Big Fat Hairy Living

The two student interns at work looked at my blog and wanted to see pictures of Giuseppe and Eric, so I showed them. They immediately noticed his hairy chest. “Wow! He has a lot of fur on his chest! Look at the way he’s showing it off! He must be proud of it!” I thought it was kind of cute, the amazement they expressed at the fact that he is proud of how hairy he is.

They also looked through Eric’s pictures of his trip to Rome, and noticed a strange similarity between all the men in Eric’s pictures — namely that they were large, hairy, and had goatees, i.e., bears. Just the way I like them.

Sal Scozzari is so hot! He plays the role of Pepper in Mamma Mia.

I just got a call from an ex, Giuseppe. He wanted to know how I was doing. Things were very awkward on the phone, with a lot of silence. He asked me how I felt, and I told him that it will still take me a long time before I can get used to the idea of being comfortable around him, given that we initially parted on less than stellar terms. He didn’t understand why I could still be friends with Eric, my most recent ex, and not him. I tried to explain that those are two different situations, but he wouldn’t listen.

“Well, I guess I got my answer,” he said. “Bye.” There was nothing I could say. I didn’t want to beg him not to never call me again. I truly loved him, but I can’t deal with his negativity. He always reads the worst into what people do. “Bye,” I said.

Somehow I don’t think we’ll ever talk again.

One of the students at my work just saw yesterday’s blog posting and decided to read the archive. My office mate read over her shoulder. Both of them laughed at the 11/17 entry. “Damn, no wonder you come to work happy in the morning!” he said, before running away.

Ha! The two students at my work read through my blog today (although they didn’t read through the archives.) They thought it was hilarious. Even funnier was my office mate’s reaction when he saw the 11/23 entry. He laughed nervously. Would he have laughed if it had been a girl I had been looking at?

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Excitement! I get the keys to the new place this Friday. On the weekend I’ll be painting, and on Tuesday I get most of my new furniture delivered. I’ll be fully moved in on December 6th, just ten days away! I can’t wait

Yesterday I went to concert at Roy Thomson hall with my Mom. The singer was Helmut Lotti, a Belgian singer my mom likes. At one point, I looked over at her during the concert, and she was smiling.

I actually started crying. It’s the best feeling in the world, making the one person you love most in the entire world happy.

I just got back from another meeting at work. At this meeting, some ineffectual middle manager announced an organizational change that affects the department I work in. Before the meeting, I joked to one of my co-workers that the word “synergy” would be used ten times during the meeting. The meeting lasted around 20 minutes, and the word synergy (or a form of the word synergy) was used seven times. At one point, one of the managers used the word “synergize.”

Last year, they reorganized us into a different department, and my manager said that we would develop synergies with those other departments we were lumped together with. I guess those synergies aren’t working any more, so we need new synergies. From now on, when people ask me why I want to sing rather than do engineering for the rest of my life, I’ll refer them to this blog entry.

Bear Interlude: One of the other managers at the meeting is quite the attractive bear. Balding, bearded, tall, with dark brown fur popping out of the top of his shirt. I think he might have caught me looking at him a few times. I wanted to ask him if he would mind developing synergies with me, but I wisely chose not to.)