New Puzzle

This puzzle will consume your soul. Not really, I already solved it, but it is fun.

Yesterdays Trail

First trail of the new Junta year and I am recruited to lay trail. Well, as usual things did not go as planned. Death By Dildo emailed me last Wednesday to remind me of when we are laying trail, like I will remember something I read on Wedesday on Sunday. Sunday morning, I wake up about 8:30 and realize that no one has called me to say when we are laying Trail, so I figure time to go back to sleep. 11:30 rolls around, I call Tuck It Up the Butt, who is doing the food portion of the hash, to find out what is going on. He said they were laying trail and that I had to come over immediately and start drinking with him. Never one to disappoint a cohare, I quickly jet over to his point and proceed to drinking and tasting the yummy Venison Chili he made.
Trail time rolled around, from what I understand it was a pretty good trail. During circle, i was called out multiple times for being a hare, for being me and for incoming and outgoing members of the Junta. At one point High Beams brings out a bottle of hot sex for the outgoing junta, of course everyone was like Fish finish it, never one to disappoint my fans, I killed the bottle.
The On-On-On was held at The Black Dog Pub, I had never been there before and it turned out to be a nice little bar. She Mussel Bitch bought me a couple of shots of Jager, which I greatly appreciated, but most likely did not need at that point.

While having a few drinks, who do I see come in, one of my favorite bartenders, Mia. Turns out she is the GM of the pub, going to have to put this into my regular bar rotation since I have had a crush on that girl for like 3 years. I of course have her make me a Miatini, really did not need this. After talking to Mia for a while, I realize I am the last hasher there. At this point at start my trek to Chon Som, I walk in order a beer, take one sip and proceed to pass out on the couch. True classic form. Don't know how long I was out, but I am sure it was a while.

Hang out with the Asians for a bit, then head home to watch {Proof}, was not a good film for a recently diagnosed bipolar who had been drinking most of the day. Really made me start questioning my sanity, although I did enjoy the film.

Well since I am getting paid, I guess I should get back to work.

On-On

Sluts Birthday

Last night after work, picked up C'em Cummin and went straight to Laura's house. She was throwing Slut a birthday party. She had Maudie's cater it. Food was wonderful, free drinks even better, although the girl serving the drinks was pretty cute, so I pretty much tipped what I would have spent had I been out. We played Slut trivia, the contestants were Lovebite, Social Retard and Bitch, James Bitch. Think Lovebite won, was not paying attention. Next on the agenda, gifts. Lots of whiskey, lots of gag gifts, Laura saved hers for last an image of Trish Murphy . As an extra special gift, Trish Murphy walked out guitar in hand and started playing happy birthday. For those who don't know, Trish is Slut's favorite musician. She played a full set for us, afterwards she had a few drinks and jammed with some of the guitar players in the group. This party completely rocked, it was like something out of a movie. Picture's will follow once TAF emails them to me.

That's all for now kiddo's, off to the curry cook off.

On-On

Here are some pics, the first one is for Browneye since he said there was no way Trish would show up at the party. Additional pics can be seen here http://www.flickr.com/photos/tonyandbarb/sets/72157594370627968/

Ashamed

Was just sending a text message and found out my phone does not know the word whore. WTF?

Speaking of WTF, check out Late Night's Blog and click on Meat Gazer under Colorado Hashers, not work friendly.

If you cannot tell, the old Timmy may be back.

Heard about an old friend

So I thought I would post a pic of us.

Freak Out

Today I may have completely freaked out a co-worker. I was in another building washing my hands and this guy walks out of one of the stalls and I comment that he had a tremendous dookie. I finish washing and drying my hands then I leave. The whole time the guy is frozen, his eyes were like those of a deer in a spotlight.

In all honesty, the guy let rip one of the most rancid smells I have ever come across. It was a triple flusher. And even the owner of the poop was gagging, that says a lot. I felt that this guy should know that he had truly taken the poop of a grand master.


Oh is it time for happy hour yet? Wait, I already had a couple of drinks 2 hours ago, 1 more hour till I can leave for good. Love my job! For reals!

Bipolar

A good deal of you know that recently I was diagnosed with Bipolar Type 2, for those of you who don't, this is my big coming out party (no Browneye, not that kind of coming out party, so stop shaking your ass around). Most people freak out when they are diagnosed, I was somewhat accepting of it, since I knew with treatment, I could llive a happier life. Of course, on a daily basis I have to face that if I don't follow my treatment, I could quickly ruin my life or worse. Not like it is any big deal, I just have to take pills, pay attention to how I feel and listen to you guys when you say I am actining like a nut.

There is a stigma concerning people with bipolar disorder, I would like to take a moment and try to erradicate that notion. It is a genetic disorder, it is something that we were born with, we received a gene from our family that made us more prone to have this disorder. I am not crazy, I am not going to run away from life and become homeless, I rarely ever hear any noises or halucinate (well sometimes when I drink), for all intents and purposes, I am a somewhat normal person, I just have mood swings.

Since seeking treatmment, I still have my wild outbursts of mania, sure mostly when I am drinking, but those are starting to decrease and they usually involve me coming up with some fantastic practical joke.

The only real problem I am having with my treatment is remembering to take my meds, for some silly reason they have me taking them right before I go to bed, I forget pretty often that I and my sleep behavior is as erratic as my moods. When I forget, I am a little off for a few days. Another problem is when I go out and spend the night at friends places and I don't get back to my place until really late in the day, I am a wreck for a few days, I am working on plans to make this occurance decrease.

I would like to say, I am not overly sensitive to me being bipolar. When people who know me ask me how I am doing, I usually respond, "Still Crazy." I know, I just said I'm not, but I don't want people to feel uncomfortable around me when they know. I have a pretty good sense of humor about this simply because I have ruined some wonderful relationships due to my erratic behavior, finally having this sense of calm is great. Maybe I will finally make a relationship work.

I would like to take a moment to thank my firends who already do know, most have pulled me aside and have asked if there is anything they can do, just knowing I have that network out there really helps.

Just so you guys know, I am not on a mood enhancer. I take something usually given to epilepcy patients. It has an assload of side effects, so thus the weight gain, the spacyness, tiredness (the return to caffeine to my life), and the hand tremors (no I am not an alcoholic, it is an actual reaction).

So if anyone has any questions, feel free to post here or email me offline. I am by no means an expert, but I do spend a lot of my days reading about it.

And as for my last post, if I would have received the news about the no go on the promotion in August, I would have probably needed to be checked into a hospital.

On-On to the Weekend

Just found out

I did not get the promotion. Kind of disappointing, since I have worked on creating this position for the past two years. For a brief moment, I actually considered looking for a job outside of the company. Then I remembered how great it is to work here and the insurance really rocks/ See what happens when I actually show up to work on a Friday, should have slept in.