some time to raise mah monies.

Also, found out I can probably get an ok motorcycle helmet for about $80, and with the probably purchase of Eric's bike this weekend, I might be riding soon. Woot woot!

Also found a place nearby that does really cheap bike repairs. Like welding for $25-$35, depending on the part and such. Kickass.

http://tacticalcorsets.com/

hot damn *nosebleeds*

thanks Tiff ♥

Friends + Beach + Picnic = Awesome

This was written by Ned Hepburn at the boner party and um, I can't stop laughing.

the worst thing about being a self aware kind of guy - which, i gather is you if you indeed have a swinging dick between your legs and you’re reading what i’m writing - is that you are very consciously aware of the age old wisdom: guys are stupid, and girls are crazy.

guys are stupid in a cartoon way. if you’re a girl and you’re reading this, please skip to the next paragraph. ok. no girls are reading this? ok. DUDE. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH WOMEN BEING SO BATSHIT ALL THE TIME? I KNOW, RIGHT? but seriously, that aside, we are stupid in exactly the same way that Tom from Tom & Jerry is “stupid” (he’s the cat, you idiot). we know what we want but have no idea how to get it. silly traps? fun and games? wine and dine another intermittent character to make her jealous enough to come over there and ruin your date? that’s exactly what its fucking like and you know it. unless you’re some kind of creepy super being that just gets pussy on the fly because pussy to him is like jazz and he’s the miles davis of vagina, just grabbing notes out of the air because he “just can”. FUCK that guy. thats not you. he will die alone and angry one day after yelling at the dog. YOU will go on to be “a great dad”, and stuff like that. conveniently, you read Boner Party, and will leave me a large sum of money on your will. i’m kidding. so dude - you don’t need to worry. just understand that you’re stupid.

ok. women. i’m sorry. woMYN. ok, first off, that womYN thing is fucking annoying. overtly aggressive feminism is to women what Yoko was to the fucking Beatles. you broke up the band. i’m sorry. but women - please understand that you are fucking crazy. and its not in a fun “Bridget Jones Lets Spoon You Can Eat Ice Cream I’ll Watch Hulu And Smoke Some Weed” kind of way. fuck no. fuck no not today thank you kindly. women: you are crazy in a way like a Stephen King novel. you are so epic in your craziness that you draw us in, making us read all sorts of shit in to you, laugh with you, cry with you, and when you’re done with us you stick around with us forever in some way or another until the day we die. it fucking sucks. thats the power you have over us. so that means that with every little plot twist we are enveloped in it and invested in it. so that means that when you throw shit at us like “the man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed” or “Pet Cemetery”, it blows our fucking minds because we have no idea what the fuck you’re going on about really but we have to keep following (ok quick tangent: there was ONE fucking pet in Pet Cemetery. i thought it was about PETS. but no. its about a DEAD KID. total fucking bummer).

women, you’re still fucking crazy. its not fair that you have this sort of power over us because its like giving your keys to a Kennedy. you make irrational decisions. you collect shoes. you have periods at the same time as other women just because you are in the same vicinity as them what the fuck is that about that is some fucking werewolf shit im fairly fucking sure. i’m also fairly sure a woman invented The Snuggie. a sizable minority of you fucking ENJOY Sex & The City (hint: anyone who likes that show is a secret whore). so its totally NOT fair. sure, we think farts are fucking hilarious and cry at Wonder Years episodes when nobody is around, but women - fuck - to put it in the simplest way possible: you can’t “emotion” your way out of a problem. and that goes for both sexes, really, but applies directly to yours. and dont give me that Rosie The Riveter mega-femme bullshit. we’re all in the same boat. i just told you how dumb we all are. the least you can do is put the ‘A’ back in ‘WOMYN”.

did i leave anything out? no. i dont think so.

A person such as I should not be left alone to their own thoughts.

Anyways, I'm debating whether or not I care enough about ATC to wait a month to apply, then wait to find out whether or not I got accepted. IF.... If I get accepted in July, I "can expect to get stuff going like the medical and ATSAT by December" according to a friend's manager.

I'm seriously considering just calling up the Air Force Recruiter and seeing what I can get. I don't want to work at CFA for ANOTHER 6 months if I can avoid it. And the AF will be good for my career, decent pay, amazing benefits, etc etc.

My schedule for the rest of the week isn't advantageous for a meeting with the recruiter, so I'll decide around Saturday when I find out my schedule.

On a semi-unrelated note, Sasha, do you still have your LSAT books? I'm vaguely interested in reading it/them?

I guess I should explain the shenanigans of my past few days.

Saturday, went out to the Cantina with some friends. Was pretty fun. Was surprisingly empty, but still fun. For those who don't know, the Cantina is pretty much a gay bar/club. I'm not gay, but the atmosphere is really chillax. And, no cover charge for those over 21 /cheap

Anyways, I confirmed that the old, ugly, creepy guy who comes up to me at Chick-fil-a and slips in things like 'sweetheart' and 'you look nice today' is gay. I saw him at the club, watching me. *shudders* He even came up to me to confirm that I was the guy who worked at the CFA at the mall. Grreeeaaaaattt. Thankfully, not long afterwords, I stopped noticing him creepily watching me from the corner. I think he left or something. He wasn't the only one who recognized me as being the 'cheerful gut who works at the mall cfa', but he's the only creepy one. The rest I'm pretty cool with.

But come Monday, he shows up at Chick Fil A, and I come from the back having finished with some basic behind-the-door choors, and saw him being helped by one of my coworkers. Whew, bullet dodged, right? Nope. He crosses three lines and cuts into the one I'm starting up to show me his bag of food. "I got chick fil a today" he says. "Great choice" I say, being the cheerful cfa guy I am, and promoting my restaurant like I'm supposed to. "So, did you have fun on Saturday?" he continues. Fuuuuuck. I really don't want to deal with this. ESPECIALLY during the food court's rush hour, where there's a long line. "Sir, that was last Saturday, I'm at work now." I point out my uniform, and look for a customer, hoping one will interrupt what I know to be inevitable. Then he says it. "Well, I was wondering if you'd like to join me for lunch sometime this week." Goddammit. Stop wasting my time, there's a huge line, come back later so I can reject you in a nicer, more polite way. "Thanks, but I'm really busy, and I have a lot to take of this week. Can I help the next customer?"

Gyuh. Why can't decent looking women be interested in me? Heck, I'll take either or for passing interests. Decent looking or female. But fuck my self-esteem. A cheating 'girlfriend' two weeks prior, a broken car a few days ago, and the only thing I can attract is a guy who's face looks partially melted, balding with huge thick glasses, nearing obese, smells funny, and says the creepiest things at the worst times. FML

Also have to try and get in contact with the State Attourney and figure out the Small Claims Courts now. Because dumbass has decided to not pay ANY of the money he owes me. I seriously hope they repo his car, auction it off to pay me what he owes me, and throw his irresponsible ass in jail.

Anyways. Thank you Ion for picking me up afterwards and taking me to pick up my car. Afterwards, he taught Mahjong to Brendon and I. Was fun. Had cheap pizza, banana smoothies, was a better closing to the creep-tastic day.

Pole dancing can cause you to be sore the next morning. Be cautious when you start doing the higher-end tricks.

Anyways, I had a blast yesterday. Learned a little bit on how to play drums. Forgot my uniform in Sal's truck. But he'll hopefully be by later today with it. After that, went clubbing with Chris and two coworkers. Too many people from the club recognized me as the 'cheerful guy from chick-fil-a' .... this upcoming week will be awkward/interesting.

Tomorrow I pick up my car. It's going to hurt my wallet, but I'm glad my camry is fixed.

So, I might be learning to count with his entire body this weekend.

Also, I need some new icons. like fo sho

What a great wonderful fucking past 24 hours.

First off, thank you to all those who helped me, either with rides, talking and keeping me from dieing of boredom, or just checking up on me. Thanks. I love you guys <3

( crazy escapades behind this cut )

I've also found out today that these 'gift card' bonuses that I get for doing an awesome job are taken directly out of my paycheck, in the form of pure tax. AKA I've have about $150 taken out of my paycheck from the 15 gift cards I've received for doing an awesome job. Right next to Social Security, Medicare, and FIT holdings.

And since the lovely local resident who proceeded to rear end me last year, then dismiss the accident at unimportant hasn't paid me any of the settlement money yet, I have a feeling he's going to be bawling in court on Saturday/Monday about how he doesn't have any money to pay me for his lack of responsibility and blah blah blah. Should this be the case, I hope they throw him in jail and auction off his car to pay me what he owes me. Why should a man with multiple DUIs, a suspended license, AND all the infractions caused by his encounter with me be allowed to own a car?

Ask me a question. Anything. I don't care what it is. I'll answer it.

Saw Star Trek last night. Was pretty cool, buuuut

( Spoilers? )

Pretty movie, good casting. BIIIIIIIG plothole. And missing Klingons, but I guess that'll be the sequel, right?

Motorcycles.

Fucking Awesome.

'nuff said.

Just spent 15 minutes lifting weights and pushing iron around at the gym. THEN I ran a 6m40s mile. FUCK YEAH!

Getting old is for pussies

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I have also eaten my manly oats, and had two quarter pound burgers (home cooked). Delish. About to head out to anime club. Pretty kickass day overall

I'm in a staring contest with the bottle of Grey Goose. I wonder who will win (or how long it will last). His Japanese buddy, the bottle of Saki, is trying hard to distract me too. Cheaters.

The Sneak Russian Smirnov comes in from behind and attacks! Slurp lurp lurp

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So, in order for me to apply to be an Air Traffic Controller, I have to wait until the short opening between July 6th to July 17th.

Fun stuff, more waiting. If this doesn't work out, I'll probably just go and talk to an Air Force Recruiter and see what they have to offer to me. I doubt by then I'll give a shit what it really is :-x

It's only 10:15am, and I already want to be drunk. This weekend can't come fast enough. I just want to get shitfaced and not remember how shitty my life is slowly becoming, at least for a little while.

Goddamn this sucks. I clock in at 8:30am to help unload truck. I get done at 9:30am, which is fine, because that's what my boss asked me to do. Plus, I got another gift card for coming in at odd hours and relatively short notice. But now I'm bored as shit until I have to clock back in at 3:30pm, and work until 9:30ish. I'm grateful for the hours, but every day I'm still here in Florida, not furthering or even starting my career, heck, any career, I die a little bit more inside.

And this never ending storm is doing nothing to elate my mood. I think I was teleported to Seattle, and didn't get the memo. Good lord, the 5 day forecast predicts rain for Monday as well. I really REALLY hope this doesn't mess up my motorcycle lessons. It's like the one non-alcoholic thing I have to look forward to as of now.

Some days I'm not sure if I win or lose.

( I think today, I lost )