Jingle Away

Ahhh... on this Monday afternoon... I'm feeling rather tense. Tense from a overworked weekend, no answer from HR, more project requests, no job at the end of the month, to go or not to go to the Holiday Party thoughts, I don't have a crush on you anymore thoughts, meeting the recruiter anxiety, running low on clean underwear, new pimples creeping up, tight brief underwear, I can't seem to breath right in this dry air, and all that jingling outside the NYSE. ARGHHH...!

I wish I could just do that out in the open and not risk being taken down my the security guards... well, I don't mind if it's the semi-cute one... isn't that sad... we don't even have ONE cute security guard. I mean... they already wear uniforms... that's like automatic cutedom... but, no... there's only one semi-cute one... but, he kinda looks corn fed. sigh... but... he is the nicest one out of all of them.

This tenseness has been building up slowly... causing me to have writers block... I've actually wrote two blogs and decided not to publish them, because they didn't sound right or just seemed pointless after reading them. sigh...

I swear... I don't get guys who wear briefs... how da hell do you breath in them?? I'm wearing a pair of briefs today... and I swear... it's cutting off my circulation and making me feel dumb. It's like the pair of brief has a mind of its own... "strangle him... strangle him..." For crying out loud... it's constantly reminding me that I'm wearing briefs. I'm a boxers kinda guy. I like it that way, but my ex-roomie scared me one day when he told me his "guy problem". I was like... "Really? You are shitting me." So... I started to wear briefs every so often to have that balance... Boxer briefs ain't much better either... 'cause they keep riding up on me... I feel for the ladies who have to wear stockings all the time. It's gotta feel like you are wrapping yourself up in saran wrap... but don't get that "fresh" feeling.

So...yeah... NYSE is holding their own "tree lighting" ceremony tonight in front of the building. They hired a bunch of performers to sing the Christmas Carols and to provide a Ho-Ho-Ho Jolly experience. But... it's actually annoying when you are trying to code under pressure...

I'm also torn between going or not going to my company's Holiday Party at the Rainbow Room... it's a famous place I heard... maybe I should go in drag and come out too, given the name of the place. LOL...! Well... at least, damn briefs, at least it's "free". It's so obvious that it comes out from our pay. I don't get it... some companies even have holiday parties where you pay like $60 plus additional for the cash bar... I say... beep beep beep to those. Why should I pay $60 to see a bunch of people I dread seeing on a day to day basis? Why should I "mingle" or "network" with a bunch of people that are all back stabbers or with senior management who are raking in the big bonuses? And can you even imagine spending three alcohol free hours talking and smiling to people that you don't even like? MY GAWD.

And yeah... I don't have a crush anymore... this is news, uh? LOL...!

sigh... don't people shower? Gosh... this unidentified individual just sat down on the desk next to mine to chat with a fellow cubicle-mate... his BO is too overwhelming... with every lift of his arm... it's like the ignition of a fuel-air bomb without the explosion. My gawd... it's unbearable... this fuel-air-body bomb beats the Russian's recently announced successful denotation of their fuel-air bomb that is 4 times the strength of the US's. They detonated it on 9-11... how mean of them. There it goes... another wave of oxygen diminishing odor... sit your ass down and stop talking with your hands..!

sigh... :( I just gave away my two most favorite teddy bears this weekend... one was from my first and one was from my sisters. I've had them as a pair for over 10 years... they are in tip-top condition and always sits on the coach together. I gave them to my first because he asked for them and wants to give them away to his nephews. So.. I decided to let him have them after thinking about it for one whole month. I figured... they brought me much joy and now it's time to pass them along. I did request my first to keep them as a pair.

sigh... I've just noticed that I've been thinking about certain individuals... sometimes I think too much about others and not enough about myself.

Gosh... please don't tell me the BO guy is gay. He can't be gay... but I just saw him check out the co-worker he was talking to as he walked to the printer to get his printouts!! Ooops... he can be gay... no wedding ring... but he reekks...!

Okay... it's getting too much... I should really just take a walk or a bio-break or something.

Sigh.... :( I feel a sudden overwhelming feeling of... despair... this must be how women feel when they have menopause... wild moooodswings. :(


Christmas Tree

Christmas Tree, Christmas Tree
So big and tall.
With your star up so high,
It touches the sky.
Tree Lighting at four.

The crowds are singing.
The guests are cheering.
Moods are swinging.
Happy Holidays to all.

Mr. Christmas Tree,
Isn't it sad to be you?
Cutoff from your roots.
Used by a man in a red suit.
Oh Christmas Tree,
Why did you grow so tall?

-- Sparkyx