Strange Directions

My boss, the gorgeous one I like and get along with great, is leaving the company. I'm sad. I really liked working with him, we understood each other and he left me alone. Now I'm dealing with his boss and she's all over me like white on rice. I don't like it. Even more than that, I miss the awesome, gorgeous, funny, gave me blow once, boss. I need to get his personal contact and hit him up to see where he's going and what he's doing.

Then the thing with Jason on Sunday weirded me out so much. Why can't Jason be tech savvy? Cause he's a hillbilly. He did eat a half loaded cookie from me though, so at least he's okay with trying out new things, at least with me. But it's not enough. He is what he is.

Monday I texted Brian to see if he wanted lunch or dinner for my last week at this project. I never heard back from him. Then Wednesday I was waiting at the bus stop (which is 5 meters from his door) and saw him walk down the street and said hi. He kept on walking. I texted him and said hey, you passed right by me without saying hello. He replied: When? I didn't see you. Then he went dark. Texted him again Friday and he was impossibly rude. Man, we were friends once upon a time. Looks like the sex fucked it. Sad, but true. Sex and friendship do not mix well, like children and alcohol. Or people and Drano. I'm gonna have to go dark on this one. If he wants to revive this friendship, it's all on him. Regardless, I'm not a sucker for punishment. I don't want to get hurt or put myself out there to be pummmelled emotionally yet.

I met up with an Israeli guy at the Ferry Building today and he was very cute. He was somewhat quiet, but still had things to say. He's appropriately tall, appropriately good looking... a bit young, but I'm trying to expand my horizons. We'll see where this goes. So far so good.

I had a date last night with an IT manager with the bluest eyes. We had drinks and had dinner and it was fantastic. He has an 8 year old son and is divorced. Not sure how I feel about that. I don't care about the ex so much as the son part. That's a lo tof baggage. I probably have the most psychotic ex, hands down. But at least I don't have kids. We'll see how things go.

I finally started playing with the Ubuntu partition that Thomas set up for me 2 years ago. I needed to set up so many things on it and it was quite a learning curve. But oh man how I love it! As my career trajectory is boring the hell out of me, my new hobby is pumping the blood through my veins. I love computers. I have so much to learn though. My goal is to play with software and hardware, build my own programmes, build my own server. I do need to get more proficient in VBA/SQL for what I'm doing at work now, but also with Debian and maybe Mac as well. Then there's html, C++ and all the rest! AAhhhhh! I'm so excited. Why didn't I do this years ago in college? I don't know. Numbers excited me back then. They excite me still, but not applicable to my job. The puzzles are fascinating me.

In fact, the puzzles of Linux is fascinating me so much I'm not even distracted by D's naked body & beautiful cock on my webcam. That's a first! I love my work and I do love what I do, but I was always easily distracted. But now... Debian has captured me. All of a sudden I'm more excited about learning command lines than sexy guys. Hmmm... and logging over 7 hours of Ubuntu time today has mellowed me out. I was chill, mellow, and relaxed for dinner, for the movie. I felt great! Oh I'm in love! But Love is so expensive!

Love = iPad2
Love = baby Macbook Air
Love = Xbox/Kinect/Halo/Gears/CoD/xbl
Love = building new linux server
Love = changing the partition of Windows & Ubuntu to a shared drive
Love = becoming a sys admin/network admin
Love = Kawasaki Ninja, Arai helmet, racer jacket