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son of a bitch.

Yeah, but it doesn't always include the line:

"There are thousands of kids who just want a hug from their Mom and Dad."

*blink. blinkblink. blink*

They must be one busy couple.

Napster would you like to come over to Mr.R's house with your ps2 tomorrow after scschool scuz mike is and we want somthin to dowell call me if you get this thing ( now james will yell at me for useing the board) yippy



hot doggie style sex YES!

"State of the Union"

Or

"Bullshit Rhetoric and Empty Promises"

You decide

It's not as much later in the day as it is later in the rush. If you head out at 10:30am, traffic will be around the same as 6:00am. This is true until around 2:30, when it starts turning to shit again. The afternoon-evening rush is worse, and lasts longer too.

And, sir, that was a chart not a schematic. With the new boss I have, we've learned first hand about charts. Although yours was for the benefit of others, so it's in a slightly different class from the ones I'm used to.

odd. I could have sworn I put the time.
Just again :

Friday, Jan 31 - Shari's, 11pm

Be there.
Get ahold of me and inform me if you plan on making it, please.

ok. big post here.

FIRST AND FOREMOST - I want to show you all a schematic ( or something along those lines ) that I've drawn up about driving in general. You see - after leaving work today ( late ) because I made the unfortuante mistake of locking my keys inside of my locker ( I had a second lock in there so after I bolt-cutted it off I just used the other lock and started to go home ) - I had to leave at eight o clock - now bradbury made a point that a mere five minutes can turn your commute - which say, usually is 30-45 minutes long, into something twice, even maybe three times as long. The following is why :

Say you are driving on a long strip of road that is fourty five miles per hour.
You have to get to where you're going at aproximately 9am.
the following chart should be used.
Departure time :
A. 5.00 - 6.00
B. 7.00
C. 7.30
D. 8.00

Arrival Time :
A. 6.30 - 6.45
B. 7.30 - 8.00
C. 8.15 - 8.45
D. 9.00 - 9.30

You want to know what I'm trying to say here? I'm trying to say that THE LATER ON IN THE DAY that one gets THE WORSE THE DRIVERS GET - you wanna know why? Because they're god damned DAY WALKERS - they drive their shitty little minivans to their shitty little daughter+son's schools so they can have parent teacher convernces about how little timmy isnt doing his homework or how little susan is acting strange and they dont want to get into an accident on the way there so they go THIRTY FOUR FUCKING MILES PER HOUR IN A FOURTY FIVE MILE PER HOUR ZONE - WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.
( feels much better )
My second thing I wish to come about. Today at work, we ( me and joe ) switched off pallets ( it was a long order ) - and you know what we did? We had " poetry wars " - haha. Here is just a few excerpts from box-factory blues :

Joe : Rat suit bat suit
dirty little twats
poor little Jimmy tied in a knot
He sucked 'um and fucked
cuz it was so much fun
with Denis in mind he pulled the blind,
and came another time

Me : I dont know
who you think
you're foolin'
You call me gay
point, stare, laugh
when it's at my nuts
that you're droolin'

Joe : tick - tock
Jimmy is sucking my cock
the clock struck two I shot my goo
And I dropped the dick off at the next block

Me : While Joe does fantasize
wishing to verbalize
his love for men & lust for boys
I find it difficult to work with him
while he whittles homosexual toys

Joe : Jimmy gets no pussy cuz he's just a woosey
Grabs hold of his stool and slowly strokes his tool,
He has two brothers he puts through the test
Which one satifies him best?
Missionary or doggy style - it doesnt matter,
All seems to flatter.

Me : Almost good
but not quite there
Im surprised you havent written about my hair
Its O.K. though, everything'll be fine
and yes, coming next month -
I'll be your valentine.

I know - you dont care. Anywho - my last piece of advice, but since some of you ( seeing that this is a long post ) will have just said : " its by james? shit. " and skipped right over it I have to get your attention.
STOP.
READ THIS

Mike has asked me if we " do sharis " anymore. I told him we havent in a long time, got to thinking about it - and figured that this weekend would be a prime day. He keeps yapping about how he's back into math and he's feelin' better and all that jazz - and I want to see if the mike rigney that we all knew is " back " or if he's still off in looney tunes-ville.

So email me. Call me ( 2536914874 ) - post on the board. Make some kind of " nods head " towards me that you'll be there. So I know " who and how many " to expect. I know I will be there. ( albeit maybe a short amount of time, still ) - HUZZAH!

and thats it.

( pixie )

yes, I have - in fact I did it for about a month.
and just a word of advice : in the event that you're hiding from people, they shouldnt call you.
hence, you're hiding from them. if they're calling you - then obviously you're within reachable parameters, and you're not hiding.
so if nobody calls - then you've done a good job of isolating yourself.

( I told everyone that I was " going away " for awhile. In fact, I even left the board. heh )

did you ever just want to hide away for a few weeks
and you expect that if you tried. people would call you up and wonder what ever happened to you.....and what you are doing
then you try to hide and no one calls for over a week and no one inquires or seem to really care...
and instead of hiding from people you wonder why they wouldnt call you...

people are begining to agitate me.

they think that time ... is so precious - is so short : that life is something to be concerned about
always considering that " today is the day in which all things have come to an apex for "
when they never consider tomorrow.
or what of yesterday? - I find it bothersome.

I believe this general outlook on life is the cause of my irritation.
not what people think, but how I respond to how people think.
sometimes I wish I could just strangle people. hold them tight within my grip and wait.
until the moment comes where they give up and accept death - and go limp.
where-as that will be the moment in which I let go. how would they live?
as if each and every day were their " first after the last " - that this life is here,
merely because I havent been buried yet. they find solace in trivial things that
most people call art. they call music. they call love. happiness.

distractions, all.
what is the point of your life, why do you exist?
is there a greater goal to all of being? of course there is, but you are just a minor player.
this goal consists of many people doing many things in conjunction at different places at different times.
you cannot even comprehend the piece that you attribute to it. so why bother?
I do not know, I do not know.

I had a dream last night and it was an odd dream indeed.
I was walking towards a destination - where I do not recall, and all of a sudden someone just started walking along side me.
we talked for a bit. It was interesting.
then they went away and I woke up.
that was that. It felt good.

I use to wait for someone to come along and care for me.
someone to infuse me with hope. with happiness. with joy. with a feeling of " living "
I use to continually try and convince myself that : " this was it. this is the big shibang "
and it never came. nobody ever lived up to what I figured they'd be, and I never lived up to their expectations.
I use to think that the only way I'd ever be usefull is if someone just loved me. for no reason.
looking back I find it silly. why is it my ability to function should be so dependant on an emotional need from another?

who needs a drink?

me too.

That was great. Inspired, even.

BaBy K gUrL 24: asl
zak p o w: sometimes.
BaBy K gUrL 24: what?
zak p o w: wait. what does that mean?
BaBy K gUrL 24: age-sex-location
zak p o w: what about it?
BaBy K gUrL 24: how old are u
BaBy K gUrL 24: are u a guy or girl
BaBy K gUrL 24: and u can tell me where ur from if uw ant
zak p o w: i am twenty and one. I am a guy.
I cannot tell you where I live because you might be that stalker who's been trying to get me for the past two weeks. Sorry.
BaBy K gUrL 24: lol alright
zak p o w: You're not pyschotic and want to bear my children are you? Do you want to make hot love with me in the backseat of my car and concieve a bastard child run away to Guam and elope?
BaBy K gUrL 24: uh yeah thats it
BaBy K gUrL 24: c ya
zak p o w: ok, now what does that mean?
BaBy K gUrL 24: what does what mean
zak p o w:
c y a
like
a s l
BaBy K gUrL 24: c ya means goodbye...duh
BaBy K gUrL 24: like ---dont even say uve never heard that word before
BaBy K gUrL 24: and i told u what asl mean
BaBy K gUrL 24: s

BaBy K gUrL 24: goodbye
zak p o w:
why are you leaving now? you say hello just to say goodbye?

zak p o w: I figured you know, we get to know eachother a little bit. I give you a sprite, and we chit chat. The drug takes effect and I drag your unconcious body back to an abandoned warehouse where me and three buddys take turns thrusting various body parts into various holes ... then ditch you on the side of some rarely-utilized road.
zak p o w: You know. Common-place stuff.
zak p o w: You there? Hello? .... Oh ... it must have taken effect already. excelent.

A TOAST I PROPOSE

To all those who know me, and all those who are reading this very sentence.
I enjoy that I know you all. I enjoy that you all know me. I enjoy that the board STILL exists
( and I havent given up on it and just tore it down, as I've come close to - many a time ) -

A toast, I propose, to Mr. R - and how he hits on anything with breasts. Although he does agitate me sometimes - I accept that this is Mr. R - and when he agitates me or goes too far - I am sure to tell him : " Hey, Fuck off. " - And not only that - but to the fact that he SPECIFICALLY lied to OPERATION PAINTBALL about how he WENT TO SEATTLE and now he is in trouble. BAD BAD Mr. R! BAD BAD!

A toast, I propose, To life. To that we all, on the board, are still alive and have not had anyone of us die. And to the fact that I cannot think of another thing to toast to but I've started off each paragraph with " A toast, I propose, " and then to something - but nothing comes to mind. So ... I'll just dabble around and type out random bullshit until I figured out what the next paragraph will start with ( steve just got out of the shower ... so . . . )

A TOAST, I PROPOSE, TO SHOWERS - and how they keep you clean . . . .
. . . and ... yes ... water, warm water at that ... Hoo wee ... I tell ya ... Those showers ...

Went down to the dealership today, got the next truck picked out. It will be built on the 10th or the 17th, if all goes according to plan.

From what I (and the dealer) can tell, there hasn't been another one like it made yet.
There aren't any even close to it it the five-state "Portland" region, or in California.
I still haven't figured out what five states are in the five-state "Portland" region, but I'm pretty sure that I won't ever see another one like it.

So I'm pretty damn stoked.

Strange as it is, the early-morning-rush is more pleasant. Once 7am passes, look out. People turn stupid and start driving like it's 4:30pm. Case in point - if I leave the house at 6:55, I'm walking into the shop by 7:05 without breaking very many traffic laws. If I screw around and don't get out until 7:05, I'm lucky to be within sight of the parking lot at 7:25 driving like Michael Schumacher on Meth.

So I left work. Two hours Early. Excused - and let me tell you something.
The people who drive from 5am-7am, they are the driving Gods that I wish I drove to and from work with.
Each and every single bloody one of them zooms around at five over the speed limit.
Yes, even vans. EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM uses a TURN SIGNAL to signal even lane changes.
I know - even now you scoff at me - you cannot believe such a thing.
I've actually seen cars slow down and stop and let other vehicles out from side roads.
and nobody was agitated. It was like they all " had eachother's backs " - I almost cried.

Well. I'm getting worse about posting than - I'll go with "everyone everyone says never posts anymore."

Ground Control? Pfaw.

The game, impossible creatures, seems to be limitless in replayablity.
PHEAR MY FLYING PIRAHNA.
I've alredy beat michael in it twice ( woe ) - I need competition.

I am eating a sammich. It does taste good.
I am also going to sleep soon. Yes.

bought : game : Impossible Creatures by microsoft.

watched : movie : Brotherhood of the Wolf - french film, english dubbed.

installing the game now.
also : the movie is very good.
the french know how to make a film, i tell you what!
in this they mix History into an Action+Adventure and Suspense+Thriller ( who done it? )
I will be damned. I almost felt passion for the characters.

Hum.