hey peeps. not much going on today. just another monday, i guess.
re: snowballing. it's not that gross, is it? i think it's far better than rimming. there's nothing bad about tasting your own spunk, if you're a guy. i think snowballing is a rather intimate act, and kind of sexy, imho. it's just juice! :)
so it's all set. i'm flying down to LA with mikeC for geoff's wedding. i think i have a 9am flight, so that means i have to get up hella early. damn. i can't remember the last time i had to get up that early, and it's gonna hurt.
every time i go on a flight, i have to buy a disposable lighter. the last time i brought my zippo, it got confiscated. damn airport security. when i went to LA for christmas break, i bought a lighter for a buck and stashed it with my check-in luggage. luckily, it passed through the x-ray machine ok, and they didn't take it. i'll have to do it again this time as well. it's such a pain to be a smoker.
i've come to realize that i'm a picky eater. i used to pride myself on the fact that i wasn't one. hm. but i've discovered that i don't like basil, bell peppers, cilantro, and bean sprouts. and lo and behold, they're all vegetables. ha!
when i was a kid, my dad used to force feed me things that i didn't like. one of those things was swiss cheese. he used to make me eat swiss cheese by itself. yup. no swiss cheese in sandwiches, just plain. it was horrible. his theory was that if i kept eating it, i would grow to tolerate it. interesting theory, huh?
so bill parcells retired today. not sure what to make of it. i don't know if he's just tired, or maybe he's sick of having to deal with having terrell owens on his team. either way, i'm sad to see him leave; i think he's a good coach, and the team let him down this year. sigh. i hope the cowboys find a good replacement and do better next year.
i'm just not hungry these days. i haven't been eating much, and my weight loss has been rather dramatic. a few years ago, my peak weight was 202. now, i'm around 155. that's a difference of *47* pounds! man, i could market myself for a diet program. and the thing is, my stomach has totally shrunk, and i no longer crave food like i used to. and i can't eat as much, either. gone are the days where i could eat a whole pizza, or eat three plates of food at indian buffets.
ok. time for a smoke, and time to head home soon.
let's see... friday night, i had dinner with nelson at pizza chicago. of course, we got the great chicago fire (the only pizza we order these days), but i forgot to ask for no cilantro. i wound up picking the cilantro off, but i couldn't get all of the stuff off. ugh, i HATE cilantro! but still, the pizza was good, but i was stuffed after three slices. afterwards, i went to paul's house and hung around for a bit before going home.
saturday, i had gyro's with nelson at yassou in cupertino. then, we went to stanford shopping center. i went to prospectacle's to see if they still carried my frames, but hope was slim, as my glasses were seven years old. and yeah, they were discontinued, so i'm gonna have to get a new prescription and look for new frames. what should my new look be? i'm still partial to black plastic, so we'll see. nelson looked at suits for a bit, and upon leaving macy's men's, he instantly spied a green calvin klein sweater that he tried on and bought. it looked good on him, and it was a sweet impulse buy.
i went home, watched the previous thursday's _the OC_, and watched as much of the stanford/oregon state men's basketball game as i could before i had to leave for jimmy's birthday dinner. we got him a bottle of patron reposado tequila. dinner was at the campbell sonoma chicken coop, and despite knowing that their chicken alfredo pasta was bad, i got it anyway. and yes, it was tasteless, and the chicken was dry. oh well. at least i got a glass of jameson, which was refreshing and good.
sunday, i woke up just in time to catch the 4th quarter of the mavericks/heat game, which the mavericks won. :) but then again, shaq didn't play, so it wasn't that much of a victory. then, it was time for the saints/bears game. the saints had way too many turnovers (4), and they got clobbered.
i drove to san mateo to jeremy's place (he's a big patriots fan, having grown up in new hampshire) to watch the patriots/colts game. it was fun watching it with a true fan, because every time the pats looked like they were about to make a big play, he would get up off the couch. cute. but man, it was a close game, and the colts won. i didn't have the heart to tell jeremy that i was actually rooting for peyton manning, but i did give him my condolences.
on my drive back, i called up leeya, and i joined her, paul and mikeC for a late dinner at mayflower in milpitas. there was a wedding reception going on in the back of the restaurant, so half of the place was closed off. and that was that. i went home, took a shower, watched sportscenter, and dozed off.
there's no football next weekend, and nelson's gone for a ski trip, so it'll be interesting to see how i spend those two days.