My very own personal hell on earth...

I can describe it in two words: Microsoft Word.

This program is the devil! God what a clunker. It integrates seamlessly with *absolutely nothing* outside the Microsoft spectrum of software products. Not a shock, it's old news, everyone knows this... but hell, why doesn't someone nuke the bastards that make this crap?!?

As I rant aimlessly... the MS machine shall not be beaten.. nor shall it produce quality products. End of story. Sigh.

I'm accustomed to using Quark and Adobe products for all my print work. Being stuck in an office using Word and a built-in word processor from a POS database program is slowly driving me insane. I fear I'll end up going crazy and throwing each machine through the nearest window just to see it break into little bits and pieces, as I scream at each one, "Gates you bastard, integrate this! Die!"

On a happier note, I spoke with one of my dearest friends a few nights ago and she may move home very soon. That reads: sometime within a year. Yay! She feels the same need I did before I moved... to be close to home, friends and family. I don't blame her. She has a good paying job that she can't stand anymore. Been there, done that, ate the cheese doodles that came with it. I'm happy, I miss her a lot, and having her home would be fantastic... We're two of the 'Three Musketeers' that formed the core of my social circle in my university days... the third lives in London. And he's considering a move home too, but that's not gonna happen anytime soon. One at a time, we'll be together again...

On a less happy note, I haven't had a date in a few weeks. I'm bored, horny and want the satisfaction of pressing up against friendly naked flesh. Yeah, that. I meet with a few friends tonight to look over the local datable merchandise. I want to get laid. Having standards sucks, otherwise the 'friends with benefits' plan would come with all the options. Not that I don't take the occasional small options package, but I want the full meal deal. Sucka fo' luv, sucka fo' luv... everything else, no matter how enjoyable, is just fleeting... I'm sexually frustrated and miss my sexy little blue-eyed boy toy... Sigh...