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D’oh!

I was being a good little steward with my money, keeping my check book balanced, then I got lazy. I stopped putting my earnings in the bank and it was back to the big white envelope. Yesterday I got a Bank of America alert on my iPhone… I was overdrafted! Over two months of living like an adult and I blew it. I felt shame. I was doing so well that I forgot to keep up with the actions that made it that way. The overdraft amount: -$197. Wow!

So now it’s back to the basics. Day one of my awesome new Journey again. An old timer once told me that “Square One Sucks!” But it doesn’t have to suck for long… right?

It’s 5am Vegas time and I’ve had a good nights sleep. Lots to get done today including all of my laundry, cleaning the kitchen, the gym, work on my friend’s website, grocery shopping, my day job (which starts at 3pm) and hopefully an appointment tonight. I deposited all my money in the bank and have a decent balance to start with. I have to penny pinch because of some big events coming in June including a bachelor party for one of my friends from High School where I said I would pay for a table at ‘Sapphire’ for 5 people and a trip to Florida lined up in July. I also want to get back to Ohio for a few weeks sometime this summer, that will be expensive too.

So now its time to get to work. Lets see how well this day goes.

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Been a while… hasn’t it

I’ve been busy and I’ve been lazy, that is the reason why I haven’t posted in my blog for a while. I met up with someone who called me specifically because of this blog. “Finally, someone wants me for my brain…” (haha) is what I was thinking when I got there. We’re educated people too, you know.

I started this blog 3 months ago because I sucked at managing my life. I had no discipline and it was no where more obvious then with my finances where I was averaging 5 overdraft fees per month in my bank account. Since I started this blog the average number of overdrafts is 0.

My life is going well now. I feel some promise for my future. I still need good guidance and a game plan, but for now I know that I’m in a good ’starting position’ to make things happen. I am also starting a new job on Monday, which I am excited about, and I have an old friend who has moved to Vegas that I am happy to have here with me.

Wish I had more to say, but I’m drawing a blank. Don’t be afraid to call me when you’re in Vegas. Lets have lots of fun!

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South Park

We’re sorry that we’ve been quiet for such a long time!

The webmaster is about to leave to Korea for several weeks and Greg seems to have a touch of writer’s block.

Here is a little something to amuse you until we can think of something a little more pertinent to blog about.

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New Video

I have posted a new video!

I recorded it yesterday at the Blue Moon Resort.

It’s a very convenient place to take naked pictures and videos because it’s all clothing optional. Also, they’re our friends.

You can still watch the old video by looking at my profile page greg.callboylv.com

This one is the new video:

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Best.Joke.Ever

The following joke is copied from Andrew Sullivan’s blog.

My All Time Favorite Joke

by Conor Friedersdorf

A man walks into a bar.

He wears a charcoal gray suit, a charcoal hat, charcoal socks, black leather shoes, and a silver Porsche watch on the wrist of the hand that carries a rather large briefcase, which he carefully sets down before straddling a stool and addressing the bartender.

“A Knob Creek Manhattan, up,” the man says.

“Sure thing, buddy.”

As the bartender turns his back to mix the drink, the contents of the briefcase are emptied, and when he returns, serving the drink on a square napkin, he sees spread out on the shiny wooden bar top a miniature piano, a tiny piano stool to scale, and atop it a little man, 12 inches tall, playing faint music that sounds like Brahms’ Piano Concerto 2 in B flat major.

“Well I’ll be damned,” the bartender says. “Where did you get a little guy like that?” He hunches over to scrutinize the musician more closely. “Look at those long, tiny fingers!”

The man, having gulped half his drink, says nothing, but the bartender presses him, and finally he erupts. “It’s a long story,” the man says. “But it all started with this magic lamp.” At this he reaches back into the briefcase, produces in his diminutive hands a small, golden lamp, and shoves it toward the bartender, who yanks the towel from his waist and begins polishing.

POOOF!

When the smoke clears, a genie is revealed hovering in the air between the man and the bartender. “You’ve got one wish,” the genie demands. “Use it or lose it.”

The bartender stammers. “I’ll be,” he says, feeling rushed. “Well I guess I wish for… I wish for… I wish for $10 million bucks!”

POOOF!

The genie is gone.

The bar is quiet, except for the faint sound of Brahms rising from the bar top, and the bartender, regaining his composure, starts to worry.

“Hey, what about my wish,” he says. “Nothing happened.”

But that very moment, over at the open door, a fluttering is heard, and then a quack, and in waddles a duck, followed by a second duck, and a third — and soon the bar is filling with a badelynge, a bunch, a brace, a grouse, a whole flock of quacking mallards. They stream in without end.

“Now wait just a minute,” the bartender cries. “I see what’s happening here! I didn’t wish for a million ducks! I wished for a million bucks!”

The man, world weary, sighs knowingly.

“Do you think,” he said, “that I wished for a twelve inch pianist?”

This is just something funny we saw on Eric Durchholz's site

Eric Durcholz is brilliant. Here is an interview.