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What a fucking day. I was at work for all for three hours. Less than that, really. A told me about an auction in the building next to us. They had gone belly up a few months ago and were selling off their stock. I immediately took off. Auctions are fun, I've found, especially the ones in Montreal. I like the intonations of the auctioneer, the higher pitch and the lower pitch. It's entertaining, so much so that you just want to buy from the guy. Today's auctioneer was a short, middle-aged Jewish man in a pink shirt. He was good. I had my eye on a P-III 500 Mhz machine with all sorts of things. It went for $425. I was out at $250. There were all kinds of things for sale there, even a 60" TV. That's right. 60". A $12000 projector went for $2500. Nutso. A Celeron-466 computer came up. I got it for a song. Two hundred bones. 17" monitor included. Pretty sweet. I'd do a better job of writing this, except that something...happened...tonight...I can't talk about it here, or anywhere. But it could fuck me up for more than a few days. It was a celestially bizarre coincidence that I can't quite get my head around. I dunno. We'll see. 0 scrawls at the end of this hallThe look: The feel: The taste: ________________________ Tuesday, Oct. 08, 2002 - 1:23 p.m. Nothing yet In 31 days, I will be 28 years old. That's fine. I am not worried about getting older. What worries me is that often, I start getting excited about my birthday weeks in advance. That improves my attitude more and more. My confidence level goes up, I feel more powerful and dynamic and I enjoy everything more (except work). This feeling lasts into December. It's like I'm at my best. But this year nothing is happening. I am not feeling any better or more confident or anything, and it is already October 8. Worrisome. Maybe I need some other kind of inspiration other than my birthday. 0 scrawls at the end of this hallThe look: The feel: The taste: ________________________ Tuesday, Oct. 08, 2002 - 1:11 p.m. I'd like a date to go, please Here is a document that I helped proofread: As Christmas is quickly approaching I joyfully invite you to our Christmas party. This year, the party will be held on December 20th in the magnificent Chateau Vaudreuil, which is situated to the West of the Montreal Island, about 30 minutes from downtown and 20 minutes from Dorval Airport. The entertainment theme for the evening will be that of the casino mobster from the 1930s. If the mood strikes you, you may want to dress like Al Capone or Rita Hayworth. Alternatively you can choose not to dress up, as you wish. There will of course be music, black jack tables, roulette tables, flapper girls and other surprises. The entertainment will be bilingual and will last from 6:00 p.m. till 1:00 a.m. Don�t worry, the money isn�t real, but the fun is! A hotel room for one night will be offered to every employee and his or her companion. The President insists that everybody use this as a way to avoid driving drunk. Please confirm with me whether you will be accompanied or not. The deadline is November 14. If you are currently do not have a guest to bring, then I wish you good luck in finding the perfect person to join you at this wonderful Christmas party. Whenever you have questions, feel free to contact me. The attached file is a map of the area where Chateau Vaudreuil is situated. You might want to look at their web site at: www.chateau-vaudreuil.com. I am looking forward to receiving your confirmations, and I wish you a very, merry Christmas. Well? Any takers? Fakers? 0 scrawls at the end of this hallThe look: The feel: The taste: ________________________ Tuesday, Oct. 08, 2002 - 8:50 a.m. The Dating Baron It is frustrating when you want to express some thoughts here, but you know that the wrong person will read these words. So what do you do? I'll put it this way: I want something else in life. I want a bit of a challenge both professionally and otherwise. I'm not sure how I can do this at either end. Well, I have an idea professionally. Last week a former employee (a consultant who no one ever thought would leave) came back to teach a class. I told him briefly that I was not satisfied with what I am doing, and he gave me his email address. Maybe he can help out. ____________________________________ My two closest friends (not counting S and J, they are in different categories altogether) are simply dating machines right now. About a month ago Deb tried the online thing. I suggested Nerve personals (Did I tell you that I met S through there and that my description of that night was published in one of the print versions of the magazine? Yes sir.). Ever since, she was dated about 6 different guys on about 10 different occasions. Lots to choose from for her. So she gets some exposure and even some play if she wants it. Saab, on the other hand, is the King of Good Timing. Since August he has received a handjob on a beach in Hawaii during the World Ultimate Frisbee Tournament(the word handjob cracks me up, don't ask why), showered with a teammate, picked up in a bar and had a few dates there (I ran intereference with her friend while he "made off with the booty"), got set up by his aunt with a "nice girl" (hey, it was a date), and will go out with an exercise partner this weekend. I might describe my vision of my shower scene some other time. I described a bunch of stuff about Saab's Sunday night here, but I hid it. If you know what you are doing, you can easily find it. It isn't especially well-written, as I am a little rushed here, but it's there anyway. Now I don't want to present my friends as particularly easy: Saab has been lucky to be around a number of single, quality women lately. He hasn't even slept with any of them. He is not a slut. Deb is simply responding to demand and seeing differnt people and having fun. It's a recent phenomenon. As for me, well, it's been a funny year. Maybe I'll get more into that, but I probably won't. 0 scrawls at the end of this hallThe look: The feel: The taste: ________________________ |
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