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I'm sorry, this was just funny as shit.

Trappo Out... avoiding landmines.

Wanna know how my date with Amanda went tonight? Here's the haps.

03/28/05
12:38pm - Our hero, Trae, calls his hopeful heroine, Amanda.
12:40pm - Trae gets confirmation from Amanda that their date is still on.
6:08pm - Trae calls Amanda, as discussed, when he gets home from work. Okay, so it wasn't right when he got home. He had been home ( Read more... )

I just have to say that I know I'll be stood up again tomorrow night... by Amanda, not Mr. Bauer. So I won't miss 24 afterall. That's one plus about it. Little does she know though, that my rules are a little different than America's pastime. Two strikes and you're out. She's lucky she's getting the second chance anyway. I'm feeling awfully ( Read more... )

I also must say, I just downloaded DMB's newest single, hitting the soundwaves soon. It's called American Baby. Judging from this song, the album will kick ass. Also, I'm judging frmo the songs introduced to us over the last tour. Joyride, Sugar Will, etc.

Something amazing happened to me today, but there needs to be a background to this story ( Read more... )

Why is it that whenever I can secure a "yes" from a female after asking them out, I either a) get stood up, or b) get the runaround when deciding on a time or day to go out? The latest case took place Sunday night ( Read more... )

English Genius
You scored 100% Beginner, 93% Intermediate, 93% Advanced, and 77% Expert!

You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go ( Read more... )

I'm fucking sick. Sick of work. Sick of my job. Sick of feeling down. Sick of the same routine. Sick of being let down. Sick of false hope. Sick of the ruts and cracks. Sick of the internet. Sick of the telephone. Sick of being single. Sick of stress. Sick of caring. Sick of not caring. Sick of responsibility. Sick of my conscience ( Read more... )

I just thought of something really interesting. Any guy, every guy, whenever he sees another guy holding a ball of any sorts (football, baseball, dodgeball, high bounce ball that costs a quarter out of a gumball machine) must also at some point, hold the same ball. We all reach out, athletic or not, into sports or not, and want that other guy to ( Read more... )