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not dead just busy

Fri, 01 Jun 2007 03:01:22 GMT

I know. I know. It's been months.

Changed jobs a while back and all I have done since is work. Of course, I'm not worried about money any more. Just lonely and tired all of them time. I need to move away from here. I cannot stand living in a city where I don't relate to ANYONE. Not sure if it's me or them but I just don't understand these people at all.

Saw this the other day and it just made me laugh. Enjoy.

i'm losing my mind

Mon, 18 Sep 2006 22:37:00 GMT

Yes. I used to be crazy but it was a different crazy. The tranformation is almost complete. I have turned into my mother. I have no idea why and no idea when. But it's happened. Jesus-age-christ-on-a-popsicle-stick. I REALLY need to get my shit together...

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Neuroticism	99
Extraversion	43
Openness To Experience	48
Agreeableness	43
Conscientiousness	61

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I'm not as big a slob as i thought...

Mon, 18 Sep 2006 15:58:02 GMT

True English Nerd

You scored 76 erudition!

Not only do you know your subjects from your objects and your definite from your indefinite articles, but you've got quite a handle on the literature and the history of the language as well. Huzzah, and well done! The English snobs of Boston salute you.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 99% on erudition

Link: The Are You Truly Erudite? Test written by okellelala on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Mon, 07 Aug 2006 17:28:29 GMT

Ed was in trouble. He forgot his wedding anniversary. His wife was really mad.

She told him "Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in 6 seconds AND IT BETTER BE THERE".

The next morning Ed got up early and left for work. When his wife woke up, she looked out the window and sure enough there was a small box gift-wrapped in the middle of the driveway. Confused, the wife put on her robe and ran out to the driveway, brought the box back in the house. She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale.

Funeral services for Ed have been scheduled for Friday.

remember this?

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 20:25:23 GMT

Looking for something different on Netflix the other day and came across the first season of the Young Ones. Anyone remember them?

Found my favorite blurb of that series.

More nonsense later.

maybe i'm not a dipshit

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 20:21:34 GMT

At the very least, i can pass someone's 8th grade science quiz.

You Passed 8th Grade Science

Congratulations, you got 8/8 correct!

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world cup misery

Thu, 22 Jun 2006 19:08:34 GMT

Don't ask me how but somewhere along the way I got hooked on soccer. Nobody in my family ever played. None of my friends played. As a kid, my parents signed me up on teams full of strangers and we played together well. Sometime winning championships and sometimes getting our asses handed to us. There wasn't really soccer on TV so you couldn't watch it either. Except that every 4 years I would lock myself in the house and watch the World Cup. I didn't bother to tell anyone it was on - I didn't figure they would care. It's finally here - I've been glued to the TV for a week except that this time I'm screaming at the officials instead of the players. For whatever reason, FIFA (the governing body of soccer) decided it was going to clamp down on fouls. The result has been an average of 8 cards given out each game.

The Americans thought that they would cruise through the first round with a couple of ties and didn't show up to play. Even worse, whenever the needed a break - the referees were there to make sure the break went in the other direction. It wasn't a big surprise, they were going to need a lot of luck to make it to the next round but to this was pitiful. I'm even more shocked that they continue to congratulate themselves for coming in last place. Morons probably want to know where their trophy is. Bah. Enough sunshine. More to come...