Posted by:
42
On Tuesday, August 31, 2010 @
[4:25 PM]
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....
How I feel at the moment: blasphemous Currently Listening to: Mudvayne - Scream with me
I can talk about anything... Doesn't mean you will listen
Posted by:
42
On Tuesday, August 31, 2010 @
[2:40 PM]
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...
Posted by:
Kane On Tuesday, August 24, 2010 @
[1:19 PM]
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
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.
How I feel at the moment: adventurous Currently Watching: Shooter, for more espionage'y action!
Posted by:
sg
On Thursday, August 19, 2010 @
[1:36 PM]
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.
