Monday, November 25, 2019

Expenses Without Receipt

Starting from Sunday, November 24:
  • Went to Caffetto to work on ... well, work on my receipts and this!  Got a pumpkin pie and a small hot chocolate to start, and then I went back for a Double Cola because I am hot right now.  With tip: $10.48.
  • In the meantime I have a pool of change in my back pocket and I decided to do what I wanted to do for some time now and fish a quarter with a tail that I do not recognize.  Going to take it out of circulation and put it in storage: 25 cents.
  • To Friday the 22nd -- on that Thursday and Friday I was working for someone in a different department, and therefore I assumed her hours, which are two hours later than mine.  To "celebrate" this, I decided to go into Caribou to try their season Nitro Ho Ho Mocha.  The cashier is Japanese, and I had trouble speaking with her.  I wanted this mocha hot, but she said the Nitro Ho Ho is not, so I ordered just a plain mocha, but then she said that, apparently, a Non-Nitro Ho Ho is hot.  So I got that and apologized to her for giving her tone.  (I think all this, combined together, made me tardy for work.)  Charged the mocha, so this EWR is tip only: $1.
  • Back to Sunday, November 17, where I went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition) to enjoy the come-from-behind Vikings win and unwind after a hellacious weekend.  And I spending money like I'm a fatcat nowadays.  If it's closing in a month, what am I saving it for?  So I got dances with four girls straddling the two shifts while I was there: Lola, Ruby, Carissa and Ariel.  With a Budweiser and tips I sank a total of: $94.
  • Back on Friday the 15th (a date I got free from working because I filled in for someone on Monday) I went to Central Car Wash to finally wash my car.  Besides, if my parents were going to want to use the new car to get to the airport the next day, I should wash it.  (We used the old car because it's roomier.)  Charged the wash, so this is tip only: $3.
  • I then got my shoes shined at Lisa's.  Paid full price this time; it's only fair.  With tip: $15.
  • I went to the University of Minnesota men's hockey game that evening, the third of the four Games for which I bought tickets at the Minnesota State Fair.  This is the worst Game I've ever seen this team, and this program, play: 8-2 to Penn St., for fuck's sake.  Program, hot dog, and I got a free pop for signing up to be a sober driver, and all told I spent: $7.50.
  • If this is right, we leap back all the way to Monday, November 4.  I went back to ****a for a massage.  I came just as she twitched after I swaddled her cunt and (according to her at least) my long fingernail touched something that made her genuinely uncomfortable.  Oh well.  I threw in an extra $20 for gas money because she said she was taking her relative to the airport after our "massage."  OK, whatever: $140.
  • Then went to the library for printouts: $1.
  • I then went downtown to get my glass tightened at Warby Parker.  Now this was after 6, so there was parking relatively close by where, if I found a meter, I could just park there and it would be like getting my glasses cleaned at a strip mall.  But on this day the Timberwolves were playing, and I assume the main reason I couldn't find a free meter was because of sports parking.  I did find a meter, but it was in effect until 10, so I paid some money just to dash into Warby Parker.  Now, you might say, why couldn't I get my glasses fixed somewhere besides downtown?  Or, if I insist on getting Warby Parker to fix my glasses, why couldn't I do it on a night where the Wolves aren't playing?  Those are damn good questions.  For parking I paid way too much because I didn't have to wait, namely: 75 cents.
  • After WP I went to Caffetto.  Chocolate cake, hot chocolate, and I guess I was hot and thirsty after that then too, because I got a Double Cola!  With tips, total was: $10.48.
  • On Sunday the 3rd I spent my morning at Diamonds, where I got a hot apple cider and a bagel with cream cheese.  With tip: $9.
  • To Saturday the 2nd, where I went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Version).  Got a vodka cranberry, and I got lap dances from the hot Breezy and the hot Giselle.  With stage tips and tip for the vodka cran I spent: $53.
  • Finally, Halloween, aka Thursday, October 31: Went to My Favorite Stripclub (Cover Version) in the hopes my ATF would be there.  She wasn't.  But I got eight table dances from a very interesting person named Sabrina.  She has her own YouTube channel; I should check it out again soon.  I got free cover because I dove into the Holiday in the Megamall to get ramen.  Bought a beer of their craft tap, and since they come in these fifties-era cups, I got a second cup.  With tips I left there spending: $104.
  • I then went to Hooters to wait out the trick-or-treaters.  With tip: $20.50.
It's been almost a month of EWRs, but this list isn't bad.  Subconsciously, however, I think I have gotten tired of typing all of these down and relied on using my credit card to make many more of my purchases.  Maybe that's dangerous, but I've been relying on those cards way too much for too long now anyway, so why not pile on more charges?  I've got a regular job.
Good through November 24.

Sunday, November 24, 2019

I Once Knew Her

In ... whoa, an hour or so I am going to a memorial service.  It is for someone I barely knew, but I've seen her naked, as she had seen me same.  Yep, she was a stripper.  I am going at the behest of her mom, who is also a stripper, and who I know a lot better, and yes, I've seen her naked and she me and we've done, you know, stuff.  On the other hand, I had, I think, two lap dances with the daughter.  It was at parties the mother hosted at her place.  (Had I blogged about this mother-daughter duo here before?)  I had her squeeze my dick once.  And I helped her move her mattress once.

She was beautiful.  Unfortunately she ran into drug issues.  The mother wants today to not be about that, but to celebrate the life she lived, and the two boys who will live on for her.  I totally understand, of course.  But this is an issue surrounding death, something no one wants to think about, so when it comes (and it will come inevitably), we have no idea what to do.  And I'm totally dumb when it comes to social situations anyway.  Add to all of that the possibility that the mother is the only person at the memorial I know, and I don't know what I'm going to do.  I'm already uncomfortable, so how long do I stay?  How long should I stay?  Will there be a presentation?  Can I just go there for the food?

I'm reaching out to the horny side of me as a salve, even though I know I shouldn't.  I wonder how many other strippers are going to be there.  And the mother's half-sister might come over; she's the, uh, really horny and responsive one who decided to not mess around with me at her apartment anymore.  Will she be there?  If so, can we rekindle something?  Man, I'm such an ill-mannered pervert.

A Surfeit Of Bananas

I have ... let me check ... a dozen, exactly twelve bananas in my fridge right now.  Father goddamn bought two bunches before they fucking left and saddled me with them.  I was able to eat one on Thursday and one on Friday as part of the cereal I ate before leaving for work (I was filling in for someone and thus shifted to a 9-5:30 work shift, and my body woke up in time for me to actually have breakfast), but I haven't had the time to eat them, nor do I want to.  The skin is browning quickly despite me throwing them into the refrigerator in order to slow down the ripening process.  But do I want to eat bananas?  No.

Been thinking about donating them to a food shelter, even though you aren't supposed to donate perishable food.  Goddamn parents fucking food they won't eat.  What a fucking waste.

Saturday, November 23, 2019

You know of the things I like about having the house all to myself?  I can fart in peace.  I mean, I could have done that with my folks home.  But there's something about ripping ass as loud as you can and not have anyone hear it ... that's freedom, baby.

Just a thought.

Friday, November 22, 2019

Nightmare

Walking around outside, and for some reason I either am crawling or have no legs and need to propel myself with my hands and arms.  (Don't ask.)  I, for some reason, am "walking" through the drive-thru of, I guess, a pharmacy, like a Walgreens.  But it's so cramped that I am walking the wrong way on a one-way.

I was thinking to myself, "God, I hope there isn't a car coming, I hope there isn't a car coming. ..." and of course by goddamn, a car came around.  So I had to scurry away as fast as I could to avoid getting hit by it.  But the only way to avoid it is to go up this ... well, it seemed like an asphalt area that stopped for some reason, like it was next to a building or something, I can't remember.  And I'm desperately trying to get to this area, or at least escape from this car, like it's Christine or something.

And then I woke up.  I woke up in time to have breakfast and blog about my nightmare.

Thursday, November 21, 2019

Oh, An Update On My Fantasy Teams ...

... they ain't worth shit.

I don't know exactly what happened, but a combination of drafting poorly and not being on the stick when it comes to picking up free agents on the waiver wire (dude, I've been so damn busy during the week) likely is the reason I have two wins for each of my teams and am in last place in both of my leagues.  I don't think I've ever done that before, finishing last in both.  And it's a complete 180 from last year, when I won the league I commish and finished second in the one I don't.

What's been particularly shitty for me is that there have been many instances more than in years past where I have picked a player who did not rack up the points that week while benching the ones that did.  I do listen for advice on the radio and look at the lists online, and from that I have started my studs some weeks and the scrubs who were predicted to have a big game in other weeks.  But it seems that I have been every single damn week.  Kind of a case in point: Because the Texans' Secondary is banged up, I decided to pick up and start Indianapolis' Jacoby Brissett, hoping he'd have a field night.  Well, the Game just wrapped up, and he passed for fewer than 200 Yards and scored only one Touchdown.

It's sort of like this (just concentrate on the part with Ron Livingston's character):



Then again, it hadn't really mattered because the players I have are so bad that I wind up losing no matter who I start, so meh.  Yeah, it's that bad. 

I should endeavor to do better next year.

My Perving Has To Stop, Sadly

Yeah, I continued to give the eggplant emoji to pictures of how women.  Woke up this morning to a bodybuilder who told me I was being rude and I need to stop.  I apologized.

Yeah, maybe I need to stop.  Maybe this isn't going well for me.  Maybe this will come back and hurt my career and my life.  Maybe ... it already has.

Yeah, no.  I opened up my Facebook just now and saw another Story of another bodybuilder showing off her hot body.  "Honored" her with an eggplant emoji.  She probably knows the hot babe who told me I was rude.  So I gave her a thumbs-up too -- that should mean I'm OK.  Right?

Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Person Who Should Be Fired: That Bitch At The Movie Theater Last Night

Ugh!  I know I shouldn't use the word "bitch" anymore, but my God, I've used it so often I really, really want to use it because it is so accurate to use that word for this narcissistic girl -- white, shorter than me, glasses, fat -- who has shitty customer service skills.  I know I cannot keep going on and on and on about shitty service, but goddamn, I hate it when people in positions like her won't say thank you.  Yes, it's important to me!  Yes, I think it's important, period!

But this fucking idiot (guess I'm finding words to describe her besides "bitch") hit the sweet spot of both rude and shallow.  It was going downhill when she answered my question about whether the theater had small sizes with a terse and quiet "No."  But her ill-mannered cherry on top was when I asked for my receipt.  Like some anti-social psycho, she printed it, ripped it off the dispenser, folded it, slapped it right in front of the popcorn I hadn't yet picked up (handing things is important to me, OK?), then started talking to her co-workers while I was still at the cash registered.  Oh, how rude.  Oh, what a rude cunt (yes, I know I really shouldn't say that, but women aren't that protected of a class of people to the point where I can't use a gender-specific insult, please??).

My only recourse is to not go back.  Maybe I can go on the website and complain about this asshole.  Or go on Yelp.  Yeah, Yelp is where everybody complains about everything.

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

The Weekly Minnesota Sports Survey

#-1: Vikings (Last Week: 0).  I was on the field the whole Game Sunday.  The first half was eerily reminiscent of last year's out-of-nowhere upset loss to Buffalo, which, in retrospect, spun the team's season down to a sputtering 8-7-1 record.  The first two Vikings drives they were stopped on 3rd and short, thus proving that, while Denver came into the day 3-6, they do have a stout defense.  (It is what new Head Coach Vic Fangio was hired to do.)  They punted at the end of both drives when I thought they should have gone for it.  In the meantime, the Broncos' Offense, led by ... Rookie Brandon Allen (?), kept making throw after throw, and largely through his leadership, Denver was up, on the road, 20-0, and the Vikings were (rightly) booed off of the field.

And yet, somehow, unlike versus the Bills, these Vikes mounted a comeback.  I don't know how it happened; I dismissed the first Touchdown as not indicative of something big.  And I couldn't tell what adjustment was made except for upping the tempo on offense.  But they did, and that somehow caught the Broncos' D off-guard.  Moreover, except for one TD, Dalvin Cook and the running game were a complete non-factor.  It was passing, and Kirk Cousins, and play-action that somehow did not work in the First Half, that got Minnesota four TDs.  And still it took a goal line stand at the end of the Game, culminating in what a guy who served me a mini-Blizzard at the local Dairy Queen who saw the play on TV said was a bullet throw that hit the Denver receiver in the end zone off his helmet, to preserve a 27-23 victory.

This was a great win because it shows that the Vikings are able to improvise their way to victory.  They are built on running the ball and defense, and neither showed up on Sunday, and yet they still managed to beat a poor Denver club.  With that being said, an ascendant Vikes O is being neutralized by a D that turned in another poor performance.  (In particular, Cornerback Xavier Rhodes is not looking good at all.)  That side of the ball has to turn things around.

One more thing: I saw Stefon Diggs throw his helmet after a stalled Vikings drive early in the Third Quarter.  I believe he caught his scintillating Touchdown pass the next drive.  Afterward he was exhorting the stadium to make some noise.  If Diggs was on the other team, I'd think him both a diva and an asshole.  But since he's on the Vikings, I truly think that he is a sparkplug whose emotions need to fuel this team.

This is their bye week.  I think this is the last week for the NFL, and if so, I don't remember if Minnesota has ever had their bye week be the last one.  Visits Seattle in two weeks.

#-2: Gopher women's basketball (Last Week: -3).  The bounce-back from the club's season-opening loss at home to Missouri St. (a team who, I have read, reached the Sweet 16 as the Cinderella last year) is not going unnoticed here.  Beating Vermont and Wisconsin-Milwaukee isn't notable.  But beating 19th-ranked Arizona St., a Game in which Destiny Pitts reached the 1,000-Point mark, is very notable.  That being said, they are getting fat on home cookin', and that will continue with a Saturday afternoon match vs. Montana St.

#-3: Timberwolves (Last Week: -5).  A 2-2 screening week.  Of all things, people were saying that the losses to Washington and Houston (both at home, both blowouts) were due to, get this, the absence of Andrew Wiggins, who has left the team due to a family matter.  He was around and led the squad in Points and Assists in beating San Antonio Wednesday.  But he was not around for a good ten-Point win last/Monday night in Utah.  Karl-Anthony Towns led the way instead, and it's kind of surprising to think that Wiggins has had more of a hand in the Timberwolves' relative good start than KAT.

The Jazz return the home-and-home favor tomorrow/Wednesday night.  After hosting an improved Phoenix club Saturday, they have a tilt versus the Hawks in Atlanta Monday.

#-4: Gopher volleyball (Last Week: -1).  Sure, they swept Michigan at home Saturday.  But on Thursday they lost, also at Maturi, to Wisconsin in four Sets.  That gave the Badgers the season sweep and, most likely, the Big Ten regular season title.  Well, I see who is the alpha dog this year, and it sure as shit ain't the Golden Goofers.

Finish the home sked this weekend.  Nebraska and Iowa, back-to-back.

#-5: Wild (Last Week: -4).  Holy shit -- the Mild are the worst team in the National Hockey League right now.  I noticed that their pattern of slow starts in Games continued in the 1-2 screening week, but they managed to defeat Arizona 3-2 and got a loser Point in the 4-3 loss to Carolina (both Games at home).  Guess they had more regulation defeats like the 3-1 one in Los Angeles than I thought.  So I should put the Mild at the bottom ... except that this has been an exceptionally shitty week for local sports teams.  Four of them lost Friday, and all the ones whose players have penises lost Saturday while the two squads whose players have vaginas won.  These hockeyers at least won one Game, so they're not in the shit.  At least not for this week.

They stay in a Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday schedule: Respectively, at Buffalo, home to Colorado, in Boston.

#-6: Gopher football (Last Week: Positive Numbers).  OK, so the perfect season is over, and likely a College Football Playoff spot.  I saw barely a second of the 23-19 loss Saturday at Iowa, even though I got home by the time the Fourth Quarter started; I'm a pessimist -- you'd have to be if you're a Minnesota sports fan -- and the slow start the Gophers got out to did not make me think they could come back.  They did, if I hear correctly.  They came back from down 20-3 to make a game of it.  But they just dug themselves too big of a hole down 13-0 at the end of the First Quarter.  Also, Brock Walker missed a Field Goal and an Extra Point; he makes both and, obviously, it's tied at 23.  Finally, a comeback that was on the table when Minnesota got the ball with 66 Seconds left went nowhere due to back-to-back Sacks, the second of which knocked out Quarterback Tanner Morgan.  Backup Cole Kramer had to come in and lead Minnesota all the way to the end zone, but his first pass was incomplete and his second was intercepted.  And the Hawkeyes thus keeps Floyd of Rosedale.

Again, there are still some things to play for.  They beat Northwestern on the road Saturday and they set up a winner-take-division matchup against Wisconsin at Das Bank v.1.0.  That should still be an easily-doable task for the Gophers.

#-7: Gopher men's basketball (Last Week: -6).  I appreciate the tougher non-conference schedule, but it would also help if they win a Game or two.  That didn't happen this past screening week.  The U., being game about meeting teams at their place, lost to Butler by eight and Utah by four.  Not successful at all, and this might be a season where Richard Pitino has to prove he has bona fides.  But so far this program is scheduling better than SEC football teams.

This might be considered a lull week.  Face Central Michigan Thursday and North Dakota Sunday, both at The Barn.

#-8: Gopher wrestling (Re-Entry!).  Man, the more I research this and the more I think about it, the more I think I should shelve these grapplers at the bottom of the survey.  Behold the once-great and -proud Golden Gopher wrestling program which, ranked 6th in the country, began their regular season not at the Sports Pavilion but at Williams Arena and got fucking upset by fucking Rider.  Rider.  Fucking Rider.  I have no goddamn clue where Rider University is.  (Just looked it up; Rider University is in Lawrence Township, N.J.)  But the Broncs had lost to the U. in their two previous Duals before this 21-17 embarrassment Friday night.

You should look at Rider's athletic department for the way they saw this.  The Match that turned this Dual upside-down was at 174 lbs.  The Goofers' Devin Skatzka, ranked sixth in his weight class, got felled three Minutes into his Match with 27th-ranked Dean Sherry.  That gave Rider a two-Point lead.  The Broncs maintained an 18-17 edge going into the final Match, at Heavyweight, but instead of getting Gable Steveson to get the U. a tougher-than-acceptable victory, Head Coach Brandon Eggum turned to his older brother, Redshirt Senior Boddy, who dropped a 1-0 Decision to some dude named Ryan Cloud.  And this historic win (at least according to Rider AR) was complete.

Seriously.  What.  The.  Fuck.

If these guys can't beat fucking Rider at home, they have no goddamn chance at Oklahoma St. Sunday afternoon.  These guys are wallowing in irrelevance right now.  But they might be getting company real soon. ...

#-9: Gopher men's hockey (Last Week: -2).  I went to Friday's match versus Penn St., and, my God, woof.  What I saw for their Game against Niagara earlier in the year continued to manifest itself in spades in this one, especially the dumb, dumb passing in the defensive zone.  The Gophers could not clear the puck if their scholarships depended on it.

Somehow that didn't hurt the Goofers in the First Period, which ended scoreless.  But what followed was, my fucking goodness, the worst ten Minutes I have ever seen a Gopher men's hockey team play.  The Nittany Lions (which was ranked eighth at the time) racked up four Goals, back-to-back-to-back-to-back.  That fourth tally was a quirky one, where the puck saucered in the air and a PSU player hacked it down and past the Goaltender.  But the other three happened because of inexcusable defense: The Lions got the puck in their offensive zone and passed to a teammate right in front of the Gophers' net with no Gopher marking him.  The first two Goals, in particular, the goalscorer was so by his lonesome he might as well have been radioactive.

That was the U. at its worst that weekend, but it didn't get much better.  The Nittany Lions scored another four in the Third Period to quadruple the Goofs 8-2.  Once the Lions scored that fifth Goal early in the third, a lot of the crowd -- in a half-full 3M -- got up and left, and some more took off after the sixth.  I had never seen so many people leave during the middle of a Gopher men's hockey Game, and I had never seen the place so empty at the end of it.  You know, I might have to take that back.  The Goofers led Penn St. in the Saturday contest 3-1 but then gave up the next five Goals in an ensuing 6-3 doubling.  Bob Motzo's teams in St. Cloud St. were known for having great regular seasons but pissing down their legs and bowing out in the first round of the NCAA Tournament.  I'm starting to worry that Motzko's MO is having inept defense.  And while it's still early, I believe this past weekend sweep (at home no less) was so bad it undid all the good results and any improvement this program made so far this season.  Motzko's mulligan came last year.  Now I need to some fucking progress.  Last weekend showed de-evolution, not progress.

And this came at the start of a six-Game homestand.  And they host a Wisconsin club that might have found its footing this weekend, too.

Monday, November 18, 2019

Hoping To Get Long And Strong

Well!  I went to My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Version) after the Vikings come-from-behind win and I ran into ******a, whom I hadn't seen in a long time and, even though she flits in and out of the club (at least I think so), I thought she had moved on.  But she didn't, thank Buddha!

Moreover, after I started asking her what she was going to do after My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Division), she told me she was having a party.  Tomorrow, which is today.  And, there is only one girl there -- ***e*!  I haven't seen her in ages, and I haven't spoken to her in months!  And even better than that?  She planned on having only one guy over ... and she told me I can come over!  And best of all, I can come over and see those two after this guy leaves!

This is the type of party (which is at her apartment ... oh my God, that's the cherry on top!) I love -- private, at one of the stripper's place, and totally not a sausage party.  It'd be even better if I had just arranged a one-on-one, but this is a two-on-one, and my mind reels at the possibilities.  Do I get one and then the other, or do I get both at the same time?  Also, ***e* still owes me money, and I both want to get her to settle up while giving her some money because I know she's kind of hurting.  OK, I'll just say it: I want her to jack me off at a discount.

But ******a ... well, two great things from this.  One, with the advent of the closing of My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition), strippers, in particular the veterans who have been working there for years, need to find other forms of income, and so they're opening up their own homes to make money.  And two, like with *****y, who just gave me a handjob after years of knowing her as a "good girl," I think (or at least I like to think) that I have earned enough trust from her to, uh, take things to the next level, so to speak.  So sign me up!

Now I just want to make sure that I'm long and strong so I can perform correctly for these two beautiful women.  Maybe I'll look at porn and not masturbate, which will be hard, and I hope it will be.