Your Star Wars Pickup Line

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Episode III was t3h woot! I prayed it would never end, but it did... and therefore a chapter of my life has closed. All six episode of the Star Wars series have been filmed and shown, and it is almost certain that it's over. No more Star Wars movies. No mystery to Vader's creation, no mystery to Luke and Leia's mother, no mystery to how only Yoda ( Read more... )

MAy 19th! Ah gawd! Hazel starts exams, which means I might get yelled at more, BUT STARWARS! Episode 3 comes out! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I need that super-expensive Darth Vader costume! It's no longer a "want" but a "must have"! BUY IT FOR ME! DO IT NOW!

...I am your father...

...must...be...Vader....

... I really don't have much to say, other than I need a vacation and I'm not waiting until Hazel's birthday. Nope. New resolution type thingy! I will take a vacation as soon as the new full-time guy starts up. Not long. Maybe a week, maybe five days. More than four though. I think I deserve it. Perhaps I'll laze around the house, or go up to Ma ( Read more... )

Quick Update:
Shaun of the Dead = kick ass
Work = exhaustion
Hazel leaving = depressingly shitty
Chris trying to explain to me how he hurt his pelvic bone while on a sex swing = priceless

There are somethings money can't buy, for everything else, there'e the Life of Jared.

Recent Experimentation: two energy drinks + work + painting + desire to do stuff = Brewin' trouble!

Other recent discovery: Girlfriend + hyped me = playin' too rough

And as Hazel discovered: fan + hand = d4 p41n!

Enough word problems! To the Crap Cave!

Progress, bitches! Gotz me a bank account now, cashed my check, bought some boxers and 12 pairs of socks, Hazel's made a big dent in the filth that is my room, and I determined today that I am the greatest slacker to walk the face of the earth. Booyah ( Read more... )

Lazy, unreliable morons! It seems to me that some of my "co-workers" don't exactly live up to their "working" status. One kid, shows up when he feels like it, sits around in the mulch pit playing on his cell phone. Another bitches and moans about how much work he does... while I'm lifting the 300 lbs. generator into the back of a minivan... Then ( Read more... )

Five a.m... We're all hooked on a feeling ( Read more... )

My arms, my legs, my feet... they're sore. Not as sore as last night, but still pretty sore. However, I've been this sore before training with the recruiters, but it's still not-so-enjoyable. However, I will be unst buffen! ph34r m4 d3v3l0p1n' b1c3pz! Rarrr!

And two words: monkey balls. Think about it... Keep thinking...