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I thought I'd be writing more frequently
Lack of any interesting life has stunted my blogging habits. I don't want to write about how I struggle to pay bills, see my paycheck disappear into a blackhole of debt, and need a ride to my next soccer game ( Read more... ) -
21 weeks since my last post
That's sort of a long time. It's not that I haven't had anything to post about. I was working a second job for about 3 months, delivering newspapers for the star-telegram. So, yeah, it was pretty much that I didn't have anything eventful going on in my life ( Read more... ) -
"I'll never be a slave to a cigarette again!"...
... is what I said to rachel, sarah, and the literati after they invited me out for a smoke break. "Smoking is for the weak!" That of course is what I had believed since I quit smoking, for real this time, of course. But after a tough soccer game in which I sucked, I had to have a couple of medicinal beers and a post-anal rape smoke ( Read more... ) -
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God bless ( Read more... ) -
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I am going crazy. Hospital crazy. Like, straight-jacket, in the padded room crazy ( Read more... ) -
Down, Boy, Down
Hooray. The Literati proposed to her boyfriend last night. Finally we can put all of this bullshit behind us and stop talking about something we were never talking about in the first place because I definately was over it and not obsessed with it by any means ( Read more... ) -
Mouth memory
DigitalLove1983 (7:46:15 PM): i love you ( Read more... ) -
Soap Opera
I seriously couldn't make this shit up. And I swear i'm going to get to a point when I stop bitching about work, but this is soo consuming ( Read more... ) -
Another song about bitching about work
Seriously, if my job was a person, I would want to punch it in the face then, and only if it was a hot girl, make out with it. My relationship with work is like a rollercoaster; like my last serious relationship, with some moments that everything is really awesome, and other moments that look like clips from COPS, with profanity and fingerpointing ( Read more... ) -
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Today I had the unenviable task of escorting three co-workers (all girls, the tender age of 18) to a required work meeting over our company's cosmetics line in Dallas. I felt like a father taking his daughters out for a day on the town. Too often I had to turn around from my steering wheel and yell "YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP OR SLAP YOU AND KICK ( Read more... )