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I am poor. It is Christmas time, so off we all go to save the American economy. I think it is amazing that I feel like shit when I can't buy people gifts. Who gives a flying monkey's piss, anyway? I don't want anything except my lovely wife home, healthy, and safe every night when I go to bed. So, there... Fuck you, Santa.
onie:
note to self.. keep the brows!!! yeah.. i kinda figured its a dont buy anyone a gift unless you talk about it first.. your kids are the only ones that you should have to shop for.. and that said.. i feel like an ass cause a good friend bought me a gift and i havent the money to buy her something back.. bah!
onie:
Jesus... humm.. ill ask him how he feels about having his bday so close to mine.. must be awkward for him! biggrin
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There was news of a great white shark attack off the coast of Northern California yesterday. Although the forty-something-year-old surfer was treated for minor wounds and released in the same day, people felt it important to point out the attack to the public. I suppose it was exciting news for a shark nut like me, but the fact that the fucking surfer wasn't even hurt...
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doxie:
Bwahaha, thanks for the testimonial.
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I shit my pants today. That's it. It was very zen, you know?
clio:
No you didn't.
rys:
Deliciously zen even ?
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An empty, crushed peanut shell. Today is one of those days I wish I could stand on the surface of the moon; not for the sake of being able to say "I've been on the moon," or, "Fuck you, Armstrong." Rather, it's an isolationist thing. I would like to stand somewhere that guarantees me complete isolation and a feeling that this isolation will not fade...
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I don't care if you ever see this movie. Fuck you. Watch some shitty remake of a classic horror film instead. Go ahead. You know what? This film has horrible reviews. Real shitty ones. So, please, do yourself a favor and watch some stupid rap artist masturbating all over the silver screen in some dumb "urban" thriller and convince yourself it's art. Please. Don't watch...
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I find it stupid when people (especially women) rant and rave about having dreams heavy in sex and nudity. How boring and easily deciphered these dreams are. The dreams that really get me going are impossible to figure out; conundrums of the mind's deepest dream factory, leaving me shrugging and saying, "What the hell?" Consider the following:

I am Moses. Well, I'm dressed as Moses,...
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ember:
My blog wasn't intended to kick anyone down. I used to have a ton of empathy until I moved to the city. Since then, I've had homeless people spit on me, throw papers at me, curse me out, and one man even tried assaulting me. I used to give my change out whenever I could, because nobody in this city gives a damn about their fellow man. And do you know what happened? I bought a man a sandwich from the deli once, and he didn't even say thank you. In fact, he complained that he didn't like turkey. Another man got mad that I gave him food and didn't give him money. Another cursed me out because I'm a non-smoker and I didn't have any cigarettes to give him. Another started screaming in my face because he admitted he wanted money for beer and I wouldn't give it to him because he was obviously already drunk and in poor health. And even still, I talked to one homeless man for over an hour just to give him someone to talk to, he told me he was a failed artist and I gave him some paper and pens from my art kit to draw with. At first it seemed I'd finally gotten through to someone, but then in the end he tried getting me to have sex with him and I realized the whole conversation had been one long booty call.

So you see, I have a lot of reasons to be bitter. Yes, I'm well aware that their situation contributes to their behavior. I'm sure I would be angry too if I didn't have a place to live and it seemed like nobody gave a damn about me. But the fact of the matter is, I tried giving a damn and I can only take so much abuse before I start to become sour. Why should I let myself be mistreated for something that is not even my fault?

I try my best to empathize with everyone that I can, but being mistreated the way I have over and over again, I've finally lost my patience. Perhaps the next time you read a blog entry like mine and jump to conclusions about my character, you should try to empathize with everyone, and not just the person who is obviously down on their luck. I would never "kick somebody down" without good reason.

And besides...when was the last time a complete stranger got in your face and called you degrading names? Believe it or not, that really hurts ones feelings.
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I have exactly $2.76 combined in my savings and checking account. Also, I smell like diesel gasoline. And, I'm currently tired of being or dealing with my wife who broke a three year hiatus from cigarettes at a party Saturday night while I was at home sleeping. Hooray. frown
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I am poor, but I did manage to scrounge up some dough to enable my account with SuicideGirls to go active again. It's been two months (when it feels like six). Why bother when the money could (or, should) go elsewhere? Well, in ascending order: Alabama, Clio, Ember, and motherfuckin' Rys. That's why. Tits abound! Happy Halloween, ladies...
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Goodbye and adieu. I'm abandoning my blogs at Suicide Girls. It's pointless. It's the equivalent of yelling in the desert: no one's going to hear you. Well, no one useful. I'm prepared to just be a sideline observer again, uninterested in the stories or adventures of women who've posed naked online. I tried to branch out, to meet the spirits behind the skin, tattoos and...
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doxie:
I was just coming here to say thanks for your words in my last blog entry. Sorry to hear that you feel like no one is listening to you frown Though a blog really should be for yourself, not others wink

I am not much of a school person. I try and barely scrape by with C's. I did get a new job in a part of town I like... so thanks for your words.
rys:
Oh. OK then. I shall leave you with "the witches hammer!"
And if you ever want to blog again j, I shall read smile
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9:00 a.m.- Wake up. Eat four slices of toast smothered in butter and covered in sugar. Down a large glass of milk to try and make myself feel better about eating what essentially amounts to sugar bread for breakfast.

9-10:00 a.m.- Watch two episodes of "The Simpsons", season 8 DVD. They're funny, but old. Seen them a million times. Still, had to run off and...
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