wow... the s3x0r!!!!

Not to sound like I am bragging too much, but let me tell you, internets. I have a lot of the sex. My girlfriend has a sex drive comparable to a Viagra-popping 16 year-old kid on crack.


Just sayin.



And did I mention it is Earth-shatteringly great sex? Well, it is.



And 3vil used to say I had no sex drive. Morning and night people. And last week, a nooner. No wonder I have been drinking so much water lately. I would have dehydrated by now.

Sci-Fi Tuesday (and Wednesday)

So in case you all have been asleep through my last barrage of posts, you all know that Toasty's is a boring place to work. So boring in fact, that my manager tasked me with brining in my collector's Boxed Set Edition of All Six Original Star Trek Movies, with 2 hours of bonus features each! That's 12 DVD's, people. We started on Star Trek VI, the Undiscovered Country yesterday. And what happened? We got busy. So damn busy in fact, that we barely made it through the whole movie in 8 hours. WT?? Where do these damn customers get off, expecting service on Sci-Fi Tuesday?!? Well, it was unanimously decided to extend the Geeky Revelry onto today, and so we will be engaging (hehe, I said, "engage" and yes, I did do the had motion.) in ... Sci-Fi Wednesday!!!! In the wings, we also have the Planet of the Apes TV series, Star Wars, and I cannot remember what else. Maybe some Stargate action? yeah...

Aren't I cool?

Go on, you can tell me...

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You all suck, anyways. :P

Pooped.

I think the last day I had off (no work) was almost a week ago. Big deal, you say. Yes, says I. If I was working one job, that would be fine. But a lot of these days have been working at both jobs, and let me tell you, 5 days at 12 hours a day = A very tired Pirate. I was scheduled to work at Toasty's until 5pm today, but I was offered the chance to go home at 2pm. I hung in there until 3pm. The boredom finally got to me. (Mad Charity is laughing her ass off at me and saying I told you so, or she will be when she reads this post.) So I came home and decided to relax. I ended up watching the disk of anime that was mistakenly sent to our house by Netflix by accident. It was actually kind of cool. So I got online and indulged myself by reading the plot lines of the entire series. (only 26 episodes). So now I know the story, more or less, and like most anime, it was a strange combination of unimaginative voice-acting, comedy, romance, drama, and an un-healthy amount of substance (psychotrophic, proably) abuse on the part of whoever was responsible for it's production.

So here I am. Listening to Sum 41 to try and metaphorically scrub my brain out. Especially the part where I thought the anime was cool. Hehe. The scary part is that this one was extremely tame as far as my tastes in anime go. If any of you care to see for yourself... this show I was watching was called DNAngel. The stuff I like is Neon Genesis: Evangelion. That is some twisted shyt.

Star Trek was right!!!

check this Hot Shit™ out, people. Fucking Cloaking Devices!!!!!!! It is only a matter of time before we have Starships and Replicators!!!! w00000t!!!!!!!!!!!

First Test Status: Pending.

I have lived with girlfriends before. Namely, 3vil and Nomi. Both had there ups and downs, mostly downs. In the case of Nomi, we moved into the place together, both fresh out of our parents' places, and with 3vil, fresh out of Nomi's.

I can look back on these times, and I see huge mistakes I made, and not just in the choosing of my partner. I was extremely irresponsible with money. I paid my rent on time and my share of the bills, but I never had any money saved, or put away. Had I done that, I might not have been stuck with 3vil for so long. Who am I kidding? I would have been suckered out of that money, and would still be where I am now.

Not that I am complaining about where I am now. As I have stated, I have moved in with Charity, or at least I am in the process of doing so. Most of my crap is still at my parents' house. But I have never been in a better position, both romantically and emotionally. I may be deluding myself, but when I compare the me of 4 years ago with the me of today, I see a vast difference. I think I finally grew up. At least in terms of responsibility. I am still a spastic goofball. I am just a spastic goofball that knows how to budget and save a little. To me it is a big step. Especially now.

I have yearned to be someone that can be relied on. Someone that is needed by another person. I think it has a lot to do with some of the poor relationship choice I have made in the past. I was subconscious looking for 'damaged goods' so that I could 'fix' them. Because they needed that, right? Nope. I have to stay away from that. And I have. But here I am in a relationship where I can do some good, where I am needed. In the way that I always wanted to be needed. I have the chance to provide for my mate, and I am ecstatic. And a little nervous. As Charity said, this little crisis of finances has come at a remarkably bad time (is there ever a GOOD time for a financial crisis?). My main job cut back my hours severely, and this past couple of weeks, my second job wasn't scheduling me hardly anything either. So my first month of paying rent will be tight, but I will make it. Toasty's is now going to be my main job for the winter, until the summer schedule picks back up at the Boats. One benefit of working at Toasty's is free food. That will come in handy, as I don't have to spend as much of the meager min wage I make there on buying foodstuffs, although I daresay that Charity and I will be sick of sammiches by the end of the winter.

Two jobs. That in and of itself is proof that I have matured. I tried the two job thing when I was in the military. I quit the second job after a week. I hated the lack of free time. Now, I don't even think about that. I see it as something I have to do, and I am happy to do it. Why? Because I am helping someone I love. That isn't quite accurate. I am providing for someone I love. One of the largest drives in my life is being fulfilled.

Charity, baby, I know you are wary of trusting anyone for help. I won't let you down. I won't let us down. I see things in terms of us now. I have kind of seen things that way for a while now, but I kept it quiet till now. My priority is You, us, me. Or Us, you, me. You and Us are right up there with each other, and may switch, depending on the circumstance. And putting me on the bottom of the priority is a little misleading. Because caring for you is good for me. So, most accurately, 'us' is my priority.

I may be rambling. In fact, I know I am. It's early, and I have had a lot of tea. Sue me, Internets. I just have a lot of emotion in me that I don't entirely know how to express without sounding like a crappy poet, or a highschooler in the midst of his first crush. Because that is how Charity makes me feel. Everyday I feel like I do when I first saw her, and every kiss is as sweet as the first. May there never be a last.

I am allergic to Subz.

So, I have a new (2nd) job, and I work at a sub shop. I wil call it Toasty's. Original, I know. But, in the grand scheme of things, if I were to lose this job because of posting about it online, I don't think I would be heart-broken. As a matter of fact, I could probably find a better job if I looked. But anyways, this job is just full of people that are stupid. The customers, that is. I could tell you stories everyday, because there is always something. Even though there are hardly any customers, the ones we do get are retarded.

For example. I get questions all the time like, do you toast your subs. I look over to the GIANT F*CKING TOASTER that dominates the entire store. "No. You must mistake us for Subway and their Toaster(A friggin' microwave).

One old guy got a sandwhich, and I was making it for him, and I was pretty generous with the meat, but he didn't think so. He asked for more. "It will make a mess if I put in any more."

He affirms that he feels that I have not put in the proper amount of meat. So I pile that sucker high until he is satisfied. I send it through the oven, and when I go to wrap the Sammich, it explodes in a juicy, beefy mess. My gluttonous geriatric looks like he is going to complain, but I cut him off. "I told you it would happen. I gave you a double portion like you asked. On account of the mess, I won't charge you for the extra portion."

He looks at me. Apologizes for his avarice, and thanks me for the discount.

WTF?!?!?!?

He completely backed down. I am not used to this at my Other Job. Which is funny, because at my Other Job, if people were smart, they would back down, because I have the power to have them arrested almost at will. But not at Toasty's. Strange world, I suppose. Speaking of, I have a full day today. 4 hours at Toasty's, and then 6 hours, possibly 10, at my Other Job tonight. Ugh.
But the money will be good, and I can save up for stuffs.

"They made me buy a car," or "House-Dennis™"

Charity bought a car yesterday. Of the Brand-Spanking-New variety. "They made me do it," she says. It was actually quite amusing, the phone call I received yesterday afternon while in the middle of playing World of WarCrack. And then she follows that up with the following"

"Do you want to move in? Like paying rent and stuff?"^*

Well. I had to admit that she somewhat spoiled my surprise, because I was planning on forking over cash this Friday anyways as a surprise, because I have been living here 80% of the time or better, lately. And while making the bed, taking out the trash and doing the dishes are nice things of me to do, I imagine that isn't much compensation for the resources I use. So, now it's official. Charity and I are shacking up.

I have proclaimed my new title to be House-Dennis™.

As in, "House-Dennis™, take out the damn trash!" or "House-Dennis™, clean replace the cats' Poo-Sand™!"

Hehe.

* That is paraphrased, because I don't remember exactly what she said. But that is pretty close :-)

College Kids

I have a lot of weird things going on in my head this morning, so if I don't make a lot of sense, please forgive me. First off, last night was amazing. Thank you, baby. I have never felt so loved in my entire life, I think. I am including this morning in all of this, too. :-) I think that is why I feel so strange this morning, partly. That and I left the house the same time you did, which probably caused Hell to freeze over.

On the way home from Charity's house this morning, I stopped at the CSULB campus to spend a few minutes in the Japanese Gardens, one of my favorite "thinking spots." It was closed yesterday and today as a matter of course, so I didn't get to do my thinking. So, I took the scenic route back to the main street driving past the dorms, and a couple of the Poly-Sci buildings. Tons of College Kids, probably much like the ones belting karaoke less then 30 feet from Charity's bedroom window last night, were on their way to get filled full of Higher Education. And I was jealous. Last night Charity and I were talking about her Karaoke College neighbors, and she said she used to be a College Kid too. I was never a College Kid. But I always wanted to be one. I even enjoyed High School while I was in it. I mean, everyone (well, most everyone) looks back on their high school days and remembers the good times. But I actually enjoyed it in the moment. I am told that is rare. I like the education, I like the environment. I am a social creature, and schools are fundamentally social. I found myself almost in tears as I drove through the CSULB campus. I was angry. Angry at some of the choices I have made, and the choices I have let another make for me.

As I continued on home, I thought about the possibility of enrolling in college. I can't logistically do it. I can't afford tuition, and my credit won't support a student loan. I could take night classes, maybe, but that defeats the purpose of going to college. It may sound strange, but I want to go for the sake of going. I don't even have a curriculum or a major planned. Which is part of the reason why I joined the Army out of high school, because I didn't have my future goals outlined. I suppose I still don't. Except for one. I want to spend the rest of my life with my girlfriend, or as long as she will have me.

Magic Pussy or Stupid Blogger.

This post was a dare, but truth be told, I probably would have posted it anyways. Mad Charity has Magic Pussy™. If you have read her blog, you would know that we have both succombed to

Ebola
E. Coli
The Black Death
Pestilence
The Flu.

Well, in addition to raging fevers, The Sinus of Death, and other such unpleasantnes, there was also the fact that we were Too Sick To Engage in the Sex. I can deal with fevers, sore throats, headaches, goiter, loss of limbs, lobotomies, etc. But Lack of the Sex? Hellz No!

Well, last night we were both (slightly) on the mend, apparently. And we Engaged in the Sex. And We saw that It was Good. Point in fact: Sex with a runny nose is awkward. But afterwards? The nose was not runny, people. Magic. Pussy. And today? I woke up feeling like crap, but a little rest and I feel pretty good. The nose? Still clear. Most of the headaches and whatnot are gone to. I managed to get a bit of cleaning up done, and while I could have probably done a bit more, such as vaccuum, my sinuses persuaded me not to risk it.

And I tried to log on today to post about all this. All day. Blogger was being retarded all day and telling me that I could not log on because my blog did not exist. As a matter of fact, Blogger didn't exist all day today. I couldn't even get the main page to load up. but, here it is at the end of the day, and they finally got it to work. w00t!

My Pirate cleared 6000XP today on ZePirates, and I loaded a picture, which will hopefully be up there soon. It is a picture of me standing next to a pirate ship at the Ojai Pirate Faire... Go figure. I figure the name of the game is ZePirates! so hey, maybe a few pirate pictures would be in evidence? Nope. I look at every photo I come across, and never do I see a pirate. Usually I see some Emo kid with too much eye liner looking sad at the screen using The Myspace Angles.