"Na."
It's like calling me Bruce... well, that doesn't really work since my name only has one syllable.
It's more like calling me "bee" instead of Curby.
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Actually, it's been a while since I've ran in to anybody that calls me Curby. Funny, the process in how nicknames disappear from your vernacular.
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Sorry for the spam everybody, but it's for a good cause, I swear!
My friend Amanda is in the running for Maxim's 2007 Hometown Hottie, so go vote for her! (Definitions of a 'good cause' are rather lax in my books)
Direct link to her page: http://www.maxim.com/hotties
Link to 2007's voting gallery in general: http://www.maxim.com/hotties
I promise I won't spam you all again unless you've requested it ('Life & Times of Bruce' emails) or another hot chick asks me for a favour after I've had a few beers.
Remember that house of cards?
Finally gotten around to rebuilding the foundation. Feels nice.
On confusing names and email addresses:
QT: Hi, remember me?
BN: Hey Tina
QT: I miss you very much!
QT: ...
QT: Who's Tina?
On relationships with inanimate objects:
ML: I guess you two were never meant to be. A sad tale of woe, is Bruce's relationships
On No Stairway?
"Denied!"
On this isn't the first time I've heard that comparison:
BN: I am NOT an imitation of Barney
On well at least he's got good taste:
AR: I think his idea of "girlfriends" and our idea of "hookers" are one and the same.
On seriously, this is for your own benefit:
BN: I'm all for playing wing... but dude, gotta warn you, you've totally got your beer goggles on.
Last night, just like last year, I had my shirt, my hat, and my randoms. (But not my camera, whoops)
Good night, even if I called it early. It was no Fitzsimons, but not many places are... it may just be the Guinness talking, but I kinda miss Ireland.
Quotes
On persistent office gossip:
"Is your fiancée coming out tonight? She's still in town, right?"
On text messages that wake you up:
"So I just got diagnosed as clinically depressed..."
On death cabs and cuties:
"Okay... I think... I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now."
Internal Monologues
On relations:
Every time I think things can start working well between us you say something like that. Then I remember what I promised myself.
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I don't trust you; I don't respect you; I won't cut you out of my life.
It's been twenty some-odd years, trust me, I've tried all three.
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On revelations:
I continue to grow, making steady progress grappling with violent childhood traumas. First dogs, then swimming, now tofu. To complete the superfecta: Birthday cakes with the fruit layer in the middle *shudder*
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Yes, VIOLENT childhood traumas, all. For serious.
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On revolutions:
I've got these sun spots where my art used to be,
I've got these sun spots where my art used to be,
Whoa-ooaa (It got sold, it got sold, it got sold),
Whoa-ooaa (It got sold, it got sold, it got sold)...
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Yes, I learned what the actual lyrics are. I like my version better.
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Victoria --> Seattle --> Vegas --> Indio, CA
Hooray for pent up vacation time and pent up RAGE!
Not everything is about you.
But that one was.
I don't apologize for thinking it.
But I do apologize for posting it. I knew you'd end up seeing it, I even partly wanted you to see it.
In retrospect and with a clearer head, it wasn't as funny as I thought it was.
I realize this now, and I apologize.
Sorry.
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Will call you thurs night, tell you plans. our Saturday plans won't be cancelled, but you'll have forgotten about then and happen to have made other plans. Have free time in afternoon until... 6pm. But will say you only have until 4pm, and will want to leave around 3pm. Will get up late around 1pm. Won't actually meet up unless I make it out to you.
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Some people are so predictable, it's disappointing.
Yeah, I'm already making other plans :P
That's just the way it's got to be...
You know what I find irresistibly attracting? Hint: it's not white lies and subtle deception.
When we plan to meet up, it's because I want to see you. I'm not there to listen to that guy that always seems to be around, spouting of his narrow view of how we should relate, of how our relationship should work.
Seriously, dude's gotta stop cock blocking.
That's it, I don't need it and I'm not so sure that you're worth it.
Call me again when you lose the douche.
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I'm sorry, religion, but that's just the way it's got to be.
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"I don't want to say"
... is a perfectly acceptable answer.
Naturally, this answer doesn't preclude the other person from continuing to try and pry... hmmm... is that why people lie? To avoid follow-up questions and assumptions that go with it.
Of course once you're caught in a lie, even worse questions and assumptions will follow suit.
Where's the respect?
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Like brothers on a hotel bed
B: I don't know why I said it.
C: Yeah, you do.
B: It's not about that.
C: Come on, this isn't the first time something like this has happened.
B: Please, that's totally different.
C: Dude, you said it twice in 3 minutes.
B: Whatever.
C: Dude, just admit it.
B: Never.
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... but this time it's not me.
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Quit stealing my lines, foo!
I fought to get an extra day in Vancouver.
I wanted to spend it with you.
I worked extra hours to make the time.
Finally, things were sorted out.
I picked up the phone.
I dialed the number.
That chiming ring...
My heart murmured with excitement.
Then nine little words formed a mill,
crushing my spirit like peppercorns...
"The Shins Feb 19th show is already sold out"
My crushed pepper spirit leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
I've been lackadaisically looking for art pieces for The Pad. In the process, plans for Sakura Blossom Robots and commissioned koreanninja murals have languished by the wayside.
Finally, I think I've found the art style that I've been looking for.
I simply adore John Lytle Wilson's work.
Of course his exhibitions are all on the East coast and the cost for an 8x4 artpiece are most likely woefully out of my price range, so I suppose I'll have to rely on Plan B:
AA: Love's a strange and fickle creature; hey, do you think love's a she or a he?
CF: A 'she' because love is crazy *grin*
Or maybe a 'he' because love is stubborn...
No, wait... that's still a 'she'...
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"Why not?" indeed.
Convenience trumps [it] every time.
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ST: I was only told that before [her], you didn't believe in love. Which implies that after [her], you did.
BR: Not quite... it's more that before [her] I believed that I had already felt love. Now I'm not so sure.
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KH: "[My Husband] thought you were just wanting to get in my pants. Sorry, would have let you crash here if we had been awake / gracious enough to answer the phone."
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BL: Will you be part of my friend test.. if ever I date a guy serious enough to go through a test?
BN: As the guy friend, count on me to take him to a strip bar, get drunk, and hear the real unfiltered scoop from him *thumbs up*
How did "2 to 4" become "6 to 8"?
I suppose I can make an exception for people flying in from out of town. Dinner Party at the Pad!
Now where'd I put my "Kiss the Chef" apron...
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I keep talking to others about how you should not expect change to occur overnight, yet I'm guilty of doing the same. I suppose what I should be preaching is that only expecting change does very little to enact change. If you want the change to happen, you should be proactive about it; meet it head on.Different context, same sentiment. I'm tired trying to be proactive, can't you do it just this once?-- Posted May 2, 2005
