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Name: 374...
Gender: Male
Interests: Anything computer related, and being paranoid.
Expertise: Mapping out the contents of my HDD.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
10/9/2003
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| As a public service announcement, I'd like to offer everyone a bit of advice:
If a coworker offers you a taste of "the bear that made me shat my pants," be weary that he might've emptied 6 bullets into the cut of meat you're about to put into your mouth.
Mmmm, metal lubricants...charred.
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| No drawn out setup necessary for the pain that will ensue...
I was out clearing the walkways and the sidewalks of snow and ice yesterday when the snow was taking a day-long break. I was nearly done, down at the sidewalk clearing away half of it so people won't slip in front of our house and sue us. I was nearing my neighbor's property line when this attractive young female was hip-twisting her way along to wherever she was going. She looked in her twenties, and was sporting a UW scarf, which draped nicely over her femininity (long scarf, and she had it on with a single throw so it was long enough to trace "contours").
She was walking on the grass to avoid slipping on the ice-covered sidewalk. I immediately stopped, moved out of her way with a "Good morning, right this way..." With a gesture of my left hand, I presented about 25 ft of clean pavement, freshly de-iced and swept of white powder. She smiled and returned my "Good morning" and hip-twisted her merry way.
I return to my last few feet of de-icing until I notice a drop of liquid hit my shovel handle as I was chipping away at the snow.
Odd.
There's another drop...
...and another...
...why do all these drops appear to be coming from right above me, but I don't feel anything on my hoody?
Apparently, I was dropping thin snot from my nose. I then inspect the ground around me to see if I could spot any more nasal droppings. I think I found a few frozen ones. Then I realized I must've been dripping while bidding good-morn to that girl earlier.
"Charmed I'm sure..." >_<
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| no wait...RTFD, RTFD!
(RTFD = Read The F*cking Date)
I sure wish I could blame my replying to an old blog on drunken posting, but I don't drink. >_<
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| ...so I tried to find someone to chat with. Okay, I just wanted to *see* who was available online to chat with. I didn't have any real intention to chat with anyone. I'm in a stalker-ish mood right now. So I decided to google everyone on my buddies list. I also perused the xanga rings. So if you noticed any foot prints on your page, that was me. Didn't feel like anonymizing myself.
Don't ya just hate it when you go to sleep, you start dreaming about a girl (see below), and then you try to NOT dream about her, but then you start to anyway, and then before you know it, you're tossing and turning trying to force yourself into a "sleep pose" to rid yourself of the images of said girl?
Here's the creepy part. I keep vids of her on my dash-mounted GPS. I can't look at the vids while I drive, but the fact that I even have them on the GPS' SDCard makes me feel eager to drive and lip-sync to random poppy songs.
All the while, hating myself for being so moronic.
MORONIC.
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