(edit) 6 to 1 42 watches congo in the next 48 hours, for the cake.

Awesome... 3 weeks after phone interview I get an email. Thanks but no thanks. Son of A! FU! *Sigh*

HOW THE FRAK CAN MY CREDENTIALS FOR A DERP DERP TECH SUPPORT POSITION NOT BE GOOD ENOUGH?

We're sorry sir, but you got to know how to unscrew the case of the PC with your left hand, while juggling the boss' balls with your right hand, and you have to completely know how to do a rusty trombone while installing windows 98.

Jesus... My lack of ability to find a job versus my actual abilities just boggles the shit out of me!

Must be team player translates to liking it in the pooper apparently...

Honestly? What the hell do you have to do to get a job anymore? I mean I have been half-assedly (I.e. putting in apps since november) hunting, and then in the past 2 months seriously hunting. I am even doing call backs! I never do call backs! WTF? I am to the point that either A: I get a awesomely shitty Mc Job for the rest of my life or B: get a lawyer and just put myself on mental disability. Either way would be better than being completely poor and having to rely on others to survive.

Let's forget the fact I am insanely intelligent, I pick up on things way faster than the average bear, and not to mention usually better at my job than most of the other employees. I mean I don't wanna toot my own horn, but...



COME THE FUCK ON! I am way to awesome for this shit....

Song Title: All Talk
Artist: Mudvayne
Dedicated to: Oh I could think of a few people
Play:
Lyrics:
Where will you be when it all falls down
Where will you be when it all comes back around
Where will you be at the end of our days
Just following the footsteps let the liars lead the way

I can talk about love, I can talk about hate
I can try to teach a lesson, but I doubt it penetrates
I can give you all excuses till I'm blue in the face
I could talk about serenity but it doesn't mean a thing anyway

Who will you blame, Who will you blame, Who will you blame

Who will you blame for the soot-filled days
Who will you blame for the hurricanes and tidal waves
Who will you blame for the riots and the anger
Just crying in the corner wishing you would've had a say

I can talk about love, I can talk about hate
I can try to teach a lesson, but I doubt it penetrates
I can give you all excuses till I'm blue in the face
I could talk about serenity but it doesn't mean a thing anyway

Like a monster hides in your closet, it's creeping closer but we don't care.
Are we all insane, if it's just a game well I don't wanna play.

I can talk about love, I can talk about hate
I can try to teach a lesson, but I doubt it penetrates
I can give you all excuses till I'm blue in the face
I could talk about serenity but it doesn't mean a thing anyway

I could talk about problems, I could talk about sin
I could talk about our triumph, what do we really win
I could talk about forgiveness, though I'd probably be condemned
Or I could talk about...

Agreed! Why is it they could fly the griffons FROM Mt. Doom but not TO Mt. Doom.

And am I the only one that doesn't get the chicken song?

(bo posted this shit. no way.)

New to me webisode series that so far is silly and freakin funny as hell!

PLUS IT HAS FELICIA DAY IN IT! UNF!!

Song Title: Moby
Artist: Extreme Ways
Dedicated to: SG and everyone else out there supporting me with my writing.
Play:
Lyrics:
Extreme ways are back again
Extreme places I didn't know
I broke everything new again
Everything that I'd owned
I threw it out the windows, came along
Extreme ways I know. Move apart
The colors of my sea
Perfect color me

Extreme ways that help me
That help me out late at night
Extreme places I had gone
But never seen any light
Dirty basements, dirty noise
Dirty places coming through
Extreme worlds alone
Did you ever like it then

I would stand in line for this
There's always room in life for this

Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does

Extreme songs that told me
They helped me down every night
I didn't have much to say
I didn't get above the light
I closed my eyes and closed myself
And closed my world and never opened
Up to anything
That could get me along

I had to close down everything
I had to close down my mind
Too many things to cover me
Too much can make me blind
I've seen so much in so many places
So many heartaches, so many faces
So many dirty things
You couldn't even believe

I would stand in line for this
It's always good in life for this

Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Then it fell apart, it fell apart
Oh baby, oh baby
Like it always does, always does

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Just finished the Bourne trilogy again and they kicked over several scenes for writing I have been working on.

Also, I wanted to come out and say thank you to all of my friends who put with my random drunken brainstorming, off the wall questions to make a scene believable, and the other inane bullshit that comes along with having a friend who desperately wants to become an author.

Thanks all. Glad to have you people around.

makes me sick to my stomach. they're youtubes, yeah. conspiracy theories can only go so far with me, but tack on an image of ordinary citizens exercising their right to observe the PO-PO only for it to turn sour and assault-worthy..

fuck that. it makes me angry and dissident of the police serving and protecting. who're they protecting? sure the hell isn't me or you.

anyway, youtubes..

largest gang in america - part1
largest gang in america - part2
largest gang in america - part3
largest gang in america - part4
largest gang in america - part5
largest gang in america - part6

just about the same goes for the military. :(