Crickets
Glad the weekend is here, but for it to be half over already is kinda lame. Because I do business-to-business work, though, I'm pretty sure next week is gonna feel like a vacation. The 4th of July falls on this coming Wednesday. Very good odds that our partners are gonna take at least two additional work days off. Should do wonders for our quarterly numbers, too. :p

I was hoping to be hanging out with a bunch of different people this weekend, but little did I know that my cell phone was shut off. Mother forgot to pay the bill. I just noticed tonight that things weren't working the way they should have been. Made me wonder why everything was quiet. Oh well. I guess I could use a couple quiet nights. I was really hoping to binge at least once, though.

Though I was hoping to do lunch with a friend I haven't seen in ages today, I ended up instead playing in the woods from Hillsboro to Concord. It took me absolutely no time to find about nine or ten caches today, including the long hike to my cache. I didn't like it. I didn't really try for numbers, either. Caching in Concord feels "dirty" to me now, because there are just way too many in the area now. And most of them suck. Though I'm trying to get to 500 lifetime as soon as possible, I feel like I'm cheating whenever I go to Concord. It's not a fun place for me to cache anymore.

They had three checks waiting for me at my place of former employment. I wasn't sure I'd get paid my vacation time -- there's some sort of rule where you lose it all after you drop from full-time to part-time after a year -- but I still was cut a check for 52 hours worth of vacation. :) That's tight. I'm ecstatic. That can buy me a lot of hand jobs and cocaine, for sure.

I got my Palm Pilot. I haven't fiddled with it much, but I'm looking forward to the possibilities.

Disc golf with Mitchell early tomorrow morning. Can't wait. I've been wanting to fling those frisbees around for a long time. Here's to hoping we unlock the secret to making those fuckers fly straight! Max Jerome's coin #2 - Oh Canada

Owner: Max Jerome
Released: Sunday, August 20, 2006
Origin: New Hampshire, United States

Current Goal: I would like to go through Canada, Louisiana, New England, and wherever French is spoken! I'd also like to visit hockey arenas and maple syrup-making places. Might sound stereotypical, but hey, that's the Canuck blood in me, eh! ;)

Mileage: 2797.3 miles

Recently Spotted: Outside of the Shark Tank!

Nice to see that it hasn't been stolen. Apparently, it visited the Shark Tank a month ago and I never noticed. It's still there, too.

I made another cache and hid it today after work. I bought a geocoin that looks like a Monopoly board and threw it in there. I'm hoping it will tour the country in a clockwise fashion, as if the United States was like a Monopoly board itself. We'll see how well that works out. Tuesday Funnies

The Stuttering Cat

A teacher was explaining biology to her 4th grade students.

"Human beings are the only animals that can stutter," she said.

A little girl raises her hand. "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered," she volunteered.

The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.

"Well," she began, "I was in the back yard with my kitty and the rottweiler who lives next door got a running start and before we knew it, he jumped
over the fence into our yard!"

That must've been scary," said the teacher.

"It sure was," said the little girl. "My kitty went 'fffff, fffff, fffff'...

And before he could say 'fuck,' the rottweiler ate him!"

C.R.E.A.M.
That's an old Wu-Tang reference, for those of you not in the know. Quite representative of my current going-ons. Anyway...

Is it bad that I'm already planning my geocaching route for the weekend when it's only Monday?

I figure I'm gonna head home Saturday, as Mommy misses me, and I might as well head to my old job to see if they have any paychecks waiting for me. Since I've been outta there for almost a month, I'd like to think they'd mail them to me by now. I guess I could call and find out. But who cares, I'll probably be in the area hitting up some unfound caches and checking up on my own cache I hid in town.

I bought a Palm Handspring Visor yesterday off of eBay. Hopefully, it will deliver by the time I get to Mother's. Cost me less than $25 with shipping, and comes with all sorts of crap. I got it mainly for the purpose of doing some paperless geocaching. There are programs out there that can pull everything I wanna know about every cache within a set radius and display it on a handheld conduit like a PDA. This will save me an ass load of time when I do my numbers runs.

In other news, I didn't get the one open position I applied for not too long ago. However, more of the same position will be opening up soon. They are conducting more interviews, and I'm "on file." Interestingly enough, that doesn't happen to be code for "no chance in hell" like at most other companies. So we'll see, I guess.

I'm still waiting to exercise my stock options. I need to transfer money from my bank account to the online portfolio I had to create, but I'm still waiting for my bank account to be verified. I'm getting anxious, too. According to my paperwork, I lose the ability to exercise my options after 30 days of my termination. I need my shit verified, transfered over, and then exercised by June 27. I'm not convinced that's gonna happen in time. :(

I'm hiding another cache within the week. It's significantly less involved than my other one, but will be somewhat challenging nonetheless. Just about ready to go now. Need to apply a couple finishing touches and brave the 95-degree heat we have coming. Ick. So small...
Did a little hiking today. What a shock, huh?

I went to a place just south of Keene called Rhododendron State Park. There's a trail there that leads to Little Monadnock Mountain and to a view of Mount Monadnock. Of course, there was a geocache hiding on the summit, which is the only real reason I came in the first place. :)

I didn't really know what a rhododendron looks like, but judging by the number of plants I saw on my way to the beginning of the summit trail, this area is gonna be off-the-hook gorgeous once they bloom in mid-July. I'll probably come back around then. You know, to illegally pick some flowers for all the ladies out there.

Anyhoo, it was a decent hike. Quick geocache find. Nice view at the vista. Can't really complain.

Picture time?

* The summit sign, accessorized with a lovely eTrex Legend GPS and water-filled backpack at its base. Perfect for all of your hiking needs!
* The view south of the summit is really nonexistent.
* The summit's benchmark with a sexy silhouette of Yours Truly.
* The vista sign. Very exciting.
* Mount Monadnock. I was there not too long ago.
* Mount Monadnock again, but closer up. All too easy
69 caches so far in June. 80 in the last 30 days. Wicked hard!

For the third weekend in a row, I somehow manage to shatter my geocaching finds in a day record. It used to be 12 for the longest time. It went to 16 from the tournament. Last week, I got 19. Today, I got 22 effortlessly. That's almost as many as I got in two days of tournament play (23), and I could easily top that if I felt like it. I was done by 3 PM today. Plenty of leftover time.

I decided to raid southern Nashua, a place that has a hair over 24 caches. I had the coordinates for 24 of them, anyway. Two of them could not be legitimately found, but the other 22 took little or no work despite the number of people that were out walking or biking on this incredibly beautiful day.

I also ran into another geocacher. He actually introduced himself by his real name first, and his handle second. That was nice. I don't like it when people simply want me to call them by their handle. Anyway, I came across him during one leg of my tour looking for a cache near the parking area. I saw the GPS in his hand, so I flashed mine. It's a sign I like to give that means, "Hey, it's cool, I'm in the club, too." Anyway, we tried to find that cache together and came up empty (one of my two DNF's). Then, he and I tackled the other three in the area. Apparently, he had a similar itinerary as me.

It was nice to have company. Sometimes, you end up in areas where it's hard to get a decent signal with your GPS, like one that keeps jumping from 30 feet away from "Ground Zero" to 200 feet in the opposite direction. Those suck. In fact, the next cache we attempted together was like that. It makes it a lot easier to find a cache of that sort when you have more than one set of eyes looking for tupperware.

After those four caches, we parted ways only to later meet up at another cache. He and his woman went looking for it for maybe 10-15 minutes. I found it in about ten seconds flat. That is what we in the industry refer to as, "reeking of 1337 sauce." I got some skills. Heh.

I'd like to do some more caching tomorrow, but it's unclear as to where I'm gonna go. I think I'm leaning more towards some summit hikes instead of a numbers run. I guess it depends what time I wake up tomorrow, as my current plans dictate that I'm playing pool with a lady friend while consuming excessive amounts of alcohol. Whee! It's good to be within walking distance to all the bars. :) Crazy silly fresh DJ
It probably should be noted that six years ago today, I found my first geocache.
Some pictures were taken.

It should also be noted that last year on this day, I found my 100th geocache.
Some pictures were taken.

Today, I'm sitting pretty at 401.
No pictures were taken. 401 isn't exactly "special."

Fuck, I've been busy. :) Tuesday Funnies

A doctor in Newfoundland wanted to get off work and go hunting, so he approaches his assistant.

"Garge, I am going hunting tomorrow and I don't want to close the clinic. I want you to take care of the clinic and take care of all of our patients."

"Yes, Sir!" answers Garge.

The doctor goes hunting and returns the following day and asks, "So, Garge, how was your day?"

Garge told him that he took care of three patients. "The first one had a headache, so I gave him Tylenol."

"Bravo Mate, and the second one?" asks the doctor.

"The second one had stomach burning and I gave him Maalox, Sir," says Garge.

"Bravo, bravo! You're good at this! And what about the third one?" asks the doctor.

"Sir, I was sitting here and suddenly the door opens and a woman enters. Like a flame, she undresses herself, taking off everything including her bra and her panties and lies down on the table, spreading her legs. She said, 'Help me, I haven't seen a man for five years.'"

"And what did you do, Garge?" asks the doctor.

"I put drops in her eyes."

Mother sends me silly stuff. In a nutshell
Friday: Four of us hit the driving range at lunch time. I did very well, typically hitting it 100-150 yards out down the middle or to the left a bit. The ball still doesn't soar through the air as much as I'd like it to, but at least I figured out why I couldn't get the damn thing airborne: I need taller tees. At the driving range, they use these tall rubber things as tees, and mine was taller than most. With that particular tee, I could make some shit happen. Brimming with confidence, me and another guy went back to the range after work, and then I sucked like I always do. I didn't have the same rubber tee, and there was this small lump before the tee that forced me to top most of the balls I hit. Sigh.

Saturday: As mentioned before, I hiked a lot. My face is red. I need to invest in some more sunblock and perhaps some Noxema or something, too.

Sunday: FTF'ed a couple new caches in Keene early in the morning, putting me over the 400-mark. Then, I expected to do some geocaching around Keene with a buddy that expressed interest in that activity only to not have my phone call or text message responded to. Ass. So I sat around and did nothing most of the day. Eventually, I did some geocaching alone in Pisgah, but I came up empty on one cache before it started raining hard, forcing me back indoors. Bah.

I ended up just calling my father around dinner time for Father's Day. Kinda weak, but I guess to be expected. Somehow, we were able to stretch out what could have been a one-minute call into seven minutes. Impressive.

Monday: A week ago, I applied for another job at the company I currently work for. A buyer position. Similar to what I'm doing now, but they care more about maintaining service levels (keeping product in stock) and excess issues, whereas I currently focus on making as much money for the company as possible. The tasks are similar. On a per hour basis, I'll be making a hair less, but I'll be bringing in a bigger paycheck each week because of the hours they work. My current department is a dead end, and this other department has a lot of potential to move on up the corporate ladder. Anyhoo, I had some interviews today. First one sucked as I was a nervous, stammering fool. The second interview I felt went great. So we'll see how that works out for me in the end.

Tuesday: Though Tuesday isn't here yet, I suspect I'll do some laundry and cough up nearly $5,000 to exercise my stock options. Goodbye, bank account. :p On the plus side, I could cash them all in for about $7,000. But I think the stock can do better, so I'll sit on it for a while. And I also gotta figure out what the hell to do with it all. I think a good chunk is gonna go straight into a retirement fund. Or pussy and beer. We'll see. ;) So close...

Found It! June 16 by Max Jerome (399 found)
This was quite the hike. There are many (interpretive) trails here, making it very easy to get lost. I'm not entirely sure there's a trail for the final .1 miles; I bushwhacked the remainder.

The cache survived the winter, and it's in good condition. [Took nothing. Left nothing. Signed log.]

It was thundering a lot on my way up to the cache. When I reached the cache, I expect it to pour. It wasn't until I was back at my car that the rain started coming down.

I was questing for getting #400 today, and this was #399. Unfortunately, the downpours have forced me to end my caching day with this cache. :-/ Hope to be back soon for the others nearby. [Thanks for the cache!]

Had to end earlier than I would have hoped, as Mother Nature or God or perhaps Storm from The X-Men decided to rain on my parade. At least whoever's responsible gave me enough decency to at least wait until I was back at my car.

But at least I broke my single day total of 16 (last Saturday) with 19 today! Whee! Day 3
So I'm heading back to Massachusetts tomorrow to take care of what was started last weekend. Because I didn't stay for the entire duration, nor did I spend the night at the camp for the opportunity to do some night caching, there are a ton of caches I missed out during the tournament. I plotted a course that will net me 27 finds if I have succeed at each one. Most of them are tournament caches, too. We'll see how well that works out. Lots of driving. Ends with a couple decent hikes.

What's funny is there will still be about a dozen caches from the tournament I have yet to make an effort to find. Maybe next weekend. The sooner I take the pressure off me to find #500, the better. :)

I do feel a little dirty, though, as I was only able to log 20 of my 23 finds online thus far. Since we were told that all caches placed for the event would count to our online totals, I had to pretend to have logged three other caches. Three tournament caches that either went missing or I could not find. Caches I don't intend to seek out ever again. I'm using them as "placeholder" finds. It's bullshit that not all caches are online yet because I can't log some of my FTF's. They've had nearly a week to have everything online. Should those caches ever go public, I'll delete a placeholder and log the real thing. Until then, fuck it.

Sean gave up on his goal to surpass my cache total this year. He has 37 lifetime. Kinda hard to beat me, Stupid, if you only find one a week! :) Hey, it's Father's Day weekend.
What to do, what to do...

Honestly, I'm not sure. I don't share much in common with my father, and we're both quiet people, so any conversations I have with my old man is typically over within 15 seconds. There's no bad blood or anything. It's just the way it is.

If I see my father, my sister (and possibly her husband and/or kid) is there, too. Being a social butterfly, she often says all of the "ice breakers" and kinda dictates the direction conversations take. But alas, she's not gonna be able to see him this weekend. So now I feel like I'm in a quandary. I could visit him Sunday, maybe go out for lunch or something. Or I could just call him. The latter is an easy cop-out, though there is a chance I'll be legitimately busy. But at the same time, it feels a little silly that I'm putting something else before hanging out with family. And should I go to see him, I can't honestly see us having a good time. It won't be a horrible time, either, but I'd feel more like wanting to get it over with and go about my business. But trying to bail early might not work, either, as I never see fellow, he'd probably want a longer visit. So I almost dread it or something, despite not having any bad blood. Does that make any sense? It almost would be feel like a blind date, which don't work well with me at all.

I really have no idea what to do. Kinda late to send a card. Tuesday Funnies

Subject: Understand English...

I had a bunch of Canadian dollars I needed to exchange, so I went to the currency exchange window at the local bank. Short line. Just one lady in front of me... an Asian lady who was trying to exchange yen for dollars and she was a little irritated...

She asked the teller, "Why it change? Yesterday, I get two hunat dolla fo yen. Today I get hunat eighty? Why it change?"

The teller shrugged his shoulders and said, "Fluctuations."

The Asian lady says, "Fluc you white people, too."

Search strings
I haven't done this in a while, but I figure I'd take a look at what search strings people are typing to get to my farce of a site. Some people's names other than my own pop up somewhat frequently. People I know, that is. Not sure why in some cases.

The most popular searches still pertain to ankles and feet. Who knew that my only debilitating accident in life would be the main draw? Though I'm sure they're looking for information as opposed to sexy pictures of my sprained ankle from last year. At least I would like to think that.

Anyhoo, figure this shit out:

* manly poems or quotes of dissapointment
* scrolling problem espn
* fuck the pain away
* competency demostration report
* brattleboro armpits
* direction how to get athol mass to play disc golf (here you go!)
* frosties spoke reflectors
* gay sex advices vasoline dung -comic (wtf?)

I don't know where "fuck the pain away" comes from, but I may start using that as a slogan for something. Too funny. "Team Sizzle Chest" would have been an awesome name, too.
Eh, I don't have much to say today. I pretty much touched all of the bases last night.

With some help from Google Maps, I plotted a course from Greenfield to Turner Falls and back up into Northfield, MA. 15 caches were on that route, and I found eight of them. Of the seven I missed or skipped over, some were because they went missing some time during the day before. Others were bitch-ass micros that I didn't really care to spend much time on. There was an instance where five of us would be looking for the same damn film canister, and we still came up empty. Whatever. Urban micros can go to hell. I really don't like them. Oh, I also had to skip some caches because even with some mapping help, I still didn't have a clear idea as to where to park, so I had to give up on them before I even started.

It also turns out that I enjoy helping newbies. On my last cache of the day, I watched three people stare at their GPS (rental?) units circling around like the noobs they are. Once I found the cache and re-hid it, I'd find those people and give them an idea as to where it was. They seemed to have liked that. They also asked questions about some other caches in the area, and I was able to tell them where to park and where to look and whatnot. And from the sound of it, some of them might have caught the fever, too. :) Though finding tupperware in the woods with a GPS sounds gay, you don't realize how fun it can be until you actually go out and do it.

I was done by noon, but teams have until 3 PM today to report back to camp with their scorecards. With that extra time, I'm sure I could have tried to do some caches I missed or skipped over earlier, or perhaps press my luck hunting in another town, but I think finding 23 caches in two days in territory I'm unfamiliar with is good enough for me. Awards and stuff weren't going to be given out until 4:30, so I just headed back to Keene and called it a day. I didn't want to be bored for a few hours just to learn that I won a mug or something. I don't even know what the grand prize is. I did score six pins, one per FTF, though. Unfortunately, they're event labeled pins. I can't really use them as trade bait or as FTF prizes in any future caches I place. Anyway, I'm not sure if me leaving early means I can't win any prizes. Not that it matters. I came to cache. Simple as that.

I'll head back next weekend to pick up what caches I didn't bother with. There are a lot of non-event caches near some of them, so I might as well save some gas and tackle them all at the same time. #400 by next weekend is not completely unfeasible. Just because I haven't found 20 caches in one day before doesn't meant I can't. :)

I can't log my tournament finds until tomorrow. So I really have 380 right now. Wicked.

I overestimated how many I would find this weekend. If I'm to find #500 before the next tournament on August 18 (10 weeks from now), I'm gonna have to bust some balls. I really just don't want my 500th cache to happen at that tournament and for that milestone to be just from another run-of-the-mill cache. #250 was pretty epic. #500 should be, too. More 1337 sauce
I got my floor speakers on Thursday. Can't wait 'til I get to use them. "The Highlander was a documentary, and the events were filmed in real time!"
Today was the day of the tournament. Myself and approximately 50 other people gathered together for several bracket-style rounds of combat, where the loser would be beheaded and the victor would get the Quickening, making him or her stronger. It was a blood bath, but it looks like I will make it for Day 2 of the event. There can be only one, Highlander!

Actually, this was the first day of the geocaching tournament I mentioned before. Actually, it's still going on, in fact. I decided to tap out two hours early because my feet were hurting. But I'm getting way ahead of myself here.

I showed up at the designated staging area, registered, and then kinda hung around for an hour waiting for the festivities to begin. I was also kinda looking for a team I could join, since I didn't really want to try and find 50 caches by myself. Though I did recognize a few faces, I didn't start any conversations with anyone. In the end, I was my own team. Sigh.

When the time came, all teams were given a booklet of all cache coordinates, and some parking coordinates where applicable. The size of each cache was mentioned and what town it was in. That was it. We were given a fold-out map of Greenfield, MA and the surrounding towns, but I knew I was in fucking trouble if this was the only information I had. I need my Google Earth! I need to know what streets I should be looking for! Hell, I needed a map that had more than just the popular roads on them! I don't know Western Mass for shit, and I felt I was going to get owned pretty hard and just end up being frustrated and leaving. Hence one of the reasons I wanted to be part of a multi-person team: I'm sure most of the geocachers there were either locals or knew the area pretty well. I know little.

I wasn't expecting the 50 caches to be strewn about over approximately eight or nine towns. The last tournament the hosts held had almost all of its caches confined to one (giant) state forest, so you didn't really have to drive around. You just had to hike a lot. I thought this tournament would have been the same, but alas, such is not the case.

Right off the bat, I got owned when I made a wrong turn exiting the staging area. Ended up having to pull a U-turn further up the road. I was also thinking initially of hitting the most out-of-the-way caches first, but after missing the road I had to take to get to those towns, I ended up visiting a somewhat familiar area in Deerfield. I cached there like a month ago. At least I was banging on a couple cylinders.

I was unhappy that the first cache I sought out was a micro. In the woods. Nothing facilitates my aggression like those pieces of trash. I had to wait out a muggle near the trail I was on, and despite a bouncy signal, I was able to get it. First to Find, no less.

Once I emptied out most of Deerfield (I couldn't do one because there was some sort of muggle convention 20 feet away), I tried my luck at a couple caches in Erving. I didn't know where the fuck I was going, so I gave up quickly on those and went to Northfield Mountain. Though I just stopped there to get my bearings, it turned out that nine caches were hidden there. Those kept me busy the rest of the day. There were two others in Northfield, but I couldn't figure out how to get to one of them and there was a wedding reception within feet of the other. Seriously.

Long story short, I found 15 caches. 16 if you wanna count the "event cache." That breaks my record of 12 in a day, which I hit twice. I also got six FTF's! Ownage! I'm not entirely sure where I'm gonna hunt tomorrow, but since I have the coordinates on me and access to the internet again, I can get a much better idea as to where the hell to go and maximize my time.

Each cache is worth a certain number of points. At the end of the tournament, they give prizes to the teams that found the most caches and who got the most points. There are also bonus points for FTF's. And, check this, there's a separate category for one-person teams. I don't know how many people are doing this solo, but I wouldn't be too surprised if I'm currently in first place on both accounts. I tore shit up today.

For those wondering about the crowd, I'd say the male-female ratio was about 60/40. Just about everyone looked older than me, and maybe 90% were at least 35 or older. There were some kids participating with their parents, but I'm not counting them.

A lot of the team names are geocaching-related or just play off of their online handles. Me? I didn't have a team name, and thus they used my last name. Team Grondin. Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. But as I was hiking (and swearing and using several ethnic slurs, just because I can), I thought of some very cool team names I would have liked to use. I'm sure most of them wouldn't fly because of the G-rated nature of this hobby, but it still would have been cool to be known as:

* Team Noggle
* Team Wicked Hardness
* Team Ain't Scared
* Team One Man Gang
* Team Unconsentual Reach-Around
* Team Do It In the Butt No Babies
* Team J-Rizzle Fo Shizzle Nizzle
* Team Infinite Fucking Epicness
* Team lolThompson
* Team 1337 Sauce
* Team Grouping Is For Queers
* Team Shit, Blood, and Cum
* Team Epitome of All That Is Man

A lot of those names are fucking awesome, much like myself. The more of these references you understand, the closer you are to being as awesome as me.

Oh, it appears that some geocachers I ran into during my hunt today read (or have read) my website. I'm not sure if I should be bothered by this or not, because I don't exactly talk all nicey nice and I use racy words like "shenanigans." I wounder if I should tag it as NSFW in my geocaching profile. Whatever.

Anyhoo, I need to shower. I perspired a ton, and I'm dripping with 1337 sauce and totally reeking of awesomeness.

I really wanna know how I rank, even though I left two hours before today's deadline. Tuesday Funnies

Girls of age

What is the difference between girls aged 8, 18, 28, 38, 48, 58, and 68?

At 8 - You take her to bed and tell her a story.

At 18 - You tell her a story and take her to bed.

At 28 - You don't need to tell her a story to take her to bed.

At 38 - She tells you a story and takes you to bed.

At 48 - You tell her a story to avoid going to bed.

At 58 - You stay in bed to avoid her story.

At 68 - If you take her to bed, that'll be a story!

It's almost noon time...
... and I haven't had pants on for 14 hours.

Such is the beauty of having Sundays off.

:D Not so barren anymore.
I decided to make a list of shit in my cubicle that isn't work related. Well, some of it is work related, but for the most part, I've somehow managed to acquire an ass load of stuff that really has no business at or in my desk.

On my desk:

Bathroom paper towels
An empty Nestle Pure Life water bottle I fill up each day
The tear-away golf calendar my sister got me for my birthday
The oldest Swingline stapler ever
A homemade basket filled with Reese's mini peanut butter cups (yum)
A three-hole puncher that I have no need for
A small fan (five bucks at Target)
My betta fish, which I'm training to be the fiercest pit fighter of all time
A lint roller
Fish food
A tissue box
A gallon of water (for when it's time to clean the fish)

On the top of the cubicle walls:

Three different types of tea (Echinacea, green, and "detox")
Some sort of cough drops
Two similar-looking plants

In my desk drawers:

Lip balm
A Band-Aid
A squirt gun
DayQuil
Fingerless biking gloves (I need the right-handed one when playing frisbee or I'll bleed)
Fish plants
A fish "transfer bowl"
All sorts of free candy I scored and subsequently pack ratted
A Full Throttle energy drink that I'll never consume
A cup of ramen
A wooden puzzle
An old issue of Maxim Sean gave me 'cause he got a newer one
A fleece pullover
Three unopened tissue boxes (do I really need this many?)
A dress shirt Sean gave me that I'll never wear
A plush dog that plays Who Let the Dogs Out? when squeezed (wtf?)
Two frisbees (would be three but one is lost in the field)
Pistachios
A phone book

My fish rocks. I think I've trained him to the point where he's now easily distressed, though. Maybe even traumatized. But he's very aggressive! There are a lot of betta fish at work, and should the day come that they all get tossed into the same vase, I wanna make sure mine is the one that will come out alive. :)