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My uterus hurts.

Also, when the boyfriend is trying to initiate relations, affecting a lisp and nerd voice and saying “spear me with your lightsaber of love” is not considered a turnon.

I’m a moderator on QDB, now. It’s a tweaked version of the bash.org code, with a smaller, more select database of quotes. Bash.org’s standards have kinda been falling, probably due to all the new moderators. Anyways, read qdb!

…the owner opens the bar on a sunday (it’s closed normally) and keeps it open well past the legal closing time just for you and two friends. Oh, and doesn’t charge for drinks. Bradleys++.

I moved this entry over to a page instead of just a blog entry. You can view it here

More pink pics.

It’s been over 2 weeks since my last update. A lot has happened, I’ve just been so busy.

Starting off, I got dooced. It happens; such is life. They knew I was looking for a new job, anyways. I felt bad about leaving in the middle of such a busy time, but they wanted to rush it. 3 days later, I had an interview at a new company. Providing I pass the background check - and I don’t see any reason why I wouldn’t - I’ll be employed once again. As toor said, it’s 1996 for sektie, 24/7, 365.

Mike left for Networld+Interop in Vegas the day before, so I had to make the call to him letting him know what happened. I wasn’t so much upset about being dooced as I was about telling him. He took it about how I thought he would. 2 hours later, I had an interview set up with the company I’m about to go work with. This alleviated his stress a bit.

This was Tuesday. I got home, and what does a bored FreeBSDGirl do? She puts on her party dress and heads to Bradleys. This set the tone of the week. The first night was fairly uneventful. I went with my sidekick2, knowing that I’m not the most social person in the world. I’m not used to going out without Mike, so I liked to have something to fall back on so I’m not just staring into space. I talked on IRC for a bit while enjoying my screwdriver, then got ready to leave when I saw that Adrienne, one of the few people I felt all that comfortable talking to wasn’t going to show up. As I was walking out, two guys stopped me and told me to come talk to them and they’d buy me a shot. I told them I wouldn’t drink a shot, but they could get me another screwdriver. They both seemed nice enough sober. One of the guys got very drunk very quickly (ick, jaeger), and kept telling me to drop my boyfriend and hook up with his friend, the nice drunk. The nice drunk kept apologizing for the dumbass drunk, and I talked to him most of the night. When Calvin arrived, I went to Churchills with him and some other guy because Bradleys closed early. I think I got home around 3 AM.

Wednesday, I went to Bradleys again. I met up with Christie and talked to her most of the night. After the bar closed, I went to some hot blonde chicks apartment with her, and hung out with two hot blonde chicks and Christie. One of the hot blonde chicks gave me a back massage. It was awesome. I got home at 7 AM (ish, not sure).

Thursday, Cinco de mayo. Pics here. Started the night at Tijuana Joes with Christie and Adrienne. Went to Bradleys around midnight, already pretty drunk. Got drunker. Left with Calvin and drove around most of the night, went to some really cute chicks house. She looks just like Pink, even has the same hair and same attitude. She’s supposed to be doing my hair as soon as I call her. She is awesome. Calvin drove me home around 9 AM on Friday morning, and I had a job interview later that day. I felt like crap, probably due to food poisoning. Whatever.

Ok, so, funny story. I don’t do meth. I did it before, years and years ago, but I’m generally drug free. However, Calvin came over and he had some and he wanted to smoke it. I figured, what the hell, I’ll try it once. So we’re at my place, and I’m like, Ok, how do we do this. He says, “Well, we need a pipe.” I didn’t have one. He suggested a lightbulb, so I went and got one. We both sat staring at it for a while, wondering how the hell to get the end off. I left it up to Calvin, but he didn’t have much luck. I think he broke 3 lightbulbs before he managed to do it properly. He tried using scissors, knives, breaking it against a table - any number of things. Anyways, the end result is that I didn’t smoke any meth. It just seemed like too much effort. Drugs are bad.

I went to the job interview, and the recruiter met me downstairs. Her reaction? “Oh my god, Beth didn’t tell you to wear a suit?” So, according to her, I already practically had the job - I had so many internal recommendations that it would be hard for them not to hire me. I wore a skirt and a nice shirt though, and she said the guy interviewing me was the type that would get a bad impression if I didn’t wear a skirt. I was feeling like crap from the food poisoning, so we just rescheduled. I had no suit, and I was 3 miles from the mall, so I drove to Bloomingdales and threw myself into the arms of the first gay man I could find. He took one look at me, set me down in the dressing room, brought me water and tissues, and proceeded to find me the best suit ever. I paid $800 for it, but it was totally worth it. Hella Ellen Tracy/DKNY.

Mike came home that weekend and flipped his shit. $800 is too much to spend on a suit? Whatever. I needed it. Everyone needs at least one good suit, right?

Well, that details week one. Week two is a blur of talking to the new company, playing Midnight Club: Dub Edition (which rocks the shit, by the way). I taped together my Powerbook today so I could use it again. Between being kicked down a flight of stairs, being thrown at the wall, falling off the back of the TV, being stepped on by Mike, and dropped on the pavement several times, it is a miracle that this laptop survived. I’m going to take the tape off soon and take some pictures to send to Apple. Maybe I can convince them to give me a new laptop in return for using mine in the Apple museum as testament of how hardcore Apple products are. Apple, I promise I will not talk about how much your devtools suck ass or how you’re all trendy faggots anymore if you do this. Love, FreeBSDGirl.

When I think of the ghetto, I think of gunshots and fried chicken.

For your viewing pleasure, here’s some fun links.

(CNN) Some crazy white bitch from Duluth decided to run away from her wedding and report herself as kidnapped. She got caught, and she can’t figure out what the fuss is all about. Duluth is a fairly rich town, but they blew $60k looking for this ho. That’s not chump change. Her dumbass boyfriend she stood up at the alter is defending her, saying that everyone should be allowed to make a mistake. He still plans on marrying her. Haha, sucker.

Dilbert is funny.

My new obsession.

Read this if you IRC.

Waiting in line for Star Wars.

Randi: Do you have ADD?
Nathan: Yeah! I have Shrek DVD!

(phone conversation)
Randi: Where are you? We’ve been waiting for you for a while. You were supposed to be home with the groceries half an hour ago.
Mike: Well, I went out to the grocery store and then stopped by Bradleys…
Randi: wtf? Bradleys? Why?
Mike: To drop off that computer.
Randi: So that’s what took so long.
Mike: I was only there for a minute.
Randi: Yeah, so you’re telling me you didn’t have a drink while you were there?
Mike: Only a beer.
Randi: One beer.
Mike: Um, and maybe a shot of jaeger. The guys were all there. They made me do it.
Randi: OK, Homer.

I was looking through the old archiver and found one of the first versions of this site. I’m going to see if I can convert that to a WP template. I love WP. WP is awesome. Thoughts?

I am so totally humiliated, but in a good way. Mike sent me flowers at work while he was away giving that speech in Boston. That was awesome.