Tailgaters: Life in the fastlane

Lately I've been complaining about people who drive to fucking slow in the fast lane. So I'll tailgate them a bit with my headlights on just so they recognize me on the road and move the fuck out of my way. I might even swerve left and right to motion them to move.

Today, karma caught up to me and as soon as another lane opened up on the 15 south (right at the 163 split), I took my opportunity to pass these slow bastards and next thing I know a bike cop fucking pulls next to me and points to the shoulder.

All I could do was sigh. I knew I was guilty and my best bet was to try to talk my way out of it. Cop just asked for license, insurance and registration. I wasn't even able to pull out my nine and blast this sonuvabitch. LOL. I made that up.

Anyways, he didn't even let me tell my side of the story, just gave my ticket and left. Sigh. So now I gotta pay for this ticket and my student loan this week. (By the way, I haven't had a speeding ticket in about 7 1/2 years) I hate having to resort to my savings account. Double sigh.

Wait, it's time for an Amazon.com link: Best external hard drive casing from Macally!

Beautiful Blood

Over the weekend, I donated blood to the San Diego Blood Bank in Escondido. I have a total of four pints donated which accumulates to half a gallon. I don't know the exact amount of people I save each time I donate blood, but I heard it's something like 3 people are saved per donation.

So altogether I've helped saved 12 people live. Now that makes me feel good. As blood was flowing through a side vein, the lady told me that I have "Beautiful blood." I thought to myself that blood is blood.

However she told me that the average blood color is like a Merlot-ish color and my blood was highly oxygenated and gave out a pure red color. Maybe next time I donate blood I'll take a picture of my blood to show it on the web. Please don't try to cut me just to see what color my blood is.

Anyways, after about seven minutes to fill up the bag I was treated to a couple cups of orange juice and received "Do it for the donut" t-shirt and received my VIP donor shirt. w00t!!1

They told me not to do any physical activity for 24 hours. The next day I tried to play basketball against Nan. That wasn't good. I felt dizzy and very light-headed after the game. I pretty much felt like passing out!

Then Nan asks me if I want to jog. I told her "No." as I made my way to living room. I crashed on the couch and Nan went to the rescue and gave me a glass of some yummy-in-my-tummy pin-apple juice.

I felt much better as started to drink more juice and some leftover ramen. Thanks, Nan! I heart you!

Nancy

I thought I'd let you guys know about the one who drives me crazy… and that person is Nancy. I know that sounds funny at first, but I mean that in a good way. It's not the drive-me-up-the-wall crazy, but in a I'll-go-crazy-without-her crazy. :)

The past two weeks Nan went to Philippines on vacation to attend her brother’s wedding. I haven't heard from her in such a long time. I've missed her so much.

Jack Johnson sang a song with Zach Gill called, “Girl I wanna lay you down.” In the song Zach says, “When I touch you, my heart begins to flutter. ‘Cause you’re smooth and creamy… like peanut butter!” There are so many things that remind of Nancy. I’m going crazy just thinking about her! I miss her like crazy! Crazy I tell you!

I miss her touch. I miss putting my arm around her. I miss covering her armpit when she raises her arm. I miss her immediate giggles as it puts her in a ticklish mood.

I miss working out with her even though I hate working out. I miss ignoring her calls when I'm busy at work. I miss her telling me how much she misses taking Amity and Marvin to the movies and dinner.

I miss dinners at Panda Inn, California Pizza Kitchen, Tofu House, Bolsaa and the Olive Garden. I miss picking up some Egg Foo Young from Rising Dragon (could be wrong with the name of the restaurant) and stopping by Nan’s for a bite to eat.

I miss cuddling next to her on the couch and watching Monday Night Football while sharing a couple boba drinks. I miss walking around the malls even though we know we’re not going to buy anything.

I miss hooking up Nan with all kinds of Chargers gear. I miss her analysis of the Chargers’ game when I’m driving back to the office. I miss talking to Nancy about the Chargers and how much she likes McCardell (he's my fave cause he's my first live interview) and how much she can’t stand LT running up the middle. Come to think of it, if I see LT run up the middle too, I'll puke.

I miss experiencing things with Nan. I can’t wait ‘til she gets back. I don’t have anything planned, but I know we can easily get back into that groove again. What makes Nancy so special to me is that when we first met, we practically had nothing in common.

However, we both shared a passion of experiencing new things together. In the beginning, she was my key to a whole new world I thought I’d never experience. Now, she is my whole world. I absolutely love spending time with her.

I guess that’s why “Better Together” by Jack Johnson is my favorite song in the whole wide world! I've been listening to a lot of slow jams and love songs lately. I wonder why. *wink wink*

Some of the songs I'm jamming to are: "Stay with me" by Ne-Yo, "On the way down (acoustic version)" by Ryan Cabrera, "Serious" by Gwen Stefani, "More than words" by Devotion, and "Stickwitu" by the Pussycat Dolls.

You see, Nancy’s my inspiration on working hard, the reason why I’m living today and she’s the very essence to my happiness.

I love you, Nancy!

Note to myself: I should’ve saved this for Valentine’s Day.

Photoshop woes

OmG, I was going sooooo crazy just wondering why the hell my Photoshop wouldn't load after startup. Crazy I tell you! Welp, I found how to fix it.

Step 1. Hold down the Alt + Ctrl + SHIFT (more commonly mistaken as Ctrl + Alt + DELETE) keys as you click on the icon to open Photoshop. When asked if you want to delete the settings file, say yes.

Step 2. Reset the preferences.

Step 3. Close Photoshop and let the file regenerate.

Voila, you're saved from Photoshop woes!