Ooooh, sometimes I love the Internet! I just got email from an old highschool friend, a girl I’d lost contact with 4 years ago. It was a shame too. I really liked her. And now, we’ve got the opportunity to catch up and rebuild that friendship. (It’s also really cool ’cause she’s living in Houston, so we aren’t really that far from each other.)

Great. Dale thinks my fish has ich.

heh

Aaron: my sopranos name is ‘the self toucher’
Aaron: im a saaaaaaad panda

In reference to me telling him that I gave Dale candy this morning:

Aaron: bfd candy is dandy but hot monkey love rules

Pamela: laf

Aaron: i can see that getting blogged =P

Pamela: oh, is that a hint?

Many happy wishes for my darling husband, who drowsily stated to me this morning that he doesn’t feel 27. In fact, he feels 5. So, as you would with any 5 year old, I gave him a box of candy and a kiss on the cheek.

Hmmm, this is going on my wishlist.

Ah…. Friday was spent packing and uninstalling. Today, it’s been unpacking and installing.

“Computer games don’t affect kids; if Pac-man had affected us as kids, we’d all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music.”

-unknown

[via Scott, who got it from Consumption Junction]

Thus begins the process of packing, emptying my file cabinet, and deleting everything personal off my computer. *sigh*

Dale (1:24:32 PM): i am a super geek

Auto response from Pamela (1:24:32 PM): Lunch! And, yeah, it’s gonna be a long one, so suck it up you jealous monkeys! Muahahahahaah!

Pamela (1:34:00 PM): why do you say that, my love (though i don’t disagree)

Dale (1:34:21 PM): ’cause i really really want to do this: http://misterhouse.sourceforge.net/

Pamela (1:35:22 PM): laf, cool

Pamela (1:35:24 PM): go ahead

Dale (1:35:45 PM): sweeeeet

Dale (1:38:10 PM): i just really wanna be able to say, ‘computer, set upstairs temp to 74 degrees’

Pamela (1:39:36 PM): dude, then we’d never get off the couch.

Dale (1:40:17 PM): and watching star trek would freak out the house

Pamela (1:40:46 PM): laf

Today is my last day at my current job.

Yee-HAW!

Now, how often would you encounter this?

I’ve been bacon’d.

I HATE Cedar Fever!

You’d think a group of guys getting to use me as an excuse to go to a strip club (to celebrate my new job!) would be more appreciative. But, noooo. One guy will be out of town on Saturday during the day, then hosting a party that night. His roommate will be gone from Friday through Sunday. Another friend wants to have it on Thursday so he can go to another party on Friday that “a cute girl from work” will be attending. And yet another guy has a previous commitment for Thursday night.

Sheesh. We haven’t even gotten to picking a club yet. A couple of the guys are regular at Joy’s. Another guy prefers The Yellow Rose. All I know is that I’m drawing the line at a totally-exposed place, so The Showpalace and Exposé are out. I enjoy looking at attractive women with small, perky breasts. But I don’t need a bunch of strangers waving their hoo-haas in my face.

Scott: this is you, isn’t it some long url

Pamela: ouch

Scott: ::giggle::

Scott: i only harass you because i like you

Pamela: *smooch*

Pamela: i’m blogging that, damn you

Scott: lol

I went out to lunch with some friends today. After eating, we stopped by Borders. I can’t walk into a bookstore and walk out again empty-handed. So I left with four books and a movie: The Lunatic Cafe, Circus of the Damned, Obsidian Butterfly, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone…, and Scary Movie.