Ain’t Too Proud To Beg

I was able to fix the alignment issue with the Facebook widget in the left sidebar. The solution was pretty straight forward.

I just changed the left and right margin values for the .sidebars li class in the CSS file.

Old

.sidebars li {
list-style-image: none;
margin: 0 0 15px 25px;
<?php if ($ie): ?>
margin: 10px 0 15px 20px;
<?php endif; ?>

New

.sidebars li {
list-style-image: none;
margin: 0 5px 15px 5px;
<?php if ($ie): ?>
margin: 10px 0 15px 20px;
<?php endif; ?>

I knew that would fix the the problem because the width of the Facebook widget is 200 pixels and the sidebar is 210 pixels.

But I’m boring you with stuff you already knew.

The widget can actually provide a live feed from my Facebook posts. It works fine in Firefox but IE has issues reading JavaScript.

I have no idea what I’m talking about.

So I spoke with my ex-girlfriend for the first time in over a week today. We discussed things I need to work on. I’ll write more on that in a minute.

I didn’t come away from the conversation with any false hope of getting back together. I think she is tired of my shit, which is a shame – because she’s my girl.

But maybe if we work on my shortcomings as a group, we’ll win her back. Think of this as a Narcotics Anonymous meeting, without having to sit next to a bunch of potheads.

I don’t clean up after myself
On the surface, this seems like a pretty easy fix. I just need to start picking up my shit, right?

Well, there’s a history here. Most of the history involves me doing a half-ass job of cleaning, and then leaving the rest for someone else to finish.

I can’t do anything about the past. But I understand what she’s saying.

I would love to get another chance to clean puke out of her carpet. I swear it would look like Stanley Steamer had been there.

I’m irresponsible
I’m a middle-aged man living in a basement apartment. I own three cars that could sell tomorrow for a concert ticket and a case of beer. I use too many sick days.

I get it.

Sure, I’ve been living a certain way for years. But that doesn’t mean I can’t change.

Geez…I want her to be proud of me. That makes this one the priority. She’s not perfect but she’s got her shit together. It’s time I do the same.

I’m immature
Am not.

This is a toughie. I like movies like Dumb and Dumber. I laugh at farts. I like waking her up with a mushroom stamp to the forehead.

I don’t see this changing a lot. I mean, maybe I could tone it down a bit – watch more movies like The Notebook – no more dutch ovens – make sure she’s awake before smacking her in the head with my man member.

That would be a start.

That’s all I’ve got tonight. Thanks for listening.

I know you wanna leave me, but I refuse to let you go. If I have to beg, plead for sympathy. I don’t mind, ’cause it means that much to me.