There’s always these points in life where you think things are going to change. That you’ve finally paid all your dues and you are about to move on to something great. To dig yourself out of that muddy, fetid ditch you’ve spent your entire existence in. It’s a wonderful feeling, truly amazing, to be standing there with nothing but hope and ( Read more... )

I was listening to the radio just now, and a whole block of 1980s pop songs came on. I suddenly felt myself slightly shaking. I then realized that I associate 80s music with the fear of nuclear war. I was born in 1981 and am old enough to have caught the tail end of Cold War paranoia. I vividly remember politicians reminding voters in my industrial ( Read more... )

OK, so I'm in San Diego. Nothing really exciting about that, except, well, everytime I head over to Tampa Bay from Orlando, I make a point of starting the morning at Canaveral and seeing the sunrise, or at very least, dipping a foot in the Atlantic, so that I can make my way to the Gulf and see the sunset there. I don't think anyone knew that ( ( Read more... )

From the pages of Apartment Finder magazine, March 2006, Metro Orlando Edition ( Read more... )

If anyone is missing a 1950s, Levittown-style 1 bedroom ranch cottage, I think I've found it. In Union Park, upside-down, in the middle of Avenue D. So, you might want to get on that, just saying.

So I owe income tax, a lot of it. It's not enough that I had at least $650 deducted automatically over the year, I now have to mail in a check for $250 more with my return. Work that all out against my year's income for 2005, and I'm paying around 23% income tax, because you know, I'm so rich and can afford it. And I know this ain't going to pay ( Read more... )

Alright, so I just recieved this e-mail ( Read more... )

Just saw a man wearing a T-shirt that read "Persecuted" where the "T" was a cross atop a hill. If somebody can tell me just where in the United States are Christians truly persecuted, you'll get a prize! (The smug sense of self-satisfaction)

21 god damned degrees. I have to go downstairs and scrape the ice off my car. This is not Florida.

DeathFreeze 2006 update: I slipped and busted my ass on an ice puddle (that doesn't sound right, ice slick perhaps? Dammit, I cant even remember what these things are called)

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