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Wednesday, March 30th, 2005
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8:36 am - HERE YE! HERE YE!
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| Thursday, March 17th, 2005
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6:49 am - Zombie chow? Not I.
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Official Survivor
Congratulations! You scored 78%! |
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My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 77% on survivalpoints |
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6:07 am - Somebody help settle a bet
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Happy St. Patty's day to aaaall me micks n' spics out thar!...
A difference of opinion incited by a recent death in the building1.. Mom, bless her heart, insists that if a dog, or any quadruped pet, is left locked up with their owner's corpse for a long time, that he or she would become hungry enough to devour their once living, breathing master. I say that ain't gonna happen, no matter how long the dog, cat, parakeet, or whatever, has been left with a rotting meat bag.
My cough has finally, completely and totally left. It was keeping me up the past two mornings and it's about time it's gone for good.
The so called tech support staff, lazy Wayne, at work finally got around to getting my email for Quest Diagnostics's interanet up and running. This makes me and official bureaucratic peon. oooh joy! *sniff*
1. See the first of March 16th's entries.
current mood:  relieved
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| Wednesday, March 16th, 2005
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6:39 am - Apparently Ashley, who unfriended me, is a bitter queen. hmm?
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6:28 am - HOLY SHIT!!!
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Mom just told me that this old guy from our building died like five days ago and they found his body yesterday afternoon. He wasn't even that old. In his mid to late fifties. Apparently he didn't show up to work Friday or Monday or Tuesday. When the folks at American Airlines, where he worked, tried calling his flat, no one answered. So they called the pig, err, cops and they went to his place to have a look-see. And there he was, dead as a doorknob. He's survived by this really adorable dog, who's probably gonna end up in a pound or something. Hope they find him a good home. Poor doggie.
current mood: shocked
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| Tuesday, March 15th, 2005
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9:36 am - Kill your friends, guilt free!
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While under the incapacitating dominion of my aliment this past week, and thus being bored out of my goddamn mind, I discovered the wonderful world of frags. Frags being the ultra dorky term computer dorks use to identify a kill in a first person shooter. When the original Unreal was released back in '98, I was just getting back into videogames after a three year absence. Said absence was a result of my, at the time, broke ass not being able to afford the over priced cartages of the the Nintendo era. I wasn't at all impressed with what the ads and screenshots for Unreal were presenting. It looked to be little more than another Doom rip off that featured green monsters instead of pink ones. Anyhoo, I never would have dreamed that seven years later I'd find myself enthralled by it's third online incarnation. Who would've thought that blowing away hoard after hoard of men and women with some wicked artillery would be so satisfying. Simply put, this shit fun! I can't wait to play this thing online once we get a broadband connection.
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9:04 am
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My income tax refund came.
My cough left.
Things are well.
Look, more polygonal puppies!
current mood:  sleepy
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| Sunday, March 13th, 2005
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10:45 pm - Cough. Hack. Woof.
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Gary Busey and Robert Wagner are no Troy McClures. Indeed they're not...
"The Simpsons" keeps on getting not-funnier by the episode.
We were supposed to go to the monthly fetish party last night, but alas, I was sick. Bedridden sick. That's right, down for the count. Flat on my ass down; along with my chance to put the sensual moves on Carolin. Stupid microbes. Next week for sure. Really...
On the plus side, I am feeling better. Not well, but better. Sure am.
Tomagotchi? DigiPet? "Nintendogs" does one better...
That's right! Soon you too will be able to raise your own polygonal pups!
Still... Can't... Shake... Cough... Just keep from coughing, otherwise it'll just make you cough more.
current mood: rejuvenated
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| Tuesday, March 1st, 2005
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8:34 am - Group shot...
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8:13 am - We made the cut!
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| Monday, February 21st, 2005
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2:10 am - Full Metal Fowl
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"My God! It's like there's an orgy in my mouth!"
-Stewie's thoughts on Fig Newtons
"My God! This better than sex!"
-Stewie's thoughts on pancakes
Adult Swim premiered Seth Green's "Robot Chicken" tonight. It blew... hard. The only funny gags were Tarzan knocking the monkey into some trees and the little kid getting body checked against a urinal. Here I was getting ready to ROFLMAO only to be treated to a bunch of humorless pop culture references. The other Seth, the McFarlane, wrote better shit on "Family Guy's" worst episode. And I don't even consider myself a "Family Guy" fan. A.S. honchos need to fire Green's ass and call up the guys who write "Twisted Toyfare Theater" and have them bat out something funny out their asses. Seth, the Green one, needs to stick with what he does best... NOT writing.
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1:50 am - ***FETISH PARTY!!!***
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1:16 am - Sweet Clementine
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 | You scored as Artistic. Congratulations, you scored Artistic. You're looking for the unique movie in the bunch. You've probably watched a lot of movies that nobody has ever heard of, and good for you. You also know good filmmaking when you see it. You just get it, no questions asked. Check out: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Amelie, Garden State, Lost in Translation.
Artistic | | 100% | Mindfuck | | 80% | Drama/Suspense | | 60% | Sci-Fi/Fantasy | | 40% | Sadistic Humour | | 35% | Romantic Comedy | | 20% | Mindless Action Flick | | 0% | </td>
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1:03 am - Breaking the silence with tragedy...
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| Saturday, January 22nd, 2005
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7:52 am - Good Times
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Tonight I'll be dining and clubbing with a lingerie model, a fashion designer and a certified M.I.L.F. and an assortment of various other bohemians and sexpots. Can you say ORGY?!... Pictures tomorrow.
current mood: excited
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| Tuesday, January 18th, 2005
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11:02 am - Leader of the pack
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me: I got it.
Gloria: Good! Now I don't have to pick up anymore papers.
-Monday January 17th, 2005 10:14 P.M.-
The it1. referenced above is none other than the group leader position I applied and interviewed for last month. Yesterday I was offered the position and said yes. Not right away, of course. I waited till after lunch to give 'the brass the affirmative. Just to make them sweat a little...
The night got off a pretty lousy start, not that I was feeling any less disgruntled over the whole Veronica debacle, and I'm still not cause my heart is still breaking. Since I lost my badge Saturday night, I had to sign in at the security station. But this asshole security guard makes me sign twice cause, so he says, he can't make out what I wrote down. Never mind the fact that I have immaculate handwriting and some of the most legible penmanship this side of the health service field. Already in a pissy mood, I cussed the son of a bitch out, "Fucking asshole," just loud enough so that it appeared I was talking to myself, but still audible to anyone within earshot, including him. Should have said, "Well, if you never learned to read, that's hardly my fault," and walked away without scribbling down another Goddamn thing. I'll have to complain to H.R. on Wednesday when I go in there to get a replacement badge...
Ah, fuck it! This weekend I'm going out with Emilie and company and having a real good time.
1. Look under "Opportunities out the ass."
current mood:  frustrated
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| Monday, January 17th, 2005
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8:35 am - No relief for the bleeding heart
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"You once asked me, quite cruelly, what I have to offer a woman like that...."
-me
"Misato, how can you be so cruel?"
-Shinji Ikari
"Self-improvement is masturbation. Self-destruction is the answer."
-Tyler Durden
What kind of loser gets rejected by his own kind?... Why, THIS loser of course... Veronica turned me down. She wants to fuck Eli, not me. Even though she's said I'm sexy and a stud, and grabbed in ways no one's ever grabbed me and made sexual advances at me. What's a reject to do?... Get high on Saturday night, AT WORK!... Go out after the Saturday shift with his close friend, Emilie, go bar hopping and get hammered at Hollywood's Seminole Hard Rock Hotel and Casino. And finally, wind down with another doobie at home. A doobie doesn't turn you down or say it would rather be smoked by another, more worthy person. Nope. It just won't do it. What's next? Probably non-stop, unprotected, sexual liaisons with a multitude of various anonymous partners... Then yesterday, she leaves me a message saying I called her early in the morning; WHICH I DIDN'T! It wasn't an angry message, mind you, she seemed her usual cheerful self, but still, it made me feel worse because it procured further abashment in my poor, already boggled cognizance. To top things off, I can't find my work ID. I may have lost it between one of Saturday's chemical induced stupors... You're never more emo than when you hit rock bottom, face down... Back to the welcoming cradle of darkness between my sheets.
current mood: rejected
current music: Rilo Kiley
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| Friday, January 14th, 2005
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8:12 am - Missing You
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I miss my livejournal. I miss writing in my livejournal. i miss reading your livejournals. but while the soul is willing, the eye balls can not tolerate. i'm awaiting the arrival of my replacement video card from Cyber Power so I can once again stand to look at the screen for more than a few minutes without going cross eyed for half the day.
RECENTLY:
-Mike and Emilie are no longer talking because Mike decided he wanted to fuck Emilie and then snub her like the fucking prick he's turned into.
-Emilie, myself and several cohorts are are off to paint Broward county a healthy shade of chaos! Of course, I work Saturday so we're going late. Like 1:30ish late.
current mood: high
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| Sunday, January 9th, 2005
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12:56 am - The end of the humanity
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The windows and balcony door are open. The house is a cool 70 degrees... While driving to Dunkin' Donuts, Honuts, Gonuts, Gonads, I fantasize about running over pedestrians to the adrenal laced sounds of hardcore German metal. What's wrong with me? All that's left is for me to start masturbating furiously to documentaries where people are skinned alive and carving the names of the objects of my obsession into my cock; and I'd be a prime candidate for a padded cell... It's been less than a month since its purchase, and already I've fucked up my new 'puter. Never tweeak the settings on your video card unless you know how to undo what you'll do before you do it. And back up. ALWAYS back up... Now I'll have to wait till Monday to call tech support... Goddman it all... Thank Jesus-Allah-Buddha for Mary Jane... So i'ts alright... Mary Jane Potman.
current mood: high
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| Saturday, January 8th, 2005
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8:51 am - It's Pat!
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My supervisor is a laborious cunt. She's what happens when you stuff pitbull DNA into the body of a chihuahua. Short, squat. Loud, obnoxious. Mean, vicious. Some people are hard to work with but they're absolute ladies and gents outside the office. Other's are total pricks in the real world, but the most well comported, professional workhorse you could ever hope for. Pat, however, is a rare bread of donkey. She's the kind that's both impossible to work with, or under as is our unfortunate case and a totally unreasonable human being. She likes to do things the hard way. When someone makes a suggestion, she'll immediately shoot it down. When something she NEEDS to pay attend to goes down, she, either on purpose or by her own lack of common sense, totally ignores it. There are times when she accuses people of wrong doing and threatens to write him or her up without just grounds for said accusation. She has to be the dumbest motherfucker ever offered a supervior position. We often joke, (with stark Scottish accents) "Aye, 'ere comes Mister Frodo. Looks like she's been diggin' intah thah pipeweed again." The only person dumber than her, HAS to be the asshole she conned into actually giving her that job. Thankfully, she'll be gone for the next few weeks, doing work up at the Deerfield lab. If only she would stay there, where she belongs. It's times like these I'm grateful for things like computers and pot.
P.S.Julia Sweeney's great, bless her heart... And yes, Pat's heart too.
current mood: high
current music: woooozzzzzz
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