If there’s one thing I hate it’s being wrong about anything, particularly dates.

Thanks!
Greg

This could be perhaps my most uninspired post in months.

I'm completely devoid of any opinions that are funny. I've got lots of unfounded and offensive opinions right now, but they're not funny. Just offensive. I like offending people, but not my audience. Call me a snoot, snob or pansy-ass excuse for a writer – whatever helps you sleep at night. Fact of the matter is, I happen to like making fun of those less fortunate and less mentally endowed and enlightened. It's the type of humor we ought to aspire to. The people I make fun of ought to be ashamed of their lifestyle choices. By making fun of them, it sends a very clear message of disapproval. Dissent is a necessary form of being. If you can't openly disagree with people, then what's the point of living in a free country.

Whoa. This is turning into an inspired rant really fast. The words are spewing into the computer faster than I can edit them out.

I must stop. I've already offended myself.

Political Motivation Machine: Gregsta'

Tonight we have 2 birthdays to attend.

I wish that we could have a Once-a-Year Birthday blowout where we celebrate everyone's birthday in one big party. Kind of like Christmas, but for People. The problem is that when you have as many freaking relatives and friends as Bets' and I do, it can be overwhelming.

In other news. This is my last day in the office for a week. Holy crap. A week off? I haven't planned a thing. I've been so tired and lazy when I get off work that I haven't put forth a single effort to get my vacation lined out. Perhaps its better that way. We're going to the beach and have no plans. We'll figure it out when we get there.

Off to lunch soon.

Gregsta'

The whole family is here in town this week. Just had dinner with everyone here at the house.

Gotta run. Listening to lil' bro's music.

Gregsta'

I'm an addict.

I admit it.

There are things that even I can't explain.

My lust for Burritos is one.

I can't get enough.

There's a burrito stand on every corner.

The Queso, Pastor and Guac.

They're all my friends.

Fattening friends.

I must go now.

Lunch sits before me.

Wrapped in a flour tortilla.

Poetically,
Gregsta'

(Editors Note: If it seems like Gregster does an inordinate amount of complaining on this site, you would be correct. We can't get him to give us any good material to put up here.)

Dear Ma Nature,

You're a bitch. I like starting my letters off with the direct method. Get used to it.

The last 3 weekends have been shit weather compared to that of the weeks. Did it ever occour to you that perhaps those of us who work our asses off in the confines of buildings day in and day out might enjoy a some decent weather on the weekend? Pull your head out of your fat ass and start showering us with some damn sun on the weekend instead of rain. I know you probably think it's real fucking funny.

News Flash: It ain't funny.

Go ahead, keep it up. The people of this world are already depressed enough. With this kind of weather, you may be planting the seeds for World War 3. Think about it, hippy-freak.

In the meantime, I'm going to chug as many water bottles as I can and pitch them into endangered animal habitats. This will continue until you bring us some decent weather over a weekend.

Pissingly,
Gregster

Spring Cleaning has turned into Early Summer cleaning. I'm typically late to the game like that.

I've purchased a number of organizational tubs, drawers and labeling materials. The problem with organizing a garage, office or kitchen is that one can get overwhelmed with the amount of crap that's stored within its confines. Case in point: My garage has enough tools, fasteners, wires and other doo-dads to assemble just about any contraption that you can dream of. Trying to organize all those little parts and tools into logical groupings seems as futile as teaching a fish to walk. Does the sand paper go with the sander or in the "abrasives" drawer. Should the nuts go with the bolts or in separate containers? Going mad: I am.

The good news here is that things are getting thrown out, recycled and sold in rapid succession. Now I just need to find a new home for this giant color laser printer that needs work. Free Geek anyone?

As I delve deeper into this pit of disorganization and despair, I realize that I'm not alone in this world. There are plenty of other men who slacked off when they were single and didn't organize anything, and now that we have women living with us, organization isn't merely an option – it's a requirement. Face it, women and men have lots of things. Your "organization" system from your bachelor days (which didn't really work, did it?) no longer passes the acid test. You can't expect your girl to find something by having you show her where it is everytime (which really equates to you having to find it).

Off to breakfast…

Org-ingly,
Gregsta'

Nothing new to report here. It's Saturday. I don't have to go into work. I'm not hung over.

Updatingly,
Gregster

I was reading old blog posts last night and reading some of them to Betsy: The International Slacker, Random Post Titles, Rants and Top 10 Lists

It was all amazingly well written material. Now, I tend to write short and even less meaningful and thoughtless material. This post shall be no exception.

Tormentingly,
Gregsta' Gmo' All-Spice Mac'n'Cheese

I feel like a schmuck.

My co-worker rode his bike 16 miles in today from Sunnyside.

I bitched about how bad traffic was and how it took forever to get in this morning.

Do I get the Douchebag award? I do? Great. That's not going on my resume.

Insensitively,
Gregsta'