Remy des Varieux

( Remy des Varieux )

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Uggggghhh....I have ingested far too much barbecue. I'm having trouble kicking my shoes off. My stomach is completely bloated out. I don't think I'll be able to move for at the very least eight hours. I should probably walk around and loosen everything up...but...no. No I don't think I can do it. Eyes...stop being mean to stomach.

In other news...whoever decided one day to mix mayo and mustard into some hard boiled egg yokes...if my stomach didn't hurt so bad I'd love you. Deviled eggs are awesome.

I think I might be sick.

Well it's nice that I finally got my paycheck. I get it that people make mistakes and all, but...are there any reprimands or repercussions for this mistake? It's one thing to mess up scheduling cause we can just go by the previous week's schedule. But checks, we're talking about people's livelihoods. What the hell is being done to make sure that doesn't happen again?

Don't get me wrong, I, specifically, was in no immediate danger, since I'm paranoid and therefore have backup cash (not literally cash, I don't hide money in a cookie jar or something) and all. But a lot of people don't. A lot of people live paycheck to paycheck. You can't just say 'oops, sorry guys, my bad.' to that, can you?

In other news, I think I might do some barbecuing on the roof next day I'm off. I haven't had pork in awhile. I think it's time to start looking for a house to rent instead of an apartment. I need a backyard for a better grill.

Now that it's May, I feel like having a picnic. Or a barbecue. Maybe not on the roof this time. Or maybe I could do some fishing. I haven't fished a long time. Decisions, decisions.

I've been stuck in work on a double for fourteen hours so far. I finished my support ticket five hours ago. Yeah, that's right I'm efficient. I still have two hours to kill. What does one do when bored as fuck at work? I cleaned the break room fridge out. Seriously people, how do you forget that you brought food in?

I don't know what it was, but there was some form of rotten...leftover...Thanksgiving something in a Tupperware container at the back of the bottom shelf that was so overgrown with mold I put on three pairs of gloves and had to get a paint mask just to throw it out. Food should not go to waste people, it needs to be eaten. starving children in third world countries and non third world countries alike yada yada yada....

Clearly I'm delirious. I need to get out of here.

I think I'm going to sell my truck. It brought me here thanks to its little breakdown that made me hike six damn miles down the highway to get here, but it's been running just fine ever since. I've got some money saved up and I saw a few interesting cars at that lot right outside of town on the way to Whitlinger. I think I'm gonna do it. Before I put the for sale sign in the window, anyone in need of buying a cheap car? I have all the receipts from its body shop work and inspections. Anybody?

Tonight feels like a campfire night. It's times like these I wish I was not in an apartment. I bet I could get a fire pit up on the roof though. At the very least I can get the weber up there to use as a fire pit. I've got lots of leftover marshmallow peep bunnies that I can roast too.

Who's with me?

What else can one cook over an open fire? Not chestnuts though, to Christmas-y. Hot dogs maybe? I did leftover pizza once in Nashville. I rolled up a slice and stuck it on the end of a stick before i put it over the fire to melt the cheese. It was damn tasty after a night of drinking that came after a day of fishing and swimming in the river. I think that might've been the day I had sunburn streaks on my back because I tried to apply my own sunscreen back there. Hm. I wonder if you can cook pizza rolls over a fire pit. That could be interesting...

ETA:
Bonfire is on. Two Five takers so far. Who else is in?

Gwen? (You can bring your rich dude if you'd like. I promise no third degree.)

ETA: Cat!
Cat! Want to come for some roasted marshmallow peep bunnies? Eh? Eh?

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( Things I learned today )

To Noah:

I have a box of green pens with your name on 'em, kid. I have been officially haunted. You win.

I was really bored today,so I tried my hand at baking cookies. I only burnt a total of three batches. Now I have tons of cookies. There is no way I will (or should) eat them all. Help?

In the last hour before I finish work, I have eaten and entire bag of Hershey's kisses. I'm completely wired and have nothing to do once I'm done work. Damn sugar. The coffee probably didn't help either.

Can someone tell me what the deal is with the light outside room #121? The wiring is fine, I've checked it repeatedly, and the circuits are set up properly on the breaker, yet I still can't get a bulb in there to work. This will drive me nuts.

In other news, tacos. That is all.