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Post by Freak93 on Mar 9, 2009 16:36:37 GMT -5
If you like that song check out the whole album. Like A Boss is a great song.
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Just Blaze
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Post by Just Blaze on Mar 9, 2009 21:49:07 GMT -5
Believe me when i sayyyyyyyyy
I fucked a merrrrrrrrrrmmmmmaaaaaiiiiiiiiddddddddddddddddd ;D
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Post by The Situation on Mar 10, 2009 0:57:46 GMT -5
I'm still on that dolphin doing flips and shit!
Until I was ten I thought "dolphin" was spelled "dauphin" because of Dauphin Island.
The white mocha is the best drink ever made. Starbucks has made a mini fortune on me buying these. I really want to work for them so I can know how to make those and my current job blows.
Don't work grocery stores kids. So much mundane shit to do and I feel like I'm doing nothing. I'm a mindless drone. Which is a problem because I am not. The poor people that have to have me run register for them. I'm thinking of other stuff so often I forget to ask them credit or debit and waiting like 30 seconds to do it. I'm so slow.
The conversations with my colleagues makes me realize I'm too smart to be a cashier or something. I just can't connect to them at all. I feel so out of place, uncomfortable.
I want to have sex with a girl with a baby. Sorry, she's very attractive.
I want to get to know this other girl I met. I felt a connection early on. Weird. That never happens.
This is rather depressed sounding. Maybe the meds aren't working. Though I haven't taken them in a few days due to drinking. Erm...interesting.
I saw a bathtub full of Keystone. That's like seeing the Grand Canyon full of smoke. Sure it's beautiful no matter what, but you really can't appreciate it's beauty.
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Post by detroitbasketball on Mar 10, 2009 1:02:00 GMT -5
It's about time your Random Thoughts kicked back into top form, bama.
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Post by The Situation on Mar 10, 2009 1:03:37 GMT -5
It's about time your Random Thoughts kicked back into top form, bama. Been busy. Mainly surrounding my grandfather's funeral and build up to that over the past few. I'm back though! Fear all ye who see. |
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Post by ChisAto on Mar 10, 2009 16:23:35 GMT -5
The conversations with my colleagues makes me realize I'm too smart to be a cashier or something. I just can't connect to them at all. I feel so out of place, uncomfortable. Describes me at work, every day. |
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Post by The Situation on Mar 10, 2009 17:01:11 GMT -5
The conversations with my colleagues makes me realize I'm too smart to be a cashier or something. I just can't connect to them at all. I feel so out of place, uncomfortable. Describes me at work, every day. Yeah man. I feel like everyone has to think I'm some weird social misfit. While that's partially true, it's more because I can't connect to these people at all. I've got zero...zero to talk to them about. It sucks. I'm going to apply to a different Starbucks. That would be better. Smarter people = win. |
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Post by Keeper on Mar 10, 2009 17:55:46 GMT -5
I'm working on what to do for a job this summer, currently have noooooooo clue.
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Post by PrimadonnaPictures on Mar 10, 2009 18:09:09 GMT -5
I finally quit my Bar job! mainly cause I have to be in this commercial friday. Getting paid 400bucks for a days work and I don't have to "act" just pretend I'm playing poker.. word.
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Post by The Situation on Mar 10, 2009 22:50:44 GMT -5
The Bible is like reading a bad rape erotica story. Na, don't gang rape the priest but please take my virgin daughter. That's fuck up God! Not cool! Plus the awesome incest story. Daughters living away from everyone else get daddy drunk and get pregnant from him. Again God...that's fucked up! People claim this shit is moral? Simply unreal.
Girls. Gentlemen we have a problem. These irrational creatures control our rationality with their vaginas. Don't let them do that. I think Chris Brown is a pioneer. (Not really...but that's as moral as the Bible is)
I like girls from south asia. Weird observation.
I want to go back in time with Urban Meyer. Go back to the 1920s and just fuck Knute's world up. I realize some things are legal now that weren't then, but no one had seen the spread yet. Ole Miss would win hella national championships.
I should start a business online selling drugs. Like a network to connect dealers with people. I would make bank, with my idea that will be based in Colombia after I buy off the government there. I would make like .15 a transaction. Make a fortune. It'd be a safe way to connect people to drugs. The dealers can select who they sell to and the buyer who sells to them. So you're not going to the ghetto unless you want to. Make a fortune. Still more moral than the Bible haters!
I saw a flask shaped like a pistol this weekend.
Modest Mouse is awesome.
The lead singer of Modest Mouse talks like his band's namesake. He did however go into a tirade against Trent Lott. This in Oxford, Mississippi. So not much of a shock, most of the people cheered. I was one of them, and I really have no issue with Trent Lott but like to cheer.
I think Obama was said to have done drugs to make him seem more street. John McCain is blacker than Obama. He should have just come out with a campaign poster putting his face on the front of The Chronic.
Viva Las Vegas
I need to move out again.
I want to move back to Oxford, parents aren't down. Fuck stick.
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Post by The Situation on Mar 11, 2009 0:19:41 GMT -5
Office watercooler full of Makers Mark for the LSU game this year.
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Post by detroitbasketball on Mar 11, 2009 3:29:17 GMT -5
There's a huge windstorm going on right now, and as I look out my window I can see a small red light off in the distance. It's mostly obscured by trees. I'm trying to figure out what it is - it may be something on fire from a downed power line, but I obviously have electricity so that wouldn't make much sense. It's not a traffic light because it hasn't changed. It's far too high up to be on a house of some sort.
Night windstorms kind of freak me out. You can hear everything, but you can see nothing. Except when there are power flashes, which this one mercifully does not entail. Although power flashes generally make it worse.
Maybe heaven is like a hotel or something. St. Peter is at the desk, and Jesus has a lounge suite. This sounds like a good surrealistic song lyric. I should write it.
Why does everyone have so much prejudice against whale porn?
The lives that some people live over the internet amaze me.
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Post by detroitbasketball on Mar 11, 2009 3:36:53 GMT -5
Oh, and what the fuck is wrong with people? Why do guys have such horrible taste in women? Why do pretty girls have such horrible taste in men? Why are we all retarded?
I once dreamt that I got my own variety show on NBC and on my very first show some lunatic broke through security and stabbed me in the leg with a steak knife. Should I take this as a sign of some sort?
I wish life had a rewind button. Hell, I wish life had a remote control. And I wish I could be invisible. And read minds. I have a long list of demands, really. But the remote control would be cool. Then I could seduce hot women and rewind when they smack me. Oh, and I'd retain the memory. That would be key.
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Post by Just Blaze on Mar 11, 2009 7:22:38 GMT -5
I'm slacking off rite now and work sucks. I am limping into next week's spring break and my vacation at panama city beach. Getting away from everything in Tampa should allow me to get my head straight. The only thing i'm stressin is the 6 hour drive. I never driven more than 4 hours in one sitting  |
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Post by Freak93 on Mar 11, 2009 10:49:30 GMT -5
I had a dream there was some big program for Obama. It featured Oprah as host, with guest speakers as the dad from Family Matters, Michael J. Fox, and my English professor. Also had a dream that there was something going on at a church, some religious ceremony. I saw a billing for it and they had me down as pastor. I called them and told them I couldn't do it but then I ended up at the meeting for it, people I work with were at the meeting.
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Post by Freak93 on Mar 11, 2009 10:51:12 GMT -5
I'm slacking off rite now and work sucks. I am limping into next week's spring break and my vacation at panama city beach. Getting away from everything in Tampa should allow me to get my head straight. The only thing i'm stressin is the 6 hour drive. I never driven more than 4 hours in one sitting Just make sure you are comfortable. One time I had to drive to a concert that was pretty far away, not as far as your drive, but just make sure the seat is comfortable. I had to sit contorted because the wiper blades were bad and it was perhaps the worst sore I've ever felt. |
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Post by detroitbasketball on Mar 11, 2009 12:56:01 GMT -5
I had a tiny acoustic guitar lick stuck in my head but couldn't remember which goddamned song it was from. I spent about a half hour going through my 5000 songs trying to find it.
Sweet Black Angel by the Rolling Stones, by the way.
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Post by The Situation on Mar 11, 2009 14:45:13 GMT -5
I'm slacking off rite now and work sucks. I am limping into next week's spring break and my vacation at panama city beach. Getting away from everything in Tampa should allow me to get my head straight. The only thing i'm stressin is the 6 hour drive. I never driven more than 4 hours in one sitting It's nothing. I've done 12 hours straight before. No biggie, just stay comfy and have good tunes to keep you awake and alert. |
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Post by detroitbasketball on Mar 11, 2009 18:32:29 GMT -5
I was inspired to tell this story.
My 5th grade class was insane. I'd have to pull out the yearbook and look everyone up to see how insane everyone was. There was the guy who burped for laughs. There was the girl who wouldn't shut up. There was this snobby chick who I accidentally took a paintbrush to during art class. There was the guy who used to go around telling everyone that he wanted to make love to them. Oh, and there was the chick who would always call me constipated. Ironically, she developed a massive crush on me by 8th grade, and went on to have a long-term relationship with a short kid four years her senior. But I digress.
Anyway, our teacher was in his very first year at the school. He was a Lutheran pastor from Canada, and he looked a hell of a lot like Dwight Schrute from the Office. I'm not even kidding, he was so horribly unqualified to teach elementary school. He wasn't a horrible teacher - I mean, he wasn't particularly bright, but he could have gotten by. Unfortunately, he had no discipline skills to speak of. Combine that with the rowdy crowd I mentioned above, not to mention countless others, this was a problem.
We liked to talk, generally. And if he wanted to teach, he needed us to shut up. His attempts at talking over us failed, obviously. So he started drawing dashed lines on the chalkboard and filling in a dash every time he had to tell us to shut up. The punishment for filling in all the dashes was that we had to write sentences. Needless to say, this deterred nobody, especially Burping Kid, who would let them fly during the middle of our teacher's lectures.
We also used to collectively drive him insane with little details. We, being mindlessly retarded fifth graders, yelled at him every time he said "sex," insisting that he say "gender" instead (in the correct context, of course.) We asked him questions about Jesus riding on dinosaurs (I'm not fucking kidding) and used to torment him in such ways. He got kidney stones and someone asked him if it was like being pregnant. He didn't like that. He also had the class picture posted on our back wall, and someone defiled it when he wasn't looking and tried to draw a Hitler mustache on him, and since he had no idea who did it, he couldn't do anything about it (although we did get a strong talking-to about different ethnicities and similar BS).
Well, this poor Canadian pastor couldn't take us, apparently. One morning, about halfway through the year, somewhere between Martin Luther King Day and Easter, we came in and everything that had been on the walls was gone. His desk was cleaned out. And the substitute teacher we'd had a couple times was sitting there. As soon as the bell rang, our principal and assistant principal came in. The assistant principal did all the talking - the principal stood off to the side, looking very defeated. The assistant told us that our teacher had "felt it was time to move on to a new calling in life" and emphasized about five times that he wasn't fired, and the bitchy substitute would finish the year for us. Apparently he went back to Windsor or something.
That's how my fifth grade class drove our teacher out halfway through the year and probably ruined his life. I thought I'd share. And all this is true, I swear to my grave.
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Post by Freak93 on Mar 11, 2009 18:51:26 GMT -5
Oh, and what the fuck is wrong with people? Why do guys have such horrible taste in women? Why do pretty girls have such horrible taste in men? Why are we all retarded I could not agree more. |
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