This might as well be me; I hate treadmills...

Just thought I'd put these pictures up, I thought they were kinda cool. My brother designed and did his own tattoos. I found out they weren't just lick and sticks after I slapped his arm. I guess I'm not really surprised, he was always drawing on himself (and me) when we were little. I'm not too thrilled about their size, or location, but I'm still pretty impressed with the artistic aspect of it.

On my way to go see Brokeback Mountian, and my tire blows out. God's way of punishing me? Maybe. Anyway, a flat tire on the coldest day of the year, go figure. Since I have custom wheels and tires, I couldn't just slap another wheel on there and have that be that. I couldn't find a place to get wheels either... being Saturday, every asshole and their brother are getting their car serviced. No time for this asshole. I had no choice though, I had to put one of those goofy doughnuts on. I have no idea how to change a tire either, so I'm out there with my friend for an hour, freezing our asses off. At this point I'm pissed, freezing, not happy theres a camera being shoved in my face, and all around not enjoying the experience. But, I'm happy to report we successfully got the spare on. Today blows... pun intended.

Playing around on Photoshop, as always.

Luke got me Versace sunglasses for Valentine's Day... I love 'em!

This is my first pair of sunglasses since I was about five. You know the really big kind that were usually in the shape of some sort of Disney character? Slight improvement, don't you think?

Ah, Valentine's Day....

Quentin is my buddy, and also my eye doctor. Jenn has messed him up pretty bad, whatever... Hope things work out for him.

Quentin: I wanna get flowers for Jenn at Kabloom...

Me: Yeah, we like that crap.

Quentin: They must think I'm an asshole there... I think in the last 6 months... I've sent flowers to 6 different addresses.. hahaha. They probably think I'm a cheating bastard.

Me: Haha, man... that's hilarious. Why do you guys do that? Throw enough shit at the wall, some is bound to stick?

Quentin: I know... they're like should we send these flowers to Tam again in Utah...um no... actaully this is for Jessica.. here's her adress.... um ok... hahaha. I seriously just want to stick with one... I swear on my whatever.

Me: If they really wanted to fuck with you they'd send flowers to different addresses with different names...

Quentin: Actually... they like me there...

Me: Sure. Because you spend so much money there, ha. Good luck bud.

Quentin: Shit...

K.O.E., Sir!

I have Statistics on Wednesday nights. Its me, and 7 guys. Most of which are older, and were in the service. My professor was in charge of some sort of artillery unit in the Army for God knows how many years. He calls everyone by their last name, and can never remember mine. Three letters, come on man.

So he tries calling on me, but has no idea what to call me, so he calls on someone else instead ; "Smith," go figure. So after Smith answers, I raise my hand and go "Kilo Oscar Echo, sir!" I've never seen that man smile, until now. So I do the next problem, give my answer and he goes "Negative!" What, negative? I thought it was positive? Shot, move, communicate!

At this point I'm messing with him, and of course he gets all flustered and goes "Affirmative we have a negative." At this point everyones so confused he starts talking about when he would lead cadence, and suggested that we all get up and show attention. I didn't want to play, I didn't even know how to play. He sure as hell taught me though.

This is my riffle, this is my gun...

Who does this??

Passed out at work today.

Yeah... had our annual OSHA training. Every year there's a video, a test, and an exam. Every year the video makes me sick... I don't do well with needles and blood, and yes I work in a hospital. After the video they shove needles in us like we're fresh lab rats.

Graphic video + the video suddenly happening to me = me hitting the floor.

Oh, and the next set of videos are "team work" videos. Well all sit in the conference room and talk about how your co-workers are your family, and all that shit. Touchy feely bullshit, as my grandpa puts it.


Bring on the cuddle huddle...