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| You can find my brand spankin' new website at brokenjpg.com, where you'll find my frequent ramblings, many of which are about things I take a disliking to. At least for the time being. But, some aren't. Some are about puppies. Very few. Either way, head on over. Because corn chips are no place for a mighty warrior.
Go on ahead and
[manolios ugly one's lectro pawn! manolios ugly one's lectro pawn!] | | |
| And yes. That's Mr. Bolton over there.
[his eyes follow you wherever you go, don't they?] | | |
| Alright, kids. I guess it's time to update. For starters: I hate my job. But no one—meaning Alaina—will let me quit. I keep trying to find some excuse, but there doesn't seem to be just enough. One of these days I'll throw caution to the wind, unzip my pants and tell them all to gargle on my...well...nevermind.
I want to slap Alex across the face with a pizza. That stupid, fat bitch. For someone who is supposed to be my "superior", she acts more like a "gruntingly sad excuse for a fat person". She's so gross, I would rather sit at home and squeeze pus from my ingrown toenails than look at her face. Or hear her mouse-fart of a voice. Seriously. Look at my face. I'm not joking.
But in other news, I'll be hosting 3 websites soon. 2 will be personal (1 mine and 1 for Alaina), and 1 will be professional. You know, where you can go to hire me. And such. I'm already in the talks with one potential client about some business stationary, and maybe a website later this year. Good deal. Which reminds me...
I need to call Batelle and tell them to either hurry the hell up or sit the hell down. I can't be waiting six months while they requisition the papers that they'll need to fill out to contact someone to call me in regards to a position. But anything is better than the Daily Guide. I could be a worm rancher. Or a pimple farmer. Or a pig chaser.
But anyways. I think that's all I've got in me for this post. It'll be a lot better and easier to post to my new one once I get it and set it up. Besides, it won't have any ads. Or weird xanga-like interfaces.
[Eddy, will you be my part-time lover?] | | |
| All right peeps. Now's the time.
First, go here.
Then go here.
Then tell me which of these two you liked better and why. It may very well decide the fate of the universe. Or just my weekends. We'll see.
[mucho luvo]
P.S. Keep in mind these are just approximations. They are probably not the pictures/text that I will end up with.
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[Oh yeah. I got married.] | | |
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