| Just an update |
[Jun. 5th, 2004|10:10 pm] |
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So I heard from the girl, and she is all right if not just a little upset we did nt meet. I am trusting her with caution, as she says she is coming to florida. I have only her word to go by though so we shall see.
My father is ready to boot me out of his house in less than 5 days. I am not showing effort in his eyes, though have my second and final interview with a place on monday. ::shrugs:: Jeez you would think my own blood would give me a chance to get on my feet right? Not this family. It is either get up at 9am and hit the pavement and don't stop till you have a job. Maybe that is how the rest of the world works as well, I don't know.
So I am prepared to be kicked out on Monday and have made preparations for such an action. I am going to head to this girls house and hope to god that she is for real. Otherwise I am going to be fucked. Plain and simple. Life it seems is harsh at times and really if I end up on the streets again I may as well kiss life passionately and say goodbye. I am too old for this shit.
And that is where I stand. If you think it smells bad, then imagine what it must smell like standing in a pile of your own shit up to your neck. I may have seriously fucked myself here, and may not be able to recover. To my couple of freinds that are watching if I don't get on and write or comment you know why. I may be back I may not. I just don't know. |
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| Wow... |
[Jun. 1st, 2004|05:21 pm] |
So I took a trip.
Packed my stuff up in a car and headed out, not looking back to what was and never should have been. I took a chance on someone and it didn't pan out. I was left stranded and feeling vulnerable in a city that didn't know me. Luckily the people of this humble city were kind and generous and helped me out in a tough situation.
So I spent 24 hours there, hadn't slept in days and was a delirious mess. I kept struggling to get in contact with this person, but to no avail. It leaves me with so many questions. Why would someone do this to me? I know that people can be fucked up, but still it seems to surreal to try to have someone fall in love with you and suddenly dissappear off te face of the earth. Sure some may get kicks out of this but she didn't seem to be one of those people, quite the contrary.
That was only the beginning really. I tried to use my ATM card and it said I only had $13 to my name and I was carrying about $50. I paniced. Sold my computer at a pawn shop and took off like a bat out of hell. It was so hard to fight the emmotions off so I could drive, and once I was in Kentucky I was pulled over for speeding. That didn't bother me so much though because I had not eaten in two days because my funds were low and I had to get to Florida.
The third day was the worst, I was in Georgia waking up at a rest stop on the interstate. Dehydrated ad hungry I got some water. Man it tasted piss warm and like it was stagnant but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures. I drank it down quickly and eaded off to florida. About 20 minutes later I began to burp, and before I could do anything I was puking all over and driving at 60+ Mph. Puke all over the car I pulled over and cleaned it up as I continued to heave. What a sight it must have been for the people travelling by.
And then when I hit Florida, I ran out of money. 100 miles away and 5$ for gas I pulled into a gas station to fill up as much as I could. Time to use that $13 dollars in the bank. I found an atm and went to check to make sure on the amount so I could get exactly that much in gas and strangely, as I checked the account I had $300 in the account. WTF? $300? Is this a cruel joke? Well it was an experience I will never forget. I hope I hear from this girl soon, I am getting worried that she is not okay. We will see though. |
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| Stop the Wor-k. |
[May. 11th, 2004|09:09 pm] |
Ahhhhh... This is the moment I savor. The sweet tingle of being so pissed that I write in this journal.
The war on the Iraq. So much to be said. Today though I think I will pick on the hippie pussies that whine and cry about how terrible it is. You know, the same people that claim we are there for oil, or the same ones that claim there is some great conspiracy. Of course EVERYTHING is a conspiracy to those ones.
So in order to portray this best, I think that I will point a few things out first. Like say ohhhhh... the fact that Saddam was A TYRANISTS!! Sorry but you automatically lose an argument where you defend the rights of a mass murdering, control freak of a leader. Usually I mention this and I get "But Hitler was a mass murderer and noone objected to stopping him."
WHAT?! You stupid peon. If your thoughts didn't amount to such trivial drivel easily proven wrong by the higher ends of the food chain; then you may be dangerous. However, your not dangerous but rather insulting with mindless ramblings of you feeble brain. There is no way you can compare the two. For one, NOONE wanted to stop HITLER! Not because they didn't want to help but because he had superior tactics and weaponry at the time. To take Hitler head on like we are in Iraq would have decimated a countries power and thus left Hitler to rule the world. Further more... Saddam killed thousands... Hitler... millions. Much easier to say something didn't happen when you only need to build a couple big holes when compared to building DEATH FACTORIES!! I could keep going, but really it's that dumb.
Second thing I would like to point out, is the geographic location of Iraq. Next to our buddy Kuwait which is at the end of the persian Gulf, and dead smack center of the Arabian Pennisula and such rogue countries as Pakistan and Afghanistan, lays a troubled little country we call Iraq.
Strange coincidence huh? Fuck no. I thought of this about 2 months after we went to war. You can not tell me that the good ol' US of A didn't see that and say, "Hey if we are going to stop terrorism than we need a loccation to work from much closer than what we currently have."
OMFG.. could it be... let me check my maps hold on. YUP! IRAQ!! Holy crap!! Iraq is the perfect place to set up a huge military base in which to send CIA and Intelligence officers into the arab worlds and gather information on terrorists and other criminals that not only plan to attack the US, but any other nation that trades or communicates with the US. Wow... I can't believe it isn't oil. I mean when my gas prices kept rising upwards and higher every week I thought for sure that this war was about oil... Fukkin Jackasses.
So as I recap my brief rant (yes that was brief... very):
Saddam = Tyrant
Hitler = Bigger Tyrant
Iraq = Central Location
Iraq = Not lower gas prices.
War on Iraq = Nothing to do with Iraq.
Till next time my non-existent followers. |
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| Ahhhh...release |
[May. 8th, 2004|08:48 pm] |
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It's over...yeah... finally. It stings to be single, but now time to put myself on the market again so.. *snaps finger* darn. |
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| Rant about X's |
[May. 8th, 2004|04:20 am] |
You know what the most annoying thing in the world is? I'll give you some hints. They drain your bank account, your mentality, your heart and your cock.
Ex-Girlfriends. Sure they might not do any of those things anymore, but they did do at least some of those things. And sometimes all 4.
The reason I decided to right this is because I just got out of a relationship of two years about 4 months ago. The bitch kicked me out on Jan. 2 2004. I packed my shit and moved away about 800 miles and the true kick in the fukkin nads is that she cried as I left, and then told me a week later she made a mistake. A MISTAKE!! BITCH ARE YOU OUTTA YOUR FUCKIN TREE!! I didn't move across the state to hear, "Whoops...my bad cme back here."
So needless to say, my dumb ass (yes I am the dumb ass in this case)decided maybe we could get back together but not right away. We needed to work things out right? Make sure not to just jump in and not wanna be around each other. So we started writing via e-mails and talkin on the phone. Sometime about 2 months ago we were down to just e-mails and an occasional call. And things were...ehhh, but they seemed to be O.K.
Then 2 days ago was my birthday. I slept with this girl for every night for a year and a half, and she didn't even remember my birthday. Aren't guys supposed to be the ones that forget that shit? I mean for christ sake? And my birthday is so easy to remember too. 5/6.
Well, I vow no more making a sucker out of me. My wallet stays in my poscket. My cock in the sluts mouth, whomever it may be. And my heart and soul tucked away nicely away from any harm. Fuck bitches. Fuck them all. Heartless tramps. |
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