Damn you UPS!

Well, after 7 months our marriage certificate finally came in from Costa Rica. At first I was wondering if we were ever really married. Now we officially are.

I’m so glad we eloped and not had some big wedding like everyone else.

On a side note, I want to buy a kayak.

Last year in September my wife and I eloped in Domincal, Costa Rica. It’s one of the best places on Earth I’ve ever been too and am very wishing to go back. Away from computers, cellphones, mean people, professional world, etc. It’s a place to unwind a bit and not worry about the crap that floods everyday life. I think everyone should go at least once.

My wife and I saved ourselves some time and headache of planning a wedding. Have you ever planned a wedding? It takes a fuckin year or so to. To top everything there’s the family headache. Mothers and fathers get too involved and your original wedding plan suddenly gets flushed down the toilet. Also weddings are nothing more than business these days. Flowers, dresses, suits, banquet halls, catering, etc. Average cost of a wedding is like $25,000. That doesn’t include the honeymoon.

At my old job, we shared the floor with one other business. I can’t recall what their business was nor do I really care. But we shared the same floor. Thus, we shared the same restrooms as well. Not a big deal. I don’t mind using the urinal in front of another individual.

Another craigslist post:

Hi all,

AVdave

Umm… Hypnosis work?

Some people think the world is made of fluff. Popcorn. Filled with milkduds and sweet tarts and everything dandy. A world where people drink soda pop and gummi berry juice while laying cozy on a floating cloud that passes over a caramel sea of goo. In this world people do not believe in bills, mortgages, and taxes. In this world people like to work for free because working countless hours brings smiles to the faces.

I’ve mentioned Arnie in a past post:

Every Has Had an Asshole Boss

He was an asshole and once my boss. Thankfully I no longer work for that fuckhead of an individual. But back when I did he was a big reason Happy Hour was so sought out and enjoyed. After working 9 and 1/2 hours non-stop in a high stress environment with Arnie and other asshole coworkers a few drinks always brought temporary peace even if it came with the occasional blackout.

My heart is still pumping and I am breathing the fine air while tickling my fanny with a bum tickler. I am not dead. Some may wish I was dead but I am not. Still alive and kicking and being an annoyance whenever chance I can get. Please take back your tears or your tears of joy. I live on.

I’ve been busy is all. Too busy to post stuff here. My time has been occupied with my full time gig, my side business which I want to be a full time gig, website projects, trying to stay in shape, and visitors visiting. Time has been very short and there have been too many thoughts running in my mind to keep controlled and organized. I want to do a million things. I want to go to a million places. If only I could replace my full time job with my side business then my world will be at ease…

When I was in high school there was girl who pregnant by a roadie for the Grateful Dead. She was obviously a hippy chick but a smart one with the books. She dropped out of school as result of the pregnancy and hit the road with the Grateful Dead and her new roadie boyfriend.