So yeah, anyway.

Grounded a bit, cause I got in from a movie at 2am (without calling) so i got in the shit heap. Yay.

As of now, I'm at my granma's house, cause I'm that cool.Bought a funny shrt from Hot Topic (O nos!) and a Power Rangers jacket. So I'm uber-cool now.

Aaand.. I bleached my hair. Ph34r.

So Digo gets to see the phat new look. And be traumatized. Wootles.

But that's about it. I'm gonna be back at work tomorrow (suck) and annoying guests so gimme your best or I'll kill you with a forklift. RaaR!


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So yeah. I don' update this nearly as much as I probably should. But hey, I'm busy during the day. But onto news!

I've acquired a second job. At McDonalds. *PRESTIGE!*
Yeah. And it might interfere with gaming. Mother fuckers.
Speaking of gaming (yes, every independent thought starts a new line), lost my character in Digo's game last week. Kind of annoyed about that (yes I said I didn't want to be revived. I lied.) so I gots to talk with the lord of the dice about that. Stupid stuffy paladin who hears voices in his head. How's he useful compared to my rogue of many leet skills?

Gah. I also have to go to the girlfriend's house sooner or later and give her her gifts of happiness (+1d6) so she doesn't try to sex my face off or something. However grisly that may turn out to be. Or she'll just be mad if i don't bring her anything. I think she's going to be more annoyed that I DID get her something. And that it ran me $30.

But lo, I am running out of time, so I shall be going elsewhere. Fare thee well.

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Ha, I totally woulda updated like 2 days ago.. but LJ was down. So you all lose.
Still trying to get work off saturdays for D&D.
This saturday = work, but next saturday looks promising.
I think.
Started reading Hitchiker's Guide to The Galaxy again.
Prepping for the movie. W00t.

Join me and we shall dance across the galaxy, father and son!

O_o
2005
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Well, lookit! Looky look looky!

I still have an LJ.

So yeah, update mostly for Digo's behalf.

Leaving the Army bizniss in like 2-4 weeks... will be back in Orlando after that.
Then I intend to bum around in some place nobody's heard of for vacation and then get a crappy job at 7-11.
Till then, I just sit around waiting for paperwork to go through.
With over 4 million people in the army, you'd think some would be administrative in nature.
And that those who are aren't lazy asshats.
But I'll be outta here soon enough.

Not like anyone reads this anyway.

2005
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So today is interesting. I am currently at the library with like 16 minutes of 'net time left, chillin.

Found out today that I APPARENTLY HAD UNPAID ORANGE COUNTY LIBRARY FINES FROM 1993 WHEN I LIVED ON EDGEWATER. And I don't have the $1.40 to pay it off. I hope those books aren't still out. Those fines are building. O_o

Wonder whose fault that is? I didn't have a library card WHEN I WAS 6. KTHX.

But hey, they disposed of the fines seeing as I'm an adult now.

TAKE THAT ORANGE COUNTY. NYARHARHARHAR.

Thanksgiving will be interesting. I don't know if I'll be with Todd and Digo or with Holly and Joyce. Tough decision. Joyce is getting kinda old and stuff.

Anyhow, enough musing. STUFF TO DO. NYARGH!

digoracoon responded: It be funny if they got the Feds on you for $1.40 in library fines. Actually, you can hide here. We'll tell then you fled to mexico or something. ^_^ Mwa ha ha ha... fight the system!!

2005
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Uhm... update! Woo.

So far, my vacation to St Pete has been interesting. I've been arrested, drunk, molested, drunk again, molested while drunk, rejected, molested, and then drunk and yelling at people at the mall while wishing I was being molested again.

Glad security doesn't pay sh*t worth of attention. e_e;;

Other than that, I'm attempting to procure a ride back into O-Town (no, not the boy band) so I can get a job and pay off my bank because they're out for blood this time! Blood! Nyaaah!

Other than that, my social life needs a complete overhaul, because I have come to the realization that I am a chain-smoking loser with a serious complex or two. And I like to yell at people, which does not help me make friends, as opposed to what I was previously convinced of.

On another note, my hair looks really awesome right now. You should see it. It's great. It's like... sticking up in the front, but behind that it's laying flat. It's all like "Eeeeeee, shwah!" Minus the verbal part. "Eeeeeee, shwah!" is also the sound Ultima makes in Final Fantasy VII.

Bagoom, bagoom, bagoom, my life is a shadowy husk of what could have been. I'm such an emo kid. *emo tear*

That is all!

digoracoon responded: Were you at least molested by cute females?
I can't offer much in the way of a social life, though if you want to rejoin the D&D group I think Nick is getting ready to run a new campaign. :)

2006
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Woooo, Livejournal!

It's alive. ALIVE! *cackles*

So yeah. Not much to say here. Mostly working and such faggotry. My job's not as bad as I probably make it out to be (especially on days off) but I still bitch because of human nature. And I like to bitch.

Plans for the week: I don't know. Hopefully, after House is over, I'll drop by work and see what's going on for this week. Probably won't get Saturday off, but that's taken care of in any case. Maybe I'll get Wednesday/Thursday off. 4-day weekend is nice. Haven't had one of those in a few. I'll bring my manager food. She's like 40 and white, I think that's how to impress those people.

No, dad, she's not looking. And she's an ex-marine. She'd eat you alive. And you're creepy. HARR.

Other than that, my social life is as infinitesimal as always. Big surprise. I need a new phone, I'm probably just gonna get a a prepaid one for those times I can't pay off my bill. H8tred.

Me? I try... I try to get by. I'm never gonna pull it of, I shouldn't even try. I'm a wet cigarette, I'm always second best, and I'm never gonna give a shit about anybody but myself, so I fight for them to realize there's more to life, there's more to me, there's more than meets the eye. And when I'm done, the battle's been done. I'll sit back and smile, and this is what I'll hum, I'll hum... 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4!

2006
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Nothing much happening lately. Still out of work. Thinking about going to Job Corps, which would put a damper on my plans for going back to Largo. Yay, putting it off again for another 8 months to 2 years. Schwing.

On other fronts, I've been playing Xenogears on my computer. Yay, emulators. But that problem is that at a certain point, the screen goes black. And then it doesn't come back up. Time to try another emulator.

Not much else happening. Just my once in a while LJ post.

2006
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Have some backstory.

I work at Checkers (woo, fast food -_-) from a random time (4-8pm) until 12am, having stupidly signed up to be a closer. I didn't care at the time, the pay was better, and I don't have anything during the day that would prevent me from working until 12am (1am on Fridays and Saturdays), so I figured, why not? Last night, I think I found a pretty good indication of why I should probably stick to day jobs after I move back to Clearwater.


It was a normal night in Orlando, hanging out on the notorious South Orange Blossom Trail (US 441), serving people food they didn't need and taking money that they thought they didn't need. By 12am, I'm ahead of schedule. I got the fry machine wiped down early, I've finished breaking down and washing out the shake mixer, and I'm done with the dishes. Clock out, buy another pack of 305 menthols, and by 12:07am I'm on the way home.

Fast forward, it's not 12:30am. I'm doing nothing, riding my bicycle down the Trail and listening to the Bloodhound Gang on my mp3 player. A left turn into my residential neighborhood, and I'm down a 1-way street that leads to my place. All's going well, time to play Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver until 7am, and go to sleep. I hear nothing except music. I see nothing but quiet streets.

I hear engine noise behind me. A white SUV approaches. Odd, I didn't see headlights. I switch to the left lane to allow them to pa- oh wait, they're already in that lane. Course correction, I'm back on the right side of the street, and they swerce in front of me. But wait, now they've stopped at the corner. What is this? I hesitate to pedal, then a black feeling sets in. I stand up and put some muscle into my legs ans juke around the driver's side of the vehicle. Did he open his driver's side door? Don't care, going home, got things to do.

POP POP.

My left thigh goes numb. I pedal harder, hoping I'm wrong about what just happened. I reach down and touch the back of my left thigh. Wet. Oh Christ, please be joking. This is not what I need. Well, it's numb for now so I might as well hurry home. Pass under a streetlight and look at my hand. Red. And wet. Damnit, no. Please tell me it grazed me, and that it's numb from the force of the blow.

I get ot the house. My roommates are asleep, as they are expected to be, but I'm not worried about being quiet. I hurry to the bathroom, and drop the trousers. My stomach flips down at the sight of the blood. Not much, mind you, but I was right from the start, something I hate. My roomates stir.

"Is everything okay?" asks Nic, from the bedroom.
"I don't mean to alarm anybody," I respond, "but I think I just got shot."

Fast forward. I'm in the living room in only boxer shorts, a towel wrapped around my thigh, left hand now covered in drying blood. 911 has been called and the police arrive on scene. I give them a statement and describe the vehicle, a newer-model white or silver SUV, similar to an Expedition or an Explorer. The sherrif remarks that this two similar events from earlier that day, one occuring at 8pm in my neighborhood in which two .22 rounds were fired into the air after a dispute of sorts, the other event being at a CVS Pharmacy shortly after the aforementioned 8pm disturbance. Both cases, same vehicle description, .22 rounds recovered. The police find an empty magazine at the area in which I was shot. They examine my leg wounds, and confirm them to also be caused by a .22.

Fast forward. I'm in the hospital. The nurse is using a turkey baster to clean my ass wounds. The round entered high in my left buttox and traveled to the back of my left thigh, where it exited. The nurse cleans my injured parts and proceeds to bandage them, gently, but the painkillers wore off half an hour ago. I have engaged the rail of the hospital bed in a death grip and will not let go until this woman ceases tampering with my ass. I steal a glance at the EKG and other readouts. Heart rate: 117. If you had a middle aged woman basting your wounds, you'd probably be around the same. She finished, tapes my ass shut, and goes to get my discharge paperwork started.

Fast forward. 7am. I'm finally home. I notice the bloody hand print I left on the door from closing it behind me at 12:30am. My hand is still stained with blood. My ass is under 3 pounds of gauze, and moving hurts. My work pants have a hole in them slightly smaller than ¼" and still have a blood stain. It's stiff and crunchy. I'm off work the next 3 days: doctor's orders. And now I'm here telling you this story. I'm not exactly sure why I'm doing it.

Guys, what the hell is going on in the world today? I don't know the clown who shot me. I don't know why they did it, or even who they were, or how many of them. All I know is I spent the last six hours in a hospital room bleeding from my backside and wearing a gown that made me glad I kept my boxers on. I probably have a huge bill coming my way, and I have no insurance. I make $1000 a month at most. This is retarded. On an exponential level. And the new paranoia I have isn't helping any more than the old paranoia.

I'd post pictures, but nobody wants to see my bloody white ass.

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Moving.

I've done it before, I'll do it again. Woo.

I think I got everything from the house, except for a pro action replay disc for the Gamecube. I also forgot to give Nic Civilization 4. This is just a mental notepad. Hopefully I'll remember on wednesday.

2007
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Well, this is shitty. Seems like my roomates have plans to move to Georgia, which is fine. The problem is that they say they might be doing it in May.

Wait, what?

Great. Seems like I can't find a fucking place to stay for more than a month. My boss has said that I can crash at his place whenever I want, but I  really don't wanna impose. I mean, it probably won't be that bad, and he wants to help me get my shit straight, license, car, etc, but I don't know. It could help me in the long run, maybe not. Christ, decisions.

In other news, I could be facing a sexual harassment lawsuit because of me flirting  at work. Thing is, I talked to the chicks  I flirt with at work about it, and both of them said they know that I'm just having fun, so I dunno. If I keep my shit straight and make sure I watch what I say to people, I should be all right. If not, it's a learning experience. A bad one.

Other than that, I guess things are okay, in that what-the-fuck-is-going-on way. Kinda same old, same old, kinda new. It's all the same bullshit when the day is over.

If anyone needs my number who doesn't have it yet, email me. You know the address.

I'm out.

2007
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So yeah. Life is okayish. Haven't been to work in a few days, might not end up going back. After being fired once and getting the job back, I just get fired again, without even being back yet.

Ha, what?

I bought Guitar Hero II for PS2. It's like DDR, but for your fingers. Which is painful. I beat the game on easy, then moved up to medium. So my fingers are falling off, and the game was nice enough not to save after I beat Freebird.

On that note, I think Skynard wrote that song so that nobody else would be able to play it.  I did it, but the fingers on my left hand didn't want to move for about an hour. And I thought Carry On My Wayward Soul was hard. Ergh.

Other than that, just kinda been dealing with shit as it comes up.  Visited Nic and Liz last night, which was enjoyable. Glad to know they're still holding together.

Sigh. Time to see if 7-11will hire me this time or not.

Out like a light.

....Think I'll try Freebird again. If you see my fingers in casts, then just remember: If your neighbors complain about the noise, turn the volume up until they move away.

2007
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So today I get to go to Checkers at 9:30am.
This isn't too terrible a problem; I just wish it was to work and not to see if I still have a job.
Basically, I mouthed off, got fired, went back to talk to my Manager, and got it changed to a 1 day suspension.
So the store manager is all like "LOL LET'S TAKE HIM OUT OF TEH COMPUTARRZES!111one"
And I'm off work that day, so I find out when Justin (one of my roommates) comes home with "Hey, John took you out of the computer, and off the schedule."

Oh yeah, it's stand up and get fucked time. So I get to go bargain with father time for an extension on my life today. Everyone knows of my... 'distaste' for old people. And he's old. Yeah, it's working out great already. I suppose if worse comes to worse, I could try 7-11 again, but I think they' didn't hire me last time because I actually want to work there.

Worse comes to worse, I could do another thing I said I'd never do and work as a server in a restaraunt again. Olive Garden is nearby, and I can act like I like people, I s'pose.

And after reading through all my old entries, I've noticed that my plans to move down to Largo have gotten tucked away nicely in the 'likely to never happen' file in my planner. Maybe it'll just take time.

Oh well, baby steps. And if that fails, I'll wing it.

Additionally, what does this license plate say?

2007
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Things are... weird.

Long story short, everyone in the motel went their seperate ways, I have no money, and am staying with a friend temporarily until I can get a job, or god knows what else.

Yay.

Other than that, same old. Taking a break from internets because 1.) I have to and 2.) I can concentrate better. Then again, I'm near the library. Either way. When I've decided my fate, I'll let you know.

2007
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Things things things. They're happening! Oh shit, what do we do?

I got my job back, that's a plus.
I have a place to stay for at least this week, plans are working so I can get a semi-permanent thing going.
Either way, I have to last for two weeks until I get a paycheck, and then I can resume winging it as I have been since I started this mess. Yay! I get to resume something I never stopped doing! Wait. What? Okay then.

In other news, I still need to get my license. Woo.

And that will be all for today,

2007
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 Well, I'm out of Orlando. Probably this weekend. Gonna go up to Volusia County and stay with Kim and Joyce (see: aunt and grandmother). Things down here in Orlando are going smashingly well, like always. Circumstances are pretty much forcing me out however. I can't get even a crappy entry-level position job at Mickey D's or RaceTrac, then I might as well look for other prospects elsewhere.

So Orange City. Bout an hour away if I remember right. Nothing but clean air, nobody to shoot rage from my eyes at, no friends. Just family. I gotta give Kim a call and see when would be all right.

Well, I'm out. I got shit to work on. See ya when I see ya.

2007
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Well, I made it to Orange City all right. I already put out a job application. Tomorrow, more of the same. Then I have to occasionally feel bad because something didn't turn out the way I wanted it to before I left, and I have scars to show for it.

Sigh.

Not much else happening right now

2007
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In other news, I'm almost finally settled in. I juts have to stop feeling so uneasy and things will resume rocking as per usual. Seems like I've genuinely found a place where I cn be that someone will try and help me no matter the circumstances, without asking more of me than I can do. This is a step up. In return I think I shall find work and contribute what I can to the household. Hoo hah!

Other than that.. not much else. I'm out of things to say. So now I shall go. Whoosh!

digoraccoon responded: Also must be nice not to be beaten up routinely? ;3

2007
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I have news. I'm not sure if it's good news, because it's annoying. But it is news. (lol butt tits)

I have 2 job interviews coming up.

One for an insurance company in Altamonte (American Insurance or something) that basically handlers benefits for credit unions and the like. It's at 9:15am (see: in 6 hours) just off exit 94 on I-4. This is kinda iffy.

The other, in Daytona Beach. Also an insurance company called Bankers. They handle the insurance needs for the 'Baby boomer' generation. Whatever that is. Old people. Feh. That interview is Thursday, at 9:30-11:00am (yay, window). This is also kinda iffy.

And I have an almost guaranteed spot as an assistant manager at Subway with my old boss in Clairemont, I think. It's like ~10min from downtown. So I can do that in case this more professional shit doesn't work out.

Seems I can't get a goddamn job around Orlando when I'm in Orlando so now I must do a (at the least) 26 mile commute. Kim could run me around, but I don't really want to put that strain on her or her truck. And, I could always relocate when I get a job, but she seems set on having me stay here until at least October. So there goes my plans for going to Job Corps in 1-2 months (in the event that shit doesn't work out, job wise).

Argh, decisions. I'd go back to playing GunZ (lawl, ijji games and lawl gameguard), but my wrist is sore from like 5 hours of going at it.

So that's it for my update. Adieu.

*facepalm*

2007
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HA HA. Well I hate to see other people being right, but looks like I won't even be able to follow up on either job!

Oh god yes, and I'm completely yippie fucking skippie about this. Not like I wasn't actually looking forward to having a semi-reputable job once in a while that's not goddamn fast food.

But no, looks like everything I can find isn't local enough. Not to mention that all the local shit won't be nearly as much money as the other jobs I have to pass up.

God damnit, why can't anyone in my family be useful enough to actually help me do what I want to do? But fuck it. I don't mind being a cook's assistant. Or a Floor technician. Cause, y'know, that's almost the same amount of money an insurance representative makes, right?

Fucking christ, my whole family is goddamn useless. Both sides, and 2/3 generations. Especially the ones who give advice. Cause, it's not like I (a) don't know what I'm doing, and (b) listened to you the first time you talked shit about your goddamn ex wife's family. Seriously Todd, shut the fuck up. You're a useless, bitter old bastard who doesn't have anything constructive to input while you're waiting to shuffle off the mortal coil. Why don't you give me suggestions about things I can do then what Kim can't? Or you can just quit wasting time and hurry up and fucking die so I can have your stuff. And mom, I've talked to people about Job Corps. Ray isn't the only one who went. I think I know how it works, thanks. I don't live out in the fucking sticks, you know.

Fuck.

HOMICIDES DAD RESPONDS: If you don't like the facts, stop asking for advice you don't want anyway. I don't know your capabilities - if any - and it's not up to me to get your lazy arse motivated. You're supposedly smarter than I am; you've said so. You don't need anyone.

As for dying, I'm not going without a fight. As for my belongings, keep up the attitude, and I'll not only write my will, I'll leave you out of it.

I'm not the only one who appears to be a compleat waste of skin...

HOMICIDE RESPONDS: HA HA HA, YOUR WISHES MEAN NOTHING WHEN YOU AREN'T AROUND TO BACK THEM UP, OLD MAN.

Also, I never asked you for advice. I just told you what's going on. Contrary to unpopular belief, that does not entitle you to give me your input. I, like most of the other people you interact wth on a daily basis, wouldn't ask you for anything unless I could find a book to tell me how to do it better.

HOMICIDE DAD RESPONDS: Then you're on your own.

HOMICIDE RESPONDS: OH SNAP THIS SEEMS TO BE A NEW, UNEXPECTED SET OF CIRCUMSTANCE. HOWEVER WILL I COPE? BAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

2007
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Fact:
My father once broke a pool pump to avoid having to do anything with the pool. (I've heard about this before too)
My mom once left all the kids by ourselves in a trailer while she went out and did whatever. (And the person who got out the hell out of there got the cops called on him)

2007
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Also, Doug got me a job. And then I dicked around and got fired after working for 3 days. Go me! After applying to every fucking thing in town, the one place I never thought of took me (lol buffet), and I shat on them. I'm definately working towards the future. Although Joyce trying to guilt me or whatever didn't fucking help. Just pissed me off. Yes, Joyce, I want you to get your old ass up and drive me to an overpass so I can sleep under it. Cause you can barely get out of bed without dying, god knows what would happen if you tried to leave the house. >_<

So I'm trying to figure something out. There's a Checkers around here, and I almost liked the job towards the end. Since my old boss fired me in the stupidest way possible (lol no write-up), I'm probably eligible for rehire. I could call his old ass and ask, but I'd probably just say "Lol, you're old" and hang up, mostly because it's lulzier. Who knows, i could just find out the old fashioned way anyway.

Lately, video games are pretty much my only boredom killer. 7chan is being all bullshitty lately, and everyone else is almost equally retarded. So, why not play a game or two?

2007
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Every time I move, I move into drama. I should have stayed at Liz's.

2007
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It's looking increasingly likely that I will actually be going to Job Corps in October.

Also, my birthday is next Tuesday. Yay, 20.

I want a DS D:

Birthday was yesterday.
I feel like I've reached a boring milestone.
Turning 20 is like driving out to where Utah, Arizona, New Mexico, and Colorado meet, but not as interesting. Or touristy.
Gifts: Cash, cigarettes, prepaid cell phone card, 1 anchovy pizza, and a cake that would make most hedonists go buddhist.

Still looking for work.
Still alive.
Camel Signatures (Mellow) ain't too bad.

Bored as shit.
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Nothing much happening here.
Then again, it's Volusia. Nothing does.
Kim's been out for a couple weeks, Joyce took me job hunting once.
Waiting on a new cell phone to come in the mail since my old one went through the lawnmower or something and got fucked up hard.
Is it bad that I sleep till 2pm?
Nah, probably not.

I don't really have much to say. I just summed up the entire last 2 or 3 weeks. I can't really tell. They all blend together.

Today was halloween or something.

All I know is I woke up an hour ago and have a bag of 63 tootsie roll pops (-1) to myself for the next month or so.

This is not preferable to being employed, but it's close.

If still no job is acquired by the end of this year (seriously, I've been here since fucking July) then I'm out of here and going to Clermont and taking that assistant manager position I should have taken at Subway.

Other than that, nothing important.


So now all that matters is that I get looking good and sharp tomorrow and I should have a job that I can almost enjoy.

And bringing my d20's along in case I need to make a bluff roll or two, but I think my persuasive feat will take care of any problems.


I got to Best Buy about 5 minutes before my interview.
I'd have definitely preferred to be there earlier, but I caught a break, because they were just starting someone else's interview.
I'm not the type to wish someone badly (read: lies) but I hope I'm found to be more qualified.
I basically embellished a little bit, but that's pretty much necessary.
Only problem is, with the amount of effort I put in, I might actually be disappointed if I don't get hired.
I feel good about it though, so that counts for something.

Kim picked up her laptop while I was there, and I talked her into picking up a mouse for it (it took her about 10 minutes to get sick of the touchpad too) and a wireless router.
Seems wireless networks follow me around.
Everything is set up and working fine, and now I r on shared internets.
Also, Vista is gay enough to suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

When I get my laptop, I'm dual-booting XP and Ubuntu. That's how I roll.

2007
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Best Buy hath ignored me! This is an affront to my senses.
Tis no bother, for come the end of this year, I shalt move (again) and secure my job in Clermont.

Oh, internet, you bring me so much joy. It's like a library, TV, and movie theater that doesn't require you to pay for anything if you don't have to. Kinda like real life, just with less touching things. But I digress.

Today was a sad day for my relationship with the internet. Apparently, some wikipedia wannabes have started their own wiki called EncyclopediaDramatica, which targets and makes fun of some very serious things that even I don't agree with. From theories about Jewish people being responsible for the September 11th attacks to making fun of dead people, they somehow manage to offend everyone. Even their limited video game reviews are completely negative and not even worth reading.

No wonder more people are assholes. There's designated breeding areas for them.

Meh, I'm not in the mood. Maybe more later.


I got my christmas presents.

But I don't think imma 'posed to tell~ :3

I will give you the satisfaction of knowing I've already broken an expenisve battery.

And what I was trying to do is now much easier that I've waited a day.

If I could even do it anymore.

But no, I need an expensive battery.

2007
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I WISH MY FUCKING FAMILY WOULD BE AS COOL AS THE PEOPLE WHO ARE TERCNICALLY FAMILY BUT NOT QUITE AS TIGHT ASSED.

GOD DAMNIT, MY IMMEDIATE FAMILY IS SOME PSYCHO HILLBILLY WOMAN, SOME MORMON REJECT WITH TOO MANY COMPLEXES TO LIST, A FLAKE, A CUNT, AND ME. I THINK I GOT THE BEST DEAL.

BUT IN ALL SERIOUSNESS... I FORGOT WHAT POINT I WAS GOING TO MAKE HERE, IF ANY.

YOU'RE ALL FAGS. ESPECXIALLY MY PENIS IMPARIED FATHER. HEY HOLLY HOW ARE TODD'S PICKLED TESTICLES HA HA HA HA HA.

SEE IT'S FUNNY BECAUSE I IMPLIED THAT THEY'RE IN A JAR AND NOT IN HIS PERSON LIKE HE WOULD LIKE US ALL TO BELIEVE.

BUT WE KNOW ABOUT HIS OPINIONS ABOUT WOMEN BECAUSE EVERY TIME HE ROLEPLAYS ONE HE IS PRETTY MUCH DESTINED TO BE A CUNT.

WHICH, HONESTLY, HE IS. I MEAN, THIS IS DRUNKEN HONESTY. TODD, YOU'RE 2 OPERATIONS AND $12K SHORT OF BEING A CUNT. GOD DAMNIT.

FOR THE RECORD, AFTER THIS MOVE, NOBODY IN MY FAMILY WILL BE CONTACTING ME, EXCEPT MAYBE MY FATHER WHO MIGHT OCCASIONALLY SEE ME BUT THAT WILL CHANGE SHORTLY. AFTER THAT, IT'S JUST ME AN MY GODDAMN WOMAN, WHO HAS GIVEN ME MORE DISCERNABLE LOVE THAN ANYONE OF YOU FUCKING FAGS COULD EVER HOPE TI MAKE ME REALIZE.

JESUS CHRIST IF YOU'VE EVER SAT AND WONDERED WHY I'M SO FUCKED UP TO BE SHOOTING FIRE OUT OF MY FACE AND MAKING FUN OF BLACK PEOPLE (NO IM NOT RACIST BUT THE INTERNET SAYS RACISM IS FUNNY AND I AGREE) THEN MAYBE YOU FUCKING REJECT SHOULD LOOK AT YOURSELVES.

NO DISRESPECT TO MY SIBLINGS CAUSE THEY CAN'T HELP IT, I WAS THE LUCKY ONE WHO GOT PERSONALITY AND A BACKBONE. THEN AGAIN, RAY WILL GO PLACE BACSUE'S HE A FUCKING PUSSY. BETH (FUCK BETHANY, IT'S TOO MANY SYLLABLES) IS TOO MUCH OF A CUNT TO EVER, EVER HAVE HOPE OF EVEN SEEING A PENIS SO IT'S PROBABLY OKAY THAT SHE'S STILL DEBATING HER SEXUALITY.

I AM NOT AN ANGRY DRUNK, I JUST BOTTLE ALL THIS SHIT UP INSIDE. THAT IS WHY I YELL AT MOTHERFUCKERS I DON'T KNOW. FUCK THEM TOO.

Everyone aside from the D&D groups is a fucking waste.

Except for my woman, of course. She's the only reason I'm able to cope with an existance that would otherwise be meaningless.

AND DON'T FUCKING TRY TO READ BETWEEN ANY LINES. THERE ARE NO LINES. DO NOT LOOK AT KATE MOSS. YOU ARE KATE MOSS.


2008
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So I'm totally chilling in one of those apartments meant for Full Sail students for about 2 weeks. It's nice and has wireless out the shitter.

Almost makes me want to go to college.



Huzzah! Good news.

In a week, I'll be working at the Subway on Horatio and Orlando (read: orange) Ave. Possibly 2. This is good, because I'm sick of having to ride for like A FUKKEN HOUR to get to work. And the turnpike sucks dicks lately.

Also, upon my move, I may in fact be managing this store. There's that prestige get I was talking about a while back. Damn prestige lag. Musta been like a billion seconds. Hur.

And I'm gonna be off this Saturday. Herp derp. So yeah. Needs moar DnD. I TOLD U I WAS HARDCORE.

But that is all. Time to internet until I pass out from some sort of aneurysm. HUZZAH.




Herf. This is one of those times where I sort of fill the gap in between srs LJ posts to let people know what the fuck I am doing.

These have a tendency to occur when I'm fairly drunk, so bear with me. I got a little Captain in me.

I don't remember where I left off, so I'll just start summing it up. During my workings at Subway (in before make me a sammich) I met this girl Ely. She's alright (no I am not banging her, much to my dismay) and when I was experiencing housing-related issues, she conned her boyfriend into letting me move in with them in their 1-bedroom in Winter Park.

That was about 2 months ago. I recently left that Subway (however, I am not above resuming work there in the AM-ish since that is when the bus runs) and am seeking other employment opportunities. 7-11 is still high on my list of choices, as -- fuck it, let's be honest -- it seems like a cool job when you really wanna work there for no reason. The girlfriend is annoyed about this, as apparently 7-11 careers carry a high risk of FULL BODY DISEMBERMENT and other such hassles, but I don't give a fuck at this point. If I die, whoops.

In other regards, I am almost partying like someone my age should be. Past couple days, I've met some cool folks and got wasted with them, and the lesbian next door didn't get me pancakes, which I really wanted, but I was so high and drunk that anything besides sleep was pretty much unappealing. My social life is expanding to at least the floor below me, and that's actually working out because half the poor fucks stuck here are a lot like me, except the asshole 2 doors down (DOOD U GOTTA FUK THE GRRL U LIVE WIF), but he's the only issue, since he almost got me killed that night too. Another story for another time.

But yeah, for you people who were wondering about me, I'm fine. So stop it and find something better to waste your time on. I'm the least fucked up (and the most too) person to be shunted out of my mother's unspeakables in the past 20 years, and I'll manage just fine.

But since I am loaded, it's time for me to take a cheap shot at Todd, mostly because it's easy and also because he;s making me look bad by proxy.

HEY DAD, IF YOU'RE GONNA BITCH ABOUT YOUR FAGGOT D&D CHARATCERS BEING RETCON'D THEN DON'T WRITE SOME FAGGOT STORY EVEN WORSE THAN SAILOR NOR WHERE YOU RETCON EVERYONE ELSE LIKE SOME SORT OF SAD NEARLY 50-YEAR-OLD HYPOCRITE, CAUSE YOU KNOW I HAVE THE ABILITY TO FIND IT, READ IT, DIE ON THE INSIDE A LITTLE, AND POSSIBLY DISTRIBUTE IT AMONG PEOPLE YOU'VE PISSED OFF SO THEY CAN LAUGH AT YOU.

ALSO, IT'S MANEUVERING. THERE IS NO GOD DAMN O. JESUS CHRIST, NOT ONLY DOES THE CAPTAIN OF THE SHIP NOT KNOW HOW TO SPELL MANEUVERING, YOU'RE LIKE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO SAY SOME WORDS WITH A BRITISH ACCENT TO SOUND MORE CLASSY, YET SOMEHOW YOU FAIL IN A MANNER THAT IS ONLY TRUE TO YOURSELF. IF THAT MAKES ANY SENSE, THEN IT SHOULDN'T.

Also mom, I'm fine except for that I could probably use about $200 that I know you don't have, so mentioning it is LOL POINTLESS.

And for anyone else who cares, I didn't mention you by name so stop giving a fuck (hep and whoever else on my friends list is awesome though).

2008
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Not much to say here.
(Also, I'm sober so this will be a short post)

I'm at a point in my life where I need to either score some humility or start firebombing places.
I don't know that I have the energy for either.
Although... But I digress.

The Subway thing bit me in the ass, but I was unsurprised enough that I can safely say I saw it coming.
So now it's time to go peruse the local job markets!
It's like growing grass on asphalt.
ASPHALT MADE OF MAGMA.
So... it's looking grim. Time to wing it.

Other than that, I dunno.
I'll be around

2008
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It is cold. Snow sucks.
Holly, I never said I'm going to Job Corps, but if you must know I was not accepted. Thanks for making me feel better about myself.
Now leave me alone.

2009
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Whoa, it's that guy.

So things are going. School is boring, but it's free so I have no real reason to complain.

Snow is annoying, people suck, staff around here are jerks, internet is massively MASSIVELY restricted so I just now found a way to get on this shit, etc.

Other than that, fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.

Salutations to the people I enjoy talking to. That is all.

~A

Oh, if anyone wants to call me or text (the latter is free for this month) my new number is 407-590-6313. If I don't want to talk to you, I'll answer and hang up once I realize who you are. HURP.

2009
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I have a job.

Carpenter's apprentice.
Gonna be learning how to / work(ing) on the AMway center parking garage.
Likely hours:

Work is very...

Workful. I have no complaints. Enjoy waiting until next Friday where I my post will be mostly about how ballin' I am with all that money in my hand that won't last.

2010
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HOMICIDE DAD:

If you wish to be disowned and never acknowledged whilst either of us still live, please say so. Choose wisely, as it will take place immediately, and irrevocably. And you know me well enough to know that I make no idle threats.

At least when I play the poseur, I do it convincingly. As for naming a car, if you had the slightest clue, you'd realise it's a "guy thing." As for comforting you, please remember it's not and never was about you in the first place. I was calling Nicola.

As you so quaintly put it, get over yourself. I have more important concerns.

HOMICIDE DAD:

This is my final word on the subject.

I don't know where you get the idea we're competing; our lives are as different as can be. If he has a problem with how I come off here, it's no skin off him. If he's embarrassed - I can't see how - that his dad's a poser, all he has to do is ignore it.

Instead, he has to expose my "failings" as a father and human being because he doesn't approve of something I do. As though I need his permission. I'm not asking for respect from him - he thinks I don't deserve it, and never have - but some common courtesy would be nice. My son doesn't do nice, and he has some nerve to call me out. If all he can to is rant at me when he's drunk - which seems quite often - he needs a new hobby, and there's no way I could ever be right in his eyes.

We all play roles of one kind or another and it leaves you open to criticism. I won't change to make him happy, and he won't let it happen.

I personally believe it has to do with abandonment issues when he was 7, but he'll deny it to make me look foolish. It seems to be his crusade.

As for the threat, I don't make them. If Alan wants to play the game, he has to accept the penalties, and I will disown him. I don't have to take abuse from anyone, let alone my son, and when he gets over the idea that I somehow owe him something, we'll talk. But I wouldn't bet on it.

Oh, and I can "do American", I just don't see the point.

2010
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Oh, it seems I've gone and hurt feelings again. Let me give you folks a little back story on this whole 'me-and-my-dad' thing.

We're both jerks.
Normally, not entirely unforeseen that we (or at least I) would go out of our way to deliberately annoy the other person as retribution for making each other feel pretty ridiculous at times for being related to them. Me, I (somewhat) publicly mock and deride him (nobody reads this shit anyway) for things he does that make me go 'what the fuck.' Yes, with a period. There's more behind the cut.

For instance, in my prior drunken rant (scroll down if you want, if you can see this, you can see the other one.), I harped on somewhat coherently about my amusement at his penchant for spelling words such as 'tire' and 'maneuver' in a fashion the resembles the Queen's English. It's really quite amusing, and gives me an easy shot. Several, in fact. The fact that I've chosen this aspect to single out over his many, many mistakes over the years, in regards to parenting, life planning, and general courtesy, should say something.

Now, in some sort of attempt to find out exactly what he is doing with this whole 'moving' business (don't ask me why I care.), I came across an 'open note' to myself, which, I assume, is the result of that aforementioned rant:

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Now, then, an open note to [info]divineiq.

I don't know what it is that compels you to "out" me, but make no mistake that there will be no consequences. It's not up to you to "set the record straight." It's none of your bloody business how I choose to portray myself in whatever venue. You have no right to "correct" my behaviour, boy, and I won't stand for it. If you continue, I will publicly disown you, and pretend you never came into existence. Ray and Beth will be the only children I'll acknowledge. If you believe you're so great, why aren't you better off?

This is my final word on the subject. Trash or out me again, and you'll find yourself out in the cold. No help of any kind will be forthcoming from me; my siblings and parents can do as they please, but I won't lift a finger on your behalf. As I replied, choose wisely, as it will be irrevocable and immediate. I don't make idle threats, and I refuse to tolerate this open display of insecurity disguising itself as superiority. I don't expect you to honour me as scripture demands, but I don't deserve this immature schoolboy behaviour. If you have anything to prove, it's to yourself. I have nothing to prove to you or anyone, and I shan't be baited again.
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Now, I'm just the belle of the ball over this. Let's dissect this, point by point.
1. I've never claimed to be doing anything by this that I'd honestly remember when sober. I'm about 85% sure that I'm doing this to troll you. I recall it being pretty funny at the time. Also "out" implies that one is in the closet. I lol'd.
2. When people remember I'm your kid, I have to hear "God, what is wrong with that guy?" and I am not a goddamn technical support line. You got yourself thrown out of a D&D group for this a combination of gristle and arrogance, no matter your protests to the contrary. How come it works for me?
3. Disowning is cliché. Like, hardcore. And I don't think you're anyway where near emotionally invested enough to make that anything more than an idle threat, in my eyes. Thanks for all the help you gave me growing up, fucker. I'm gonna shed many tears. And then do funny malicious things that this last shred of respect I have for you prevent me from doing. And, still bother you from time to time because you're bound to forget occasionally. :D
4. What help? You haven't helped me for shit.Well, you might once have taken me to get a learner's permit when I was 19. Man, that was the best day of my life, let me tell you.
5. I'm only proving that I'm clever and witty. I just have a good platform to work from. Sorry, you're that guy.

Also my spell check is going apeshit about those U's that you surreptitiously jammed into words. But if you insist, I'll go ahead and ease off, since you have so little going on for you that my words sting. Whenever you decide to cut me off, go ahead and send me a post. I'll be sure to send you a letter back covered in my sweet, sweet tears.

Now that that's out of the way, I think we'll exit the cut.

Also, wake/memorial/housewarming today. I can't predict how long I'll be able to deal with condolences. Good thing my door locks. My HDTV is the only one who understands me. Dunno, don't have much else going on. Still need work. >:(

2010
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Herp. Jobs keep you waiting nowadays.

Walmart - Meat Department.

I'm a meat handler.

Gay.

2010
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Subject makes no sense. Google it. Turn your speakers up all the way. And your bass. Fuck yeah.

I just realized that I've been sorely lacking in my internet duties in lieu of working fucked hours. I'd screenshot my schedule, but I don't like opening Word 2010 because it's all yellow and faggoty in places. But suffice to say, I've had days where I leave at 10pm and come in at 8am the next morning. This is somewhat offset by FUCK YEAH HALF DAY and then a day off. It's still only part time; I'm probably about 2/3 of the way through my 90-day probationary period. Can't get steady days off worth a fuck either. Only reason I'm still up is cause I go in at 5:30 post-meridian tomorrow today.

Also, it's fucking hot out. Jesus fuck, I have to ride my bike 40 minutes to work, up Kirkman (largish street; don't be confused, Marcy) and that includes 2 overpasses, usually around 1:30pm. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF. I need to get a scooter or something, but I don't have the funds available at the moment. MAN I WISH PEOPLE WOULD LIKE CONTRIBUTE TO THIS, but then I'd probably be sitting on a chunk of cash that would turn into pot and booze after not long enough for me to even compliment it with my own paycheck, so fuck that.

Other than that, it's almost like I'm an independent adult at this point, 'cept I'm just floating the bare minimum rent. I dunno how Nick is getting bills paid. I'd be off my rocker by now. Moses cunt, my life is complicated. I hope for some promotions in my future. Even if it's just to full-time. That would be incredibly beneficial, seeing as I've technically not made more money working at any other job over the past 6 years (unless you count Army land, but that was a fluke).

This is getting too long and I'm running out of energy. I think that will be all.


Also I had to set the date on my computer back 6 years because mIRC was bitching at me about some expired trial horse shit... Apostle gayrape.

2010
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Things are happening. Nothing out of the ordinary. Had a pretty fun night out at Digo's, which took my mind off some things.

AC in the house is fucking up. This is not fun. It's 91º and it's on full blast.

2010
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In about 10 minutes I can start getting dressed and then head out for my 40 minute bike ride that's still gonna make me sweat my ass off even though the sun isn't even gonna be completely out. All this to go to a job I hate - and have to spend 80% of my time looking over my shoulder to make sure some manager isn't standing around waiting for me to fuck up in whatever way meets Wal-Mart's fucked criteria for firing people. Believe me, it's apparently not much. They go through managers like toilet paper, assuming they can get to them before they figure out that their job ain't worth 30¢ more than I make for about 30x the bullshit. Really, I'm one of the lucky ones, since I haven't been fired yet. Can't wait to see what kind of tool my new manager is. Hell, maybe he'll speak english too. That would be great, cause my Spanish sucks.

2010
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Work sucks, I probably won't get any/all of the upcoming bonus.
Means my scooter fund remains roughly $0 until I get my tax return in.
I have to work on thanksgiving. I'm gonna make French toast for dinner, either that night or whenever I can be bothered to do it.
I'm drinking. Can't feel much.
Cat is bogarting the ottoman, but he's all cute. He's getting old too. Another great thing to look forward to. At least his hair is coming back in.

My life is an exercise in repetition without insanity. The same shit always happens, and I'm not surprised. Do I wish it would go differently? Yes. Will it happen? No.

I give up.

2010
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homicide: The fuck is the matter with me?

Not much going on at the moment. Lost my job, that's always fun. Moved out of where I was staying and attempted to get my dad to move in there since it would benefit him and Nick, but apparently that fell through due to lack of movement. Now, I'm forced to crawl back home to Clearwater with my tail between my legs and hope that I can manage to not fuck it all up and leave me with exactly zero options. Here are the facts:

Something has to give. I just hope it gives in my favor for a change. This string of bad luck is pretty downing. Not to mention I've already driven away the only real meaningful relationship I've managed to have in the past few years. As dissatisfied as I am with who I used to be, I never thought I'd be so disappointed in who I am now. I was hoping to be doing better. I should be doing better. I think I need to take a look at myself and my priorities once I have time. But for now, I gotta establish something to work from.

2011

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Old business first. The work situation hasn't come to any sort of fruition. Either I look like scum on paper, or nobody's hiring on-line applicants that aren't willing to indulge in scams. I need to go and put out apps in person, sleep schedule be damned. I'm gonna have to marathon this tonight. No bones about it. I wish I could wait until tomorrow (tonight) to do this, but I can't seem to unfuck my problem of sleeping past noon, and employers like early risers.

2011
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Working on signing up for classes. FAFSA's gotten approved and I took the TABE (think watered-down CPT) so all that's left for me to do it get my ID/license sorted out and then go yap at the guy about the course. If I get super lucky, I'll be able to get started on April 5th. I'm not really holding my breath on that though.

2011
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2012

Suddenly, March.

Same old same old is happening, I got my A+ stuff in the mail, debating going out and using it to work somewhere.

Maybe I'll hang out with my lady friend over spring break, maybe not. Don't have much gas. Or money. Gay.

I'm out.