| what the FUCK is with Maryland drivers? |
[07 May 2006|10:33pm] |
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i swear to all that i hold holy, i have never found a populace that is more inept at driving in adverse conditions than i have here in Maryland/DC
you get one drop of rain falling on the beltway and immediately every car locks up their brakes, turns on their hazard lights, and goes at least 20-25MPH under the speed limit
it's the same with snow! for fuck's sake, i grew up in FLORIDA and i drive better than these fucktards in the snow
i don't get it either, it's not like this area is always sunny, yeah the three summers i've been through here have been near-drought status, but during the spring and fall it rains at least half the time! and during winter the roads are at least as wet through snow/ice melting as well as sleet and rain
is it so wrong to expect people to drive sanely here? it's not like you have to go 30MPH on the interstate
drop the speed down a little bit, increase following distance, give a little more time to stop
don't be a god damned retard
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| it hurts to walk |
[23 Apr 2006|12:53pm] |
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and my back looks like "someone tried to re-enact the Passion of the Christ on it"
oh yeah
i feel good
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| i fucking hate driving home tired... |
[18 Apr 2006|06:16am] |
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you get into that lethargic, barely-acknowledging-the-world state... the one that feels so damn good...
and then you get home, and the very act of opening your door and stepping out of your vehicle wakes you up, and then you don't have that "mmmm... bed..." feeling and you just sorta sit there and bitch about it on your blog...
fuck ya'll, i'm goin to bed
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| holy wow... |
[17 Apr 2006|07:02pm] |
Read This
my mind is a blank... i just met the driver, Natala, last week
i don't get this at all... it's just not processing, we were talking about going to the grand re-opening of this bar out in North Beach, and now it's not gonna happen
this is just... i dunno
i'm... i dunno
how come this has hit me so hard?
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| i just realized.... |
[16 Apr 2006|03:50pm] |
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this is the first year i haven't had an easter basket
as in... first year ever
i got a little depressed when i realized that
i'm not really upset... but it's sorta.... i dunno
i mean hell, mama sent me one last year when i was in the desert, but now she can't?
.... ok, maybe i am upset
i just want free chocolate an jelly beans
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| i have no life |
[13 Apr 2006|02:06am] |
i started to write this long post, but i realized that if i got any more emo i'd have to cut my wrists and wear eyeliner
i'm just whining cause i have no life and nothing to distract me
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| BALALALALALALA-JIHAD! the afterlife, and silver memories |
[06 Mar 2006|05:36am] |
i was on a field trip that included my high school classmates, as well as some people i knew in the military, yet it was a military trip
we were in the desert, and for some reason we all were on a suicide mission
the goal was to blow up/derail this train full of enemy troops and weapons
it was a two part plan, phase one which would be destroying the rear section of the tracks as well as then destroying the lead car which would cause the train to derail
phase one would be accomplished by blowing up two huge propane tanks next to the tracks by shooting at them till they exploded. i guess that even in my dreams i'm too logical, because you can't shoot at crap and make it explode, so phase one didn't exactly work, thus phase two needed to be slightly changed to get the entire thing pulled off
it ended up that this burly middle eastern dude grabbed this live electrical wire and jumped into the path of the train and the rails, i watched as he jumped and dropped the wire just in time for it to hit one of the rails, then bam
it was instantaneous, the front half of the first car stopped moving, but the rear half immediately launched itself into the air, i watched in slow motion as it pulled the rest of the train along with it, once the first car was straight up and down it stopped moving, this gave the rest of the train time to crash into the first car which caused it to slowly start to topple over
it was about at this time that i realized that i should have been running away from the train about when i knew that the derailment was going to work, by now it was too late, and i was going to die
i started running anyways, the train went up, and then started to fall towards us, as if it knew it was dying but was damn sure going to take us with it
as i was running away, i also realized that i should have run towards the train, gone under it towards the other side, i could live over there, the rest of my comrades would be dead, but i would live. i looked, "could i make it?" i thought, "no, too late, i'm too far and it's falling too fast"
suddenly i was in a third person view, watching as i ran, watching as the rest of my people scattered, i knew i wasn't going to make it, but i didn't want to see what happened, so as the train was just about to hit me i closed my view so i wouldn't see
i knew almost immediately that something was amiss, so i reopened my eyes. i knew the train had landed on me, on us, i knew it had landed and rolled over us actually, and yet i was somehow still running
so i opened my eyes to look
we were all dead, i knew that as soon as i opened my eyes, i looked around but i couldn't see my body, i couldn't see any of our bodies, just the enemy dead and dying, and all of my dead comrades still slowing down from running away from the train, we all knew we were dead, but we didn't know why we could still see each other, why we were still moving
but we knew that it was time to start our next journey, so we started walking towards the rear of the train, as we walked i amused myself by shooting out the unbroken glass of the train, at least i did till i started getting yelled at, as soon as i stopped we were there
i looked around, and i was in some city, some base where we all were stationed before the mission, yet i remembered the mission, i remembered dying.
i decided to go try and find my people and see what happened
i happened across Brian first, talked to him and found out that he remembered it all, but he accepted it, it didn't bother him that he was dead, he was able to talk to his family again, as i was talking i saw a shiny silver ball on the ground among the dead leaves, so i picked it up and pocketed it
i went on and on, finding my friends, finding my people, and i found out that the majority of them were in the same boat as Brian, they didn't mind, the afterlife was good
and i kept seeing these little silver ball bearings laying around, and everytime i did i pocketed one
so i made an afterlife, met with my friends, had fun, worked, did everything a normal live person did, except i did it in the land of the dead
then one day i was suddenly alive again, the suicide mission had never happened, we got delayed and got reassigned all over the world to different jobs
and yet, as i unpacked i found my collection of the ball bearings i'd collected while dead, puzzled i picked one up and i remembered, i remembered sitting with my best friend while he worked on his car, laughing as some joke, then watching as my other friend, Evan, walked into the shop "yo, Brian! can i get a beer?" he yelled to me
and it all came back to me, the mission, death, everything, i also realized that i had seen myself through Brian's eyes, i remembered the day, i remember him tossing me the beer as i went to help work on the car
i looked down at the silver ball and realized i was holding a copy of Brian's memory of that day
i picked another and another, each time reliving my friend's memories
i decided it was time to find out what was going on, so i took some vacation time and went to see my friends
not one of them remembered the mission, remembered dying, so i carefully chose another friend's memory and let them experience it
slowly we all pieced together the fact that all fifty-odd of us were a handful of souls, three or four of them that had all come together at this one point in time, then wandered away again, us dying was an anomaly which needed to be fixed, so the mission never happened.
but there was one person i had yet to find because i had been saving her
i selected two of the memories, seperated them so i'd know which was which, then put the rest in a bag and brought them with me
i found her as she was leaving the clinic, i knew the state of mind she'd be in and i was ready for it, i greeted her lovingly, for which she got confused, and then angry about
"how could you love me?" she railed, "no one will ever love me, not like i am now!" and on and on
she had just found out that she had a virus, an infection that would never let her be intimate with anyone again, it was true, no one could ever physically love her again, not without them taking their death with them
i asked her to let me explain, to give me one chance to explain, to which she allowed
and i handed her my memory, my memory of several months in the future, in which we had talked about this day, about how upset she'd been, how she was planning on killing herself because it wouldn't be worth it to live, not without anyone to ever care for her again, and then she realized she wasn't alone anymore
because of me, because of today
i caught the memory as she dropped it in shock, carefully put it in my pocket and waited for her to calm down
i walked her to a nearby bench and let reality seep back into her life, finally she turned to me and i explained, i explained about the deaths, about how her and i were the same soul, just different reincarnations, i explained how i had found out about her and her illness from one of those memories, and i handed her my memory of this very day, of her yelling at me and then sitting with me here as i talked to her
from these two memories i was carrying with me, and from others of us i had in my bag, i already knew her, i already loved her, and i accepted the fact that we could only hold each other, i still loved her for all her faults, she didn't need to be alone, she didn't need to kill herself
and then i held her as she cried against me
for the next week we worked out a couple plans, and we worked on how we'd build our life. she didn't want me to tell anyone yet, so i didn't for the time being
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there's actually quite a bit more to this, but i'm tired of writing right now, so i'll update the rest later
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| things to remember for next foam party |
[20 Feb 2006|03:56am] |
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1) pregaming is good, just don't overdo it
2) guys:girls ratio is way to fucking high, bring your own woman
3) you got soap in your eyes? flip a bird to the guy manning the hose used to soak the chicks on the stage, he'll wash your eyes out
4) is it cold out? you're gonna freeze your ass off, grab a cab before they realize you're soaked and covered in foam
5) shower when you get home motherfucker, you were just grinding in what was a bubble bath with a couple hundred people minus all the good hygeine associated with a bath
6) anything and everything you bring with you will be soaked within 15 minutes
there are more, but holy crap i'm burnt out
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| another weird dream |
[19 Feb 2006|07:28am] |
ok... so apparently i've been dreaming of my grandparent's house for the past two nights
tonight i dreamed thati lived there and i'd had it completely renovated, it was gorgeous, and now i was running a business out of it, some sort of electronics and repair place
well there was some sort of conspiracy me and the other roomies were holding, and we tried to get the last one in on it as well, but we couldn't... and i'm sitting there subduing her, keeping her from doing anything (because apparently she knew magic, and you can't say a spell if you keep getting hit in the throat everytime you say something), and everyone else gets home and i'm like "quick! how can i get her quiet!" and one of 'em just shrugs at me and goes "hit her in the head, dump her in the river"
and this seemed perfectly reasonable to me...
so i took her by the hair, lifted her head off my lap and slammed her head into the floor once or twice till she didn't move, one of my other roomies grabbed her legs and i grabbed her upper body and we headed to the river out behind the house, halfway there she came awake (i had been wondering if she was faking it or not) and starts the beginning of another spell or some shit, so i look down at her face and then i just let go of my half of her body and she falls straight down and bashes her head on the concrete floor, and this time she was dead
i got her out to the river and dropped her in, then went back inside to where work had started for the day
i'm hearing this one salesman trying to talk to some of my employees and one of my managers and i hear him say "your problem here is that you're employing stone cold killers!" (and i knew he was implying that they were all of the age to just join the military) and i turned to one of the people that had been with me when i killed the chick and smirked at them with a he-doesn't-know-the-half-of-it look
then i plugged a microwave a customer had dropped off, i turned it around to look at it and see if it was on and it was... but the door had turned into this weird screen, yellow and red waves chased each other, and from the center of the screen there was a floating head, and when i looked at it it started screaming and moaning and it's eyes lit up and i knew that it was going to forever sear the knowledge of my murdering that girl on the front of my brain where i had to see it always
and i freaked out enough so that i woke up.... just a little weird
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| worst valentines day joke EVER |
[14 Feb 2006|09:48pm] |
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seriously, i'm going to hell for this
i'm not going to hell for thinking of this, i'm going to hell for simply reposting this
but reading this... you'll be going to hell too
( Read more... )
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| happy V-day, bitches! |
[14 Feb 2006|04:23am] |
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happy manufactured holiday everyone!
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| hey buddy, thanks for being crap |
[07 Feb 2006|05:43pm] |
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ever see someone and automatically go "yup, you're the lowest rung of society..." and then been vindicated afterwards?
went to Autozoo earlier, pull up and this guy and his buddy are gettin out of their car, his coat's hangin half off him, he's being loud, yellin suggestive shit to women, etc etc.
i find what i need in the store, then head to the counter, get up there and everyone is staring at the back of the store, i turn around and it's Mr. Ladder-climber yelling at some kid, literally, some 16 year old stockboy, stockboy is gettin pissed and it looks like it's going to get ugly, then about half a dozen members of the store materialize and try and seperate them, one girl is dragging the guy away tellin him that it's not worth it, ladderman pipes up with "you're not worth it, bitch!" upon which the chick gets pissed off and goes after the guy
eventually the assistant manager is checking the guy out and he's still bitching "i'm gonna cut him, gonna fucking hurt that little bastard, he better not walk out of here at night alone" etc etc etc
i walked out shaking my head
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| damn i hate commercials |
[03 Feb 2006|03:21am] |
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specifically those aimed towards our elders
"leave your family with fond memories, not bills and debt"
"responsible adults take care of their final expenses, they don't leave them for their loved ones"
et cetera, et cetera
i'm sorry... but what the hell is wrong with you people? do you somehow think that once a person's children grow up, move out, and start supporting themselves that the parent immediately degenerates into this barely sentient mobile sack of muscle and bone? All of a sudden, because they retire, they have no sense of money and they spend it all immediately on a house in the Keys?
first you treat them like children, then you attack them and the one thing any parent worries about, which is "am i going to be able to provide for my family?"
it's fucking horrible and it pisses me off
but maybe that's the heartburn from dinner
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| oh yeah, i can update this... i forgot |
[16 Jan 2006|06:14am] |
howdy there
so, yeah
i've been cat-sitting for the past few days, watchin Scotty, a long hair orange guy with no front claws, pretty laid back cat, not too personable though, but that's cool too
i found a place to move into (finally), big ole three bedroom place complete with two car garage so that i can work on Susie when i need to, hopefully i'll be able to get the engine worked out and a tranny swap done, gonna be making an extra $400-500 per month due to BAH
so yeah, woot
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| holy merry FUCKING CHRISTMAS! |
[21 Dec 2005|08:57am] |
so, i just bought a kick ass stereo system, like big ass speakers, surround sound supporting speakers, kick ass Kenwood reciever...
all for fiddy bones
merry christmas to me
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| would you like an apple pie with that? |
[09 Dec 2005|07:11am] |
know what's fun? gettin woken up at 0448 after goin to bed at 2300, being told that you gotta come into work until two other people get into work because it's a snow day
and then not having one damn person show up in time for shift change
seriously, i'm claiming another comp day or some shit for this, cause it's bullshit
but hey, i'm in the military
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