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Everything below was written in about the year 2002 when I was single. Boy how life has changed. Read on!
2002 -Until just recently I would have pretty much called myself a home-body. I usually stay home unless I'm at work, and most of my time at home is spent on the computer. This is an outline of my typical day spent at home. Click on the section you would like to know about, or scroll down to read straight through.
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At Home
I usually wake up at about 9am. There really isn't anything special about
me waking up. I get out of bed, take a look at the time, and decide between three things;
do I need more sleep, would I like a cigarette, or am I hungry?
More times than not I get up to have a morning cigarette.
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I'm a fast waker. I don't hang out all groggy in my bed in a state of half-sleep-half-awake. Once I wake up my mind begins to get its wheels turning and I'm up and running around. I'm not really a breakfast person, so it is a rare occasion that I have a breakfast meal.
With
my cigarette in hand and after using the facilities, (like you needed to know that) I turn
my computer on and get online to check my messages and say good morning to a few of my
friends that I see on my AOL Buddy List. It's easier than calling since they're usually
online. I'll talk on the computer for a few hours while viewing a site that I do volunteer
work for. At the site I moderate a message board and make sure that the topics in my
designated sections are in their appropriate categories. I also view the latest postings
within the topics to make sure it isn't necessary to move them to another section. I also
work on my website as well as manage my own personal message board.
I don't cook. Why I don't cook is an article in another section.
I usually have snacks like Pepperidge Farm Goldfish Crackers or something along those
lines between cigarettes.
I run to the drive-thru or
have lunch with a friend at a restaurant or order food to be delivered. I am a microwaving
Goddess!! The only 'real' meal I have on a typical day is dinner. I have a huge appetite.
I can snack all day or have a pretty large meal. Between food and sex, I would prefer to
have a nutritious meal beforehand.
I do not smoke a cigarette after nookie. That is way too
cliché and seems kind of offensive.
I don't run out to my mailbox every day. The mailbox is located by where I park my car
around back. I usually get the mail when the mailman leaves a note on my front door that
my mailbox is full. It's usually crap anyway. I'd like to add that the last two times the
mailman has brought a note to my door it has said "Mailbox Full---AGAIN".
The 'again' part kind of cracks me up. (Yes he writes it in capital letters).![]()
If I'm expecting something, my friends will tell me to keep an eye out for
it, which, after three or four days or so I will run out to the box and grab what they
sent me along with the crap and bring it inside and throw it on my desk where it sits in
an ugly, embarassing pile.
I just want to take this moment to thank my mailman for giving me personalized service.
Kind of how it should be, eh?
Too many damn bill collectors calling me led me to make the decision that I wouldn't
answer my home phone. I only answered my cell phone for six months which has a special
ring for when people I know are calling. A few of my friends call me every day and I talk
to them for a bit and then it's back to business on the computer. My phone has a Caller ID
box in it and I didn't have that service turned on by my phone company until recently. I
only answer the phone if I know who is calling.
I take a shower in the
middle of the day since I work at night. I used to take three showers a day; once in the
morning, once before I leave for work in the evening, and once before I went to sleep
after coming home from work. That was annoying. Since I don't leave my house usually
until I leave for work, and nobody has to smell my stale floral scent, I usually just take
a shower before I leave for work and conserve water, turning the stale floral scent into a
fresh floral scent. I have four bottles of shampoo and three bottles of conditioner in my
shower for different occasions, and I have three body wash gels and a bar of Jergens Mild
soap in there. I take long hot showers and ponder the wonders of the world while I'm
getting squeaky clean.
When I am finished showering it takes me about ten minutes to do my make-up for work. I
use cosmetics that I buy at the drug store since it gets used so much and I can get the
same look out of it that I can get out of the department store stuff. The only cosmetic
that I do buy from the department store is my foundation or base, because it adjusts under
lighting. The bar is generally dark, but I am under black lights and occasional stage-type
lighting throughout the evening, so it helps to keep my skin looked balanced and it
doesn't glow white under the black light like some foundations tend to do. I get dressed
in my sweats or something simple to throw into my locker when I change at work, and then
head for the car.
I am a smoker. I smoke about a pack a day depending on what I'm doing. If I'm at home, I
usually smoke one or two cigarettes in an hour. I smoke in my home since nobody lives
here. If a person or persons lived with me I would smoke outside, regardless of whether
they smoked or not, and all members of my household would have to smoke outside. Having
more than one smoker in the house makes the house foggy,
and more stinky than
smoking already is. Usually, either early in the morning or sometime in the later
afternoon, I will drive to the store and buy a pack or two. I don't buy them by the
carton. I tend to smoke more or waste my other cigarettes knowing that I have plenty to
spare if I do buy a carton of them. I have no desire to quit, and though I may regret it
later (who knows?) In the meantime, I'm a full-fledged smoker and will continue to be
until I decide that I don't desire to do so anymore.
As I write this it
is now 2:51am. I usually go to sleep these days at about 3 or 3:30am. It looks like
tonight I may be heading to sleep at about 3:30 or 4:00. I get off of work at about 2am so
I usually get home and relax for a bit. I can't usually go straight to sleep after work.
When I sleep, I sleep in sweats. Not to burst anyone's bubble--I don't sleep nekkid!
I sleep on my right side
usually curled up in a ball hugging onto a pillow. As stated somewhere else on the site, I
am rolled up in my 49ers blanket like a human burrito. I don't usually wear socks to
sleep. Occasionally I'll have my slippers on.
I can sleep with a light
on depending on how tired or lazy I am to turn all of the lights off, and most of the time
they are off. When I go to sleep I think about the day, and what my plans are for the next
day. I dream vividly when I sleep and usually remember what I have dreamed about. I dream in
color, and I usually know what my dreams mean.
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Domestic Skills?
I am not one of those domestic chicks who cooks and cleans all of the time. Any one of my friends can tell you that. Though I keep my place tidy and whatnot I am not addicted like I used to be to dusting and vacuuming and scrubbing the crap out of inanimate objects.
Once in a great while I'll get into one of those moods where I need to give everything a thorough cleaning. This is the short list of my domestic skills and how the duties are handled.
I don't cook. When you see the pictures below you will know exactly why.
Other than being too lazy to do dishes, I have a legitimate reason; I was trying to
be the domestic girlfriend and almost poisoned the poor guy that ate my cooking.
(on more than one occasion).
I don't recommend that anyone eat my cooking. Unless of course, it's something that I've
cooked successfully in the past, which isn't much.
This
sad image is a plate of buttered waffles and eggs. Does it look like waffles and eggs to
you? If it does I wouldn't eat your cooking either.
This breakfast was cooked one day at about 4 in the morning.
I had a craving for eggs, so I thought I'd give it a shot and cook some fried eggs or
something. When I finished I took a picture with my webcam to show my friends that I
actually got behind the damned stove for a change.
Glad I did that, now that I have this site and can tell the world
that if they're with me, they're gonna get poisoned if I cook. When I told my friends that
I cooked, I think they were ready to keel over just from the very mention of it.
Here's yet another pathetic example of my cooking:

This one wasn't so bad. I have the spaghetti from when I cooked it over a
year ago immortalized in my refrigerator to this day.
Of course, it doesn't look like it does in the picture anymore.
Besides having the fear of poisoning someone with my lack of cooking
skills, it really makes no sense for me to cook for one person. I live alone and it takes
20 minutes to cook a meal, 10 minutes or so to clean it up, and about 10 minutes to eat.
30 minutes worth of work for 10 minutes worth of eating doesn't compute with me. And I
generally don't eat left-overs, so the suggestion of me making enough for two or three
nights doesn't fly. Besides, if my cooking was gross the first night, I wouldn't subject
myself to eating it another two nights in a row.
Running to the drive-thru takes me about 10
minutes. Cleaning up the mess takes 2 minutes or less. Nuking a corndog or Cup-O-Noodles®
takes three minutes with even less clean-up time. A much better equation.
I reallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, reallyyyyyyyyy don't like doing laundry. It's a pain in the ass.
I wash my clothes for work more often than I wash my regular clothes. Living in an apartment complex, I have to haul my hamper, the detergent, my quarters, and the fabric softener over to the laundry room which is like 100 yards away. (Or so it seems). I do the laundry for my regular clothes about once a month.
I have a ton of clothes, probably one pair of underwear for every single day of the month. (I used to have underwear that had the days of the week on them.) This also means that it creates a shitload of laundry for me to do. The last time I did laundry I had 6 loads and I wasn't even finished. I average about 4 or 5 loads of laundry on laundry day.
For me to spend an hour and a half at the mercy of a washer and dryer with each load tying me down not being able to leave the house for cigarettes or food or something, and having to haul all of that crap across the complex reallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy irks me. Truth be told, the reason I have so many clothes is because I'd rather spend a half an hour buying new stuff than spending an hour and a half waiting on the damn laundry.
I don't mind washing my work clothes once or twice a week, though. I love my work clothes. Anyhow, the annoying thing about that is that after they get out of the dryer, it literally takes me an hour to untangle and re-separate all of my outfits to organize them into my suitcase. It's a tedious task to untangle all of those tie strings. Either way, I still reallyyyyyyyyyy don't like laundry.
I'm not a 'dishes' person. When I was rollin' in the dough, I used to have a maid come over to my apartment every two weeks to not just clean, but to wash my dishes. I have a dishwasher. I still consider that to be washing dishes in some way, shape, or form, so I don't use the dishwasher either. I'm a bachelor-ette. I use paper plates and plastic utensils. Theyre biodegradable. I'd rather scrub the hell out of my bathtub than wash dishes. I tried looking for a picture on the internet of someone doing the dishes since there won't be one of me doing mine. The search return shows satellite dishes.
The two things I really enjoy when it comes to any type of cleaning. I
have always enjoyed vacuuming. It takes my mind off of things and it's also a challenge
for me to make those evenly spaced carpet line-pattern things that happen when someone
vacuums. I swear the upright I have must be straight out of the 80's. The bags for them
are at the point where they have to be special ordered. I have no attachments on the
vacuum either, so I do my dusting with my little yellow feather duster. It just occurred
to me, having a fetish with yellow birds and all, that I have a yellow feather duster.
Do
the wonders ever cease?
Speaking of dusting, I just dusted my house today. I didn't get to the
cobwebs, I was already running late for work. That's on tomorrow's agenda. (I polished the
furniture, too). When I dust I usually listen to music,
and dust
everything that I see and don't see dust on. Not too interesting, is it?
My current refrigerator list of edible items as of April 11, 2002 is: 17 items as follows:
3 Cans of Pepsi, (counted as one item)
A two-litre bottle of Dr. Pepper (flat)
A half-eaten pickle
A bottle of wine (it should be thrown out it's been sitting in there since last summer)
Peanut Butter
Soy Sauce
Ketchup
Mustard
Relish
Salad Dressing
3 different bottles of hot sauce
A bottle of Mylanta (from when I had an ulcer, it should probably be thrown out too)
Mayonnaise
My Guy-Dude's Beer
Sliced American Cheese
As you can see, the contents of my refrigerator is mostly condiments. There really isn't anything for me to throw together to eat. Note that I don't have bread. Usually when I buy it it ends up moldy. I probably have two packages of moldy bread on top of my refrigerator or something that I have to throw out. Also note that I don't have lunch meat. That usually goes bad pretty quickly too. The contents of my refrigerator is a constant 16-17 items.
As for the items that are in there that are not edible, as I mentioned
above I have my spaghetti experiment growing in there, along with two other unknown
previous experiments that I am way too scared to pick up and throw out. I do clean the
refrigerator though. My refrigerator is basically a decoration so that people won't think
I'm weird for not having one.![]()
I don't mind scrubbing my bathtub or my sink. I'd surely rather do that
than wash dishes.
For general spills and whatnot I don't have any rags, so I strictly use paper towels. And
I clean up spills lightning quick. As to how well I clean up my spills if you look
at my carpet you'll know that I do a horrible job. For some reason it seems like my damn
carpet will stain just from looking at it.
When I finish with a soda, I rinse the can in the sink, and most stuff I'll rinse out before throwing it away to prevent ants or other yucky bugs from taking residence in my home. I get pretty detailed sometimes. I clean my light switches, telephone, and I definitely clean my keyboard and mouse and mouse pad all the time.
The above is a short story made long on all of my domestic skills. I have no particular interest in developing them. I have no need to be a skilled cook, and my cleaning skills seem sufficient enough for me. Now that I've finished telling you the story about my questionable domestic skills, feel free to continue scrolling for more about me, or go to the top of the page to make a new selection.
I'm the type of person that likes to keep busy, and I have quite a few hobbies that I entertain myself with while I'm at home, or if I go out. Since I don't turn my television on, this is a list of things that interest me, as well as a list of stuff that I collect...
This
image is the coat of arms from my dad's side of the family. The motto of the
family's coat of arms is 'Deus providebit', meaning 'God will provide'. Also on
my father's side of the family from what I've learned, my fifth-great grandfather signed
the Declaration of Independence and is pictured on the back of a two dollar bill. (Charles
Carroll of Carrollton, representing Maryland, 1737-1832).
If my scanner was working right now I would put a close up image of the two
dollar note so that you can see which one he is...but it's broken right now. This image is
the same image on the back of a two dollar bill...
Anyhow...there are five men standing in front of a desk. After the fifth man standing (count from left to right) is a row of men seated in the background. My fifth great grandfather is sitting in one of those chairs. He lived to be 95 and was the longest living member of the signers of the declaration.
I was told that our family had
some distant cousins or something that fought for the Confederate Army. I think I might
have also had some that fought for the Union too...I'm not sure. I'll have to ask my dad.
I am the oldest of two children. I have one slightly younger brother who currently lives with my parents. My parents have been married for more than 25 years. For both of them their marriage to each other was their first marriage.

My mother is Filipina and came to
the United States in 1977 with my father a few years after they were married. I was born
in the Philippines, but I do not remember any of it. I did not know how to speak English
when I came to the U.S. Incidentally, everyone that visits my house is required to have
their picture taken with my chicken hat on.
This is a picture of my mother with the infamous chicken hat on her
head.
My Father is a
native to California. His family roots from South Carolina. The only picture of
him that I have on my hard drive is, of course, a chicken hat picture. My father is
Irish-English with a smidgeon of other stuff mixed in there too. For as long as I have
been around, my dad has always had a moustache and a beard. He shaved it once a year or
two ago. I'm too used to his facial hair to like his face without it.
I don't currently have a picture of my brother on my hard drive. He's a
handsome kid. I do have a picture of him that I keep in my wallet and I would gladly scan
it for you to be able to see what he looks like if my damn scanner wasn't broken.
When I get that information, I'll most likely be able to finish this page.