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outbursts: Merry Non-Denominational Winter Holiday
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The following are the relatively organized thoughts of a nineteen year old dork. Sunday, December 25. Merry Non-Denominational Winter Holiday. I have absolutely no clue how Santa Claus began to tie into all of this, but I like to think that he was created to let non-Christians get in on the fun. Don't practice the same religion? No problem, just invent a fat man in a red suit to keep the kids entertained, and buy eachother presents all the same. Everybody's happy. The above refers to a very select group ...
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outbursts: January 2006
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The following are the relatively organized thoughts of a nineteen year old dork. Tuesday, January 3. Wasting some time at work. 2 hours of sleep. Painful cough and stuffy head. Room full of computers and video game consoles raising temperature to crazy, untolerable levels. Christ. If this place can afford to pay me to play games they should be able to splurge on some air conditioning. Yeah, I'm aware it's January. This place is like an oven with all the electronics in here. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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outbursts: December 2005
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The following are the relatively organized thoughts of a nineteen year old dork. Sunday, December 25. Merry Non-Denominational Winter Holiday. I have absolutely no clue how Santa Claus began to tie into all of this, but I like to think that he was created to let non-Christians get in on the fun. Don't practice the same religion? No problem, just invent a fat man in a red suit to keep the kids entertained, and buy eachother presents all the same. Everybody's happy. The above refers to a very select group ...
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outbursts: Eric
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The following are the relatively organized thoughts of a nineteen year old dork. Friday, November 4. Saturday night. So there I am sitting on the 207, right? On my way to a friend's house for a party. I'm sitting towards the back of the bus and I vaguely notice a black guy get on the bus and sit in the back, but just out of my sight. Ten minutes later the guy decides he wants to get to know me better and comes and sits next to me. What the fuck are you doing? What can I say, I like to get to the point.
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outbursts: You're jealous.
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The following are the relatively organized thoughts of a nineteen year old dork. Wednesday, December 14. So this company called Babel Media. Is going to be paying me eleven dollars an hour to play videogames all day then tell them what went wrong while I was playing said videogames. Eleven dollars an hour to PLAY GAMES and WRITE STUFF. And if I happen to do more than forty hours a week of playing games and writing stuff, my overtime hours are worth sixteen bucks an hour. I tell him: "Okay well if you're ...
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outbursts: February 2006
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The following are the relatively organized thoughts of a nineteen year old dork. Friday, February 17. I'm not dead, dude. I'm hibernating. I don't know where you happen to live but over here it's fucking FREEZING outside, so I spend most of my time curled into a fetal position desperately trying to conserve enough body heat to last till spring. Since you refuse to let sleeping streaks lie, I might as well give you some sort of an update. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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outbursts: Yo Quiero Drugs
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The following are the relatively organized thoughts of a nineteen year old dork. Thursday, May 4. So there I am watching the Daily Show and out of nowhere I hear that Mexico is about to legalize possession of small amounts of drugs. And by drugs of course, I mean the ones that you know are bad for you, but you do them anyway because you like how they make you feel when you're on them. You know the ones I mean. I was all like, "Drugs? Up to 5 grams of marijuana. Up to 25 milligrams of heroin. Up to a kilo...
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outbursts: May 2006
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The following are the relatively organized thoughts of a nineteen year old dork. Thursday, May 4. So there I am watching the Daily Show and out of nowhere I hear that Mexico is about to legalize possession of small amounts of drugs. And by drugs of course, I mean the ones that you know are bad for you, but you do them anyway because you like how they make you feel when you're on them. You know the ones I mean. I was all like, "Drugs? Up to 5 grams of marijuana. Up to 25 milligrams of heroin. Up to a kilo...
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outbursts: wasting some time at work
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The following are the relatively organized thoughts of a nineteen year old dork. Tuesday, January 3. Wasting some time at work. 2 hours of sleep. Painful cough and stuffy head. Room full of computers and video game consoles raising temperature to crazy, untolerable levels. Christ. If this place can afford to pay me to play games they should be able to splurge on some air conditioning. Yeah, I'm aware it's January. This place is like an oven with all the electronics in here. January 04, 2006 11:27 AM.
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outbursts: September 2005
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The following are the relatively organized thoughts of a nineteen year old dork. Thursday, September 1. I went to the Biodome. Last Sunday. Here are some pretty pictures. Enjoy. Not pictured: Several dozen out-of-focus shots of various animals, at least ten closeups of my hand because I don't know how to use a camera, a fourteen dollar plush snake I bought during a drug-induced moment of spontaneity, Pauly Shore. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Don't You Hate Pants?
