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Why do people think it's okay to ask a software developer where to find warez?

True null Story: I once met a girl who told me her name was Lexi and that only rhymed with one thing. Apparently apoplexy wasn't what she was angling for but was what she ended up with.

My days have been exemplary of late, and I'm glad.

Friday was my last day at my go-kart job. I'm going to miss doing that--but I also have several accounts with many race credits so I'll be able to ride the karts a while longer. The day was draining, though. Imagine dealing with a daylong stream of people that were genuinely sad that you would...
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I love tidying things up to leave. Tomorrow, I'll log off this computer and never turn it on again.

My life is becoming tidier and tidier too. I'll be attending a presentation about a special MBA program tonight. I'm feeling that perhaps it's time to pursue the rest of my life.

This weekend, I looked at expensive cars, drank VQA-certified icewine, ate fresh white-chocolate-coated praline truffles, lounged on my sleek black Italian leather sofa while the rains of Seattle pattered down, and read physics books.

It's hard to make an interesting journal entry from that.

Today I ate fried chicken in the rain by the lake, washed a caramel sundae served in a cinnamon and sugar pastry basket down with a huge mug of Fat Tire, and watched the most goofily racist movie I've seen in forever. I did this all with one of my favorite friends. Then I came home and read him being all wise and mature.

It...
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I am currently unable to quit my job because the only person I report to decided to flit off to Corsica for a week of motorcycle racing. Only in my life.

I am returned.

Someone died on the plane while all the ghouls around me jockeyed for position to watch and I fought the urge to scream at them to show a little human decency. My iPod battery died because I forgot to charge it. The gentlemen--both redolent of the South where coon dawgs and the War of Northern Aggression are primary topics of discussion--sat beside...
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Gone for the weekend.

You dumbshits be better to each other while I'm gone.

My days are very calm and quiet of late. I find that I have nothing of import to relay.

I regret that not a whit.

I had a burger at lunch so big that MisterSatan and I both stared at it in terror.