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So I set a timer to see if I can spin in my office chair for 2 minutes straight. "this ain't so bad" I thought. Then I tried getting out of the chair...long story short I spent the next 10 minutes on the ground staring at the ceiling clinging white knuckled to what carpet fibers I could get my hands on so that I didn't fly off the earth or something... things people do when they're bored...

Not so much, I just want to get this friggin accounting test over with already :madrofl:

Looks like Apple iPhone is one step closer to being on par with windows mobile devices. Still a ways off

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Was contemplating going to see a movie tonight, don't wanna go out in the rain though. Bleh, guess I can study for this accounting test some more...or drink....or both.....

80F Tuesday, 65 yesterday and today, 40F tomorrow fun

Ow My Ass

My fourth amendment rights that at least two dozen of my family members fought and served their country for... Not to mention what I discuss over my phone ain't thier business. Freedom of speech.............thats not just in public but private too..............Which is what the phone is supposed to be considered!!!!!! J I could see where this could possibly get out of hand. But being just a few years after a terrorist attack on our country that started from within the country I don't see it as a far fetched idea. There have been numerous terrorist attacks against America that started from within before 9/11.

radiating from so many septic sources forming the fabric of a wayward people disappearing as the vestiges of our past scratched like tartan into virgin soil a substrate for progress and disarray a spreading network of broken dreams searching for a thoroughfare to take us away just a little tale from the streets of America (say a little prayer) sparkled promises paved with pathos and hysteria trenchant, weary native sons step back and see the damage done meander to the horizon (shoot straight to the horizon) the streets of America black, tarred concrete pine for me lying dormant for you and country hardened surface cracked within catch the sweat from off the chin of men and women senior and child who look to you and your sterile miles and in their stares is bald dismay for what you pucking promised led them astray hard-cracked, daunting, lifeless veins false hope corridors to greener pastures is all that remains

fudgeed up...............but the 2 from my old Drill Sergeant are WAY worse IMO Q: Whats black and blue and hates sex? A: The 13 yr old tied up in my trunk Q: How do you make a 2 year old cry twice? A: Wipe your bloody dick on her teddy bear. I know hella offensive and tasteless Q: What's the best part about having sex with an 11 year old in the shower? A: You can slick her hair back and she looks 9. Q: What's the best part about having sex with a 7 year old? A: Hearing her hips pop. <----------Almost choked to death again

fudgeed up...............but the 2 from my old Drill Sergeant are WAY worse IMO Q: Whats black and blue and hates sex? A: The 13 yr old tied up in my trunk Q: How do you make a 2 year old cry twice? A: Wipe your bloody dick on her teddy bear. I know hella offensive and tasteless <--------Literally LOL'd and choked half to death on M&M's, thanks

I don't think Hillary Clinton as President would be a ton of fun........ two tons of fun

sleeping on a time bomb, staring into space there's an ocean of unpleasantries we are not prepared to face sitting on the fence post to watch the storm roll in and terrified of the damage it will bring when it begins it will begin splintered dreams of unity (our lives are parallel) so far from reality (our lives are parallel) independent trajectories (our lives are parallel) separate terms of equality (our lives are parallel) our lives are parallel is there no redemption? no common good? is there nothing we can do for ourselves? or only what we should? comes the hard admission of what we don't provide goes the insistence on the ways and means that so divide they so divide side by side suffering loneliness (our lives are parallel) phony collective progress (our lives are parallel) accepting that it's all such a mess (our lives are parallel) gesturing without hope of redress (our lives are parallel) our lives are parallel forging little plays of deception and pain as we watch our foundation crumble away staggering like birds against a hurricane and trying all the while to stay out of each other's way broken dreams of unity (our lives are parallel) independant trajectories (our lives are parallel) screaming out for understanding (our lives are parallel) turning inward and suffering (our lives are parallel) PARALLEL!

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despite that he saw blatant similarity he struggled to find a distinctive moiety all he found was vulgar superficiality but he focused it to sharpness and shared it with the others it signified his anger and misery them and us lobbying determined through a mire of disbelievers them and us dire perpetuation and incongruous insistence that there really is a difference between them and us hate is a simple manifestation of the deep-seated self-directed frustration all it does is promote fear and constrenation it's the inability to justify the enemy and it fills us all with trepidation them and us bending the significance to match a whimsied fable them and us tumult for the ignorant and purpose for the violence a confused loose alliance forming them and us I heard him say we can take them all but he didn't know who they were, and he didn't know who we were and there wasn't any reason or motive, or value, to his story, just allegory, imitation glory, and a desperate feeble search for a friend

the framework of the world is black and white the infrastructure builders flex their might turning true emotion into digital expression one by one we all fall down the gray race shrivels trapped inside the world it creates it's black and white the perpetual destructive motion machine began to chart a course never before seen turning raw compassion into fields of plus and minus one by one we all give in the gray race shrivels trapped inside the world it creates it's black and white I'd swear there were times when I was someone else a person with determination and knowledge of the self but you flattened me to rubble and now I can see that I'm just a faded negative of the image I used to be and that's our dilemna

in the spirit of the 2008 election year np: Bad Religion's The Gray Race album lyrically quite fitting...

2 tests in 2 days before spring break = tacular

BORED

homemade orange ginger chicken...not too shabby for my first time

My fourth amendment rights that at least two dozen of my family members fought and served their country for...

Love hacking apart chicken. Lets my OCD side come out and play. *probably gonna get cancer from the cleaning fluids*

Hover boards, and auto-size-adjusting clothing. and the new Socialist Republic of America the way the polls are looking...

While I don't want the guy around anymore myself, I have this feeling that the media is taking some liberties with what he said and meant there. Imagine that though the liberal media trying to make a conservative look bad. Sometimes I wonder if half the frigging problems we have our self inflicted by our "desire" for news and the spin that is put on the news. Seems pretty cut and dry to me