Confessions of a Justified Sinner

I have a dilemma. First of all I swore that I would not use this blog as a forum to bitch or whine about my life in anyway. However, a situation has arisen that I can speak to no one about. I have made the observation that in my life I seem to like the hunt. Hunting for something else searching for a new experience, trying to constantly expand and expound upon myself and my life before I need to repent. I did however think I was an adult and beyond some of the fruitless struggles and useless quests that make up youth. Unfortunately this is not the case. I found myself involved in a new challenge...a new hunt, only this time the quarry is something that belongs to someone else. I find myself with desires and yearnings for that which is not mine, and if I am a good man, will never be mine. But I am a creature of habit and therefore I find myself pursuing this thing completely heedless of the consequences, I only hope I can stop my self when we get to end game, or there will be a lot of people hurt...myself included.

Through some random events and twists of the so called lemon I have a new job. I am now a Barista at Barnes and Noble. I don't know how I feel about this. I have spent years, literally years railing against the "Starbucksing" of America. They don't want you to call the sizes big little and middle, they prefer things like Venti and Grande and Tall. Not only that, I work at Barnes and Noble which sells Starbucks Coffee, but there is also a drive through Starbucks and a normal Starbucks all within a 4 block radius of the store. But wait there's more.
One would think that because I am working in a bookstore, the clientele would be educated, this would be wrong. Last night at work I was feeling clever so I said to a patron, "I'm a male barista, does that make me a barrister?" The woman chuckled a little bit and then replied, "I think that's a little too much information." You know something lady, you're right, How dare I let the cat out of the swamp by telling the world that I'm a lawyer? I'm surprised that I didn't get sued for indecent conduct or something.
Anywho, I will continue to work this job because I need to work, I get a discount at the bookstore and sometimes it can be fun. I will keep you all posted on my adventures in the coffee trade for as long as it lasts.

I hate buying deodorant. I really do. I don't want to smell bad and I wear deodorant everyday, unfortunately when I run out of the stuff I am loathe to spend more money on it. The whole of my life (at least as much as I can remember) I have worn Sure unscented deodorant and antiperspirant. I like this stuff. If I must buy a deodorant it will be this, and the reason is that it works. Not only does it work however, it doesn't smell like anything. I don't want to smell like body odor, but nor do I wish to smell of summer rain mist or what ever the fuck they're calling flowers these days. I don't want to smell of anything. Unfortunately I recently ran out of the stuff, and as a result was forced to go back to the supermarket and purchase more. I decided that instead of going to several different stores and spending time as well as money, I would do all of my shopping at Costco. At Costco my wife and I purchased beer, wine, ground beef, a pork loin and salad, but when it came time to purchase the deodorant, I could not find the brand that I had come to trust. Heather, in her wisdom, said "just get the cheapest, it'll be fine." and I, trusting in her judgment, as always, said, "sure." So I grabbed a four pack of Gillette glide on clear gel mountain spring something or other deodorant, because it was in fact only eight dollars. The next morning, after my shower, when I put the deodorant on, I immediately knew something was different. First of all Sure deodorant looks like a bar of soap in its little plastic applicator, this stuff oozed out of pours in the top, and it smell all wrong. I wore it any way, even though I was certain that it was some form of epoxy that was going to succeed in only gluing my arms to my side. All day long I smelled it. It is not an unpleasant smell, I'm just not used to it, so I kept turning around trying to figure out where the smell was coming from, only to realize moments later, that it was me. And that is only part of the weirdness. That night when I took off my shirt, I noticed something strange. Apparently I had applied way to much of this gluey gel deodorant and it had become tacky throughout the day, making little cobweb patterns connecting my underarm to the shirt. All that aside, however, the new stuff seems to work, and anyway, until I run out I am not going to go deodorant shopping. So I guess I'm stuck with it.