I realized last night that I already have everything I need here. Well, maybe not “here” physically, as I have a lot of close friends throughout the country. I passed willfe the PHP contract for Kevin, and so far he’s doing a great job (Kevin came back raving about him.) I’m doing site design for SimpliColo. I signed a ton of new customers from IBI (two yesterday) and am currently working on a “big fish” there. I’ve made new friends here and around the country, and pieced together some old friendships as well. I’ve discovered there are many people out there who care about me and love me.

I’ll be just fine.

So I called my mother today (er, yesterday, now), and I finally told her that FG and I had broken up. The first words out of her mouth are, “Oh no! He was supposed to help me buy a new car at Christmas!” And then, “And I even bought him a Christmas present! … Do you think he will still help me buy a car?”

Alright, Mom, I’ve just broken up with my boyfriend/best friend of 7+ years, and the first thing you can think about is he’s not going to take you test-driving. (I told her he probably would anyway.) If anyone wonders why I hate talking to my mom on the phone, this is why.

BTW, I called my dad on his cell a few days ago and he abruptly hung up the phone on me because “your mother is coming into the garage and I don’t want her to know we’re talking without her involved. She’ll just get jealous.” So now I can’t talk to my dad either. I actually liked talking to him. 🙁

[20:12] Kuroi Raifu: You know, I’d be the one who would buy neon lights for my cage at a datacenter.
[20:12] Kuroi Raifu: Totally cover the cage with it so when you walk into the cage, it’s like stepping into a rave.
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[20:14] Kuroi Raifu: lol. Wouldn’t it be amusing if one day, you come to simpli and see the entire cage like that?
[20:15] Kuroi Raifu: “What the fuck did you do?”
[20:15] simplisales: … No.

😉

LOL. Well, it’s not as dire as the title makes it sound, but sometimes I forget there are cool people here in the Bay Area.

A friend of a friend (his name is Anatole; welcome to my blog, Anatole!) works at Adobe here in SJ, and he emailed me a few weeks ago and asked if I wanted to buy Photoshop CS for $40 (employee price.) Um, YES!? Anyway, all this crap in my life happened, and I totally forgot about it. Last night, I was digging through my email inbox, and I found a note from him asking when I wanted to come pick it up. I emailed him back, saying, “Crap, do you still have it?” Fortunately, he did, and he invited me to a pizza party tonight to come pick it up.

I showed up at Chuck E. Cheese (apparently the organizer wanted to relive his childhood!), which is actually like 2 blocks from my house, tonight. I felt a bit like I was crashing the party, but it was soon apparent that random people were showing up from all over the place. Anatole was there with his fiancee, and there were about 15 other people there as well. Most of the circle of friends belongs to a hiking club, and most of them are not originally from California (I know absolutely no one who is actually from the Bay Area here anyway, so I get that.) I had a lot of fun, and I ate a ton of pizza and played a bunch of games. I also saw a guy I used to work with at Cobalt, who was there unrelated to this gathering — unbelievably, he survived the layoffs and is still working at Sun!

Anyway, I emailed Tim, the organizer of this whole shebang, and asked him to put me on his email list for future outings. When I got home, I found an “evite” for an after-Thanksgiving dinner and girls’ night out in my inbox from some people from IBI. Does this mean I actually have (gasp) a social life?! I am shocked! Shocked! But I’m having fun. 😀

Okay, I’ve made a nice little box where you can stick your email address (right over there —–>) and the blog software will send you a friendly email when my blog has been updated. I did this because I know y’all are just sittin’ there refreshing my blog all day, waiting for me to post more! 😀 Well, now you don’t have to.

I will not sell, rent, blah blah blah your email addresses; they are mine alone and I’m the only one who knows how many of you have subscribed. (Two! Only two of you! Now go over there and subscribe before I kick your butt!)