Should have been
Could have been
Would have been dead
If I didn’t get the message
Goin’ to my head
I am
What I am
Most motherf*ckers
Don’t give a damn

Sorry about that. I feel so tired I have to let some stress out. There’s just too damn much work going on around. It’s like crap. They are everywhere.

Which reminds me, there was this episode of Mythbusters wherein they attempted to bust the myth that crap is everywhere. So they held an experiment to see if crap can get to a toothbrush via the air we breathe. They set up a toilet where 8 or 10 toothbrushes were left and near the sink of the toilet and that they used the toilet like they should. They also kept it clean. After many moons, they tested the toothbrushes for fecal coliform, which is scientific for “crap in the air.” The results were positive. The toothbrushes had fecal coliform. What shocked them was the two toothbrushes outside the toilet. It had a cover and everything, and when they tested it for fecal coliform, it tested positive.

IT TESTED POSITIVE.

There you have it folks. There are just some things people should leave unproved.

CRAP is EVERYWHERE.

Finally!

I just upgraded to the latest version of WordPress and it took me more time than expected. After uploading everything I need, including the customizations I made, which took me about a good half hour to upload, I then ran the upgrade script only to be greeted by a blank page.

My mind screamed three small words. Oh. My. God.

But as the saying goes, “if all else fails, read the effin’ manual.” So I did. What I needed to do but missed was deleting all the old files and uploading the new ones.

After another good half hour or so, I re-ran the upgrade script and saw what I was supposed to see. I breathe a sigh of relief. Then upgraded the plugins I use. There’s only a few so I really didn’t have a problem with it.

Anyway, this is my first post with WordPress 2.0.2. Moral of the story: RTFM.

…can’t live without them.

I will never, ever, ever understand women. Whether it be a wife, girlfriend, sister, aunt, mom, grandma or whatever. I’m too stupid and dense to realize that they’re hinting of wanting something and whenever I luckily figure out what it was, but there’s nothing I can do about it, and they know there’s nothing I can do about it, they’ll do one of two things. One is, they’ll bitch about you not being able to provide for her, or ask what took me so long, or lecture me that I should or shouldn’t have done this or that. The bottomline is that they’ll bitch about everything you do and that nothing will ever be good enough for them. The other thing they’ll do is to act so sad and depressed, letting you hear the whole length of her very, very long sigh, with a couple of sniffs masqueraded as sobs to add to the effect.

I’m a sucker for the second one. You can bitch about everything and I couldn’t care any less. You can just yell your heart out until you’re tired. I can see your lips moving, but all I can hear is “Blah Blah Blah…” Give me the depressed treatment and 60% of the time, you’ll get what you want. Why not a hundred percent? Well, I don’t have any money 40% of the time. That’s why. And if I can’t give what my lady wants, it makes me sad because my Chings is sad. I’m sorry I’m poor.

P.S.
It’s Self-Pity Day today. Didn’t you get the memo?