So, I now have a new blog

Now, let's see how long it is before I totally drop this one out.

I'll be writing random thoughts -- not sure when they'll occur -- or if anyone will read them. We'll see though. You might get things about work, home, Bradley, family, friends, etc.

The names will be changed to protect the guilty.

I made another new friend!

Me: Hello?
Bradley: Bark! Bark!
Caller: Who has a dog?
Me: Uh... I do
Caller: Who are you?
Me: Uh... Russ
Caller: Who is Russ?
Me: I'm Russ. Who are you?
Caller: Leanna
Me: I don't know a Leanna
Caller: I don't know a Russ. What kind of dog do you have?
Me: Corgi
Caller: Aaww... I have a Jack Russell
Me: What a coincidence -- you have a Jack Russell, and my name is Russell.
Caller: Heh -- seems I have a wrong number
Me: I see. That is fine. It was nice meeting a new person though!

I made a new friend!

So, some person called "LaydeeStar" txt'd me. I really didn't want to work, so here was the conversation:

LS: I didn't get my kiss
Me: I don't know who you are
LS: U dont
Me: Then why are you complaining about a kiss to me?
LS: Hmmm.. u okay?
Me: As far as I know, I am. Of course, I do not recall knowing anyone with this number... much less kissing them
LS: Wow so u just lft my house this am and u dnt knw who u were layin next 2?
Me: Seriously lady, I have no clue who you is. I'm gay.
LS: Okay.
Me: Good luck finding your Mr. Man's correct number
LS: Im sorry. I realized that i transposed 1 of the numbers
Me: No big deal. I enjoy talking with strangers - at least I didn't leave you hanging and getting irritated at the intended recipient
LS: Lol. Me 2. I appreciate that. I was starting 2 thnk i was goin crazy
Me: We're all crazy here
LS: Glad 2 know im not alone.
Me: I'm just glad you gave a little excitement to my otherwise drull day. I'm now telling everyone "I made a new friend thanks to a wrong number."
LS: Lol. Funny because is aid the exact same thing. Glad i could add sum fun. Its a lil drab in my world 2day 2
Me: Well, txt me anytime you need a pick-me-up
LS: I will do that and u do the same

The Silence is Over... kinda..

A while back, I posted a blog entry about the silence that was coming from my roommate. Well, the silence in the house is over. He's officially moved out. Left the key today.

I'm not going to speak negatively about the experience. It's a lesson learned.

PREVENGE!

Since April 29, my sister has been plotting revenge against me.

"Why?", you ask?

"Because I gave her a birthday present."

"This has to be some horrible birthday present!", you say?

"Nope. It was a laptop."

"Wow, will you adopt me into your family? You're such a good brother. But, why is she plotting revenge if you gave her a laptop?"

"It took her an hour to unwrap it. It was wrapped in an entire roll of saran wrap and an entire roll of duct tape."

"Ok, that's kinda mean"

But, on this date, she vowed revenge. She even went as far as to telling a few people what she was planning (which hasn't gotten back to me, but I don't care).

Well, we went halfs on Mother's Mother's Day present. She told me to send her a card and she'd give to to mom with the gift. I also needed to send Nan a mousepad, so Wal Mart seemed the place to go. Friday, I went shopping for Mother's Day cards... I'm looking at the cards, and what's on the other side of the aisle? CONFETTI!

I get everything home and am thinking "CRAP! I can't do this 'cuz I don't want confetti all over Nan's mousepad. I can't be that evil to her! It'd take her forever to get the glitter off the pad!" -- then I realize I have quart-sized freezer bags in the cupboard!

I put Nan's mousepad in the freezer bag and into the giant envelope. Signed the cards, put confetti in one of them, and sealed them and placed them in the giant envelope. Then I started pouring the confetti into the envelope... and pouring.. and pouring... and realized that you get a LOT of confetti for 97 cents!

After the giant envelope was sealed, I put packaging tape around the corners so no confetti could leak out. And I brought it to the Post Office. After the standard beginning of the conversation, we had this:

"Are there any dangerous materials in the package?"
"Is confetti a dangerous material?"
*funny look* "Um.. no"
"Ok, no dangerous materials."
"Would you like delivery confirmation on this?"
"Oh, I'll know as SOON as it gets delivered..."

It was sent out and I forgot about it.

12:14 today my phone rings and it's my sister:

"Why do you have to be such a pain in the neck?"
"Huh?"
"Not only is it all over my hands, but it's on the floor."
"Oh, you got your package!"

More AND Less

W00H00!

I decided to start this blog with something BESIDES "So..."

This morning, I went back to my gay periodontist (a friend of mine asked me how I got a gay periodontist. I told him my lesbian dentist referred me to him, and I was referred to my lesbian dentist from a gay coworker) for my checkup after oral surgery. Anyways, he said things were looking pretty good. He said he was happy to see I was flossing more. I told him "I'm flossing more and less." Confused, he asked "more AND less?" I replied, "Yeah... More than I used to, less than I should."

With things looking good, he has "released me from his care" (even though he wants to see me back in six months). He's also given me a referral to an Oral Surgeon type person who can remove my wisdom teeth. After that, I can get braces (hopefully Invisalign). The only problem is I don't have the money to get my wisdom teeth removed... My guess is it'll cost $1000 without insurance (since Delta Dental has paid my max through the year) -- I'm going to call to see if they suggest I get a second dental plan in the interim to pay for this.

Anyways, I'm all happy my teeth are finally getting better!

Silence...

So, I haven't heard much more than two or three words from my roommate since I asked him to move out. Part of me wonders if he thinks his untimely trick is what caused the move-out notice. It really wasn't... I had planned on asking him to move out for a while... and had even told a few friends that it would be this weekend.

I wonder how long it'll take for him to talk to me. I'm not missing his complaining about the stupidity of his classmates, and I've attempted to be polite to him... He's just being stubborn.

I may post more about things later...