Here’s a picture I took. If you want to comment on what you think it is, feel free. It’s like a guessing game, only this isn’t that difficult if you look at the picture for a moment or 232.

Because of my curiousity for wanting to know more about said bug, I decided to take a closer up picture and realized that not having a macro lens really takes the fun out of shooting bugs on flowers.

Just to give you an idea on what the bug looks like so that you can help identify the bug, I have a rotated picture for you to use.

Now it’s time for Americas favorite game name that bug.

I was in love. I still am. I love a girl that isn’t ready for a relationship. So what do I do? I act like a retard and just wait until she’s ready. And wait. And wait. And wait.

A friend of mine took over my texting with the girl today. He let me send everything myself but typed up everything for me. He’s a great friend and like me, just doesn’t want to see friends get hurt. And I’ve been hurting. I actually got hurt several times. And he knew that I would continue to get hurt and wouldn’t ever stop it.

See, the girl of my dreams isn’t interested in meeting me in person. So I’ve had a non-in-person relationship for months with this girl. I’ve been in love with her for a while and have been hoping for her to decide to meet me in person. The problem is that I’ve been hoping. And while I’m hoping, I’ve giving her great emotional support as she has been doing even greater for me.

According to my friends (yes, I’m admitting that I have more than one friend) she would never meet with me. I kept doubting my friends, but they were right. I kept arguing with them, but they were right and I was wrong. I don’t care that I was wrong, I was just sad that they were right.

So now I’m sitting here with heartbreak. It’s really painful. I’ve nearly cut off my thumb, been in multiple car accidents, was struck by a car while on a bicycle, had a doctor remove skin from an arm without giving me novocaine, and had many other bad physical pains in my life. None of them hurt like this. I’m sure that it will go away, but for now, I think that death might come before heartbreak goes away.

I will always love you Lori.

My buddy knows that there are always surprises that could come up, even with the perfect girl. So he told me that if things aren’t going right I could call him and just use some sort of code in order to explain my situation. Here’s the code list that he gave me.

“I’m having eggs and bacon for breakfast tomorrow”
meaning - help me she’s really a man.

“I’m driving to her place”
meaning - kidnapped and being held against my will.

“She’s gorgeous looking”
meaning - definitely not her pictures she looks like an ape.

“She offered to pay for dinner”
meaning - she is in fact a professional and I’m out seven grand, tell my mom it’s back to retirement plan b - shopping cart.

“I have a headache and am taking a bath”
meaning - she was gorgeous the night was great but I just woke up in a bathtub missing several organs.

The first time I missed something, he went about trying to tell me what I did wrong. I know what I did wrong, I cut the ball incorrectly. But to have him tell me about how I should cut differently and then went onto tell me what he would have done and how next time I should blah blah blah.

It wound up being my fault. I didn’t just tell him that I don’t need a replay of every mistake I made.

But every f*cking time he would say something after I sat down. The first game I was on the 8-ball but had too hard of a shot, the other guy sank his last ball and then the 8. The second game was much worse for me, I didn’t even finish the balls off of the table before he won. The third game I was so angry that I screwed up by mis-hitting and gave him ball-in-hand.

Oh well, I drank 2 Jack and Cokes and a couple glasses of beer and had like 3 pieces of pizza (two pepperoni and one sausage). That’s what counts, right?

There were a few games played between me and a bartender that works at the bar that hosts our APA team. Maybe more than a few games. I only remember the happenings until the first shot of Jägermeister, which I learned is strong enough to burn my throat while going down.

I never had bartender shots before. Bartender shots are like regular shots, when you double the size. It was really a lot for a shot.

The second shot of Jägermeister was enough to make me start losing games of pool.

The third shot of Jägermeister kept me from walking straight to the pool table. That was when I stopped.

I’m going to play tomorrow, just because I feel like it and should be able to sneak into the line-up.

I’ve started asking people what they define love as, but have so far gotten what I would best classify as infatuation (and sometimes just “liking”). What are your thoughts on what love is? Actually, instead of telling me what you think love is, give me one example of love.

I dare you. Put it online, here, telling me what you think love is and let other people judge what you write.

It’s not so easy when others might judge you. Anonymity or not, you’re afraid.

Game 1
I was too distracted by the text conversation and was soon down in the game, with 6 balls left on the table to my competition’s 3 remaining. So I did something that I thought I had to do, I gave my Blackberry over to a friend to hold while I finished the game.

There was not the same distraction at that point, it was a different distraction. I wanted to finish the game and get back to PINning (PIN messages on the Blackberry are like text messages only they are fictitiously suppose to be quicker). In only two more innings I cleared off the 6 remaining balls and was onto the 8 ball.

My competitor had cleared all but one last ball off the table, but was unable to sink his last ball before getting to the 8, which was my cue (ha ha!). I had a semi-easy cross table shot which I hit into the right corner pocket.

Game 1 winner, me.

Game 2
The game started with me breaking pretty strongly, the problem was that nothing went in. And for those of you that understand, I didn’t even get the 8 ball to move. My oponent came to an open table, and left it that way. Fourteen elegible pool balls on the table to sink, and he doesn’t make one shot.

I sank a solid and within a dozen innings, we were still screwing around on the table. Yes, 12 innings and we weren’t finishing. Then the higher ranking players on each team gave us a hard time, asking what movies have made more sequels than we have innings.

About two innings later I sank a decent 8 ball shot which needed to go across the 9 foot table, which is about 40 feet when you are moving the 8 ball down the table.

So I was a rank of 2, lets see what happens now.

Last week I lost as a 3, to another 3. I should have won, but was so loaded that it took me 20 minutes to finish the 2nd Jack & Coke before I went on to drink like a pitcher of Bud Light.

The week before the ranked 6 player lost to me twice.. ha ha.

I’ll probably be a rank 3 after winning two straight matches against a 3. I’ll let you know.

The next centurial year that will be a leap year is the year 2400. So if you didn’t take advantage of February 29, 2000 you pretty much just missed out.

And unlike that Haley’s Comet that just needs to circle the block, the next centurial leap year isn’t so whorish.

There’s a Facebook-like site being created by a friend. The front-end is well within his abilities. Well, kind of. The problem is that he’s more of an idea guy. He had the idea, and it was good, and that should have been all he’s responsible for but since time is short these days (even the Retard Empire is suffering from the lack of available hours) I’m not able to work on his creation for hours every day. So what’s a guy to do?

Without any idea on how many hours are going to be required of me, I have told him that when he starts to make money, I need to be included in the dispersement of funds. What guarantee do I have that I’ll get something? None. But… I’ve thought ahead. Not only am I doing the programming of the backend [that just sounds wrong] but I’m hosting the site and handling the DNS too. The only thing that has his name on it is the domain name.

Should I be looking to help without a possible end in sight or should I be demanding some compensation?