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I wouldn't call him god, but I LOVE his music. I was actually about to put a couple lines from his latest hit in my signature...

I am still amazed by what I can find on there.

Sugar Baby Love, by the Rubettes As heard in this video of "straight" guys kissing.

I'm more disgusted with the fact that there are politicians in office in Florida who would much rather spend and exhorbitant sum of money on toilets that prevent sex (instead using taxpayer's money, like my dad since he helps my moms mom out, and she lives in Ft. Lauderdale) just because it continues to soil the reputation of my birthplace (I was born in Boynton Beach, FL). Must be all those damnable puddle jumpers...

Back on the more interesting topic... I don't know about the staked or ants part, but I'll pay for shipping nude pictures of Menzo here!

Hear's one! I'm blonde and made the same mistake, except I was outside the car and had a legitimate reason to believe otherwise (morning after a snow/ice storm).

This is true. The trouble is that hackers want splash damage. Since Windows is the most common OS, there are more virus', trojans, and worms for it.

I had one of those incidents... it was the morning after a really bad snow/ice storm, and my dad and I were outside cleaning the snow off of the driveway. I needed to move my car out to the street so that I could clean the foot of snow off of it and onto to the street to let the city clean up, so I got to work clearing one of the doors to get inside. I cleaned off the front passenger-side door, and pulled on the handle. The handle moved without fail, but the door remained closed. I said to myself, "Shit, the doors frozen shut." So I started pulling harder, nothing. I crammed my fingers in between the top of the door and the roof of the car and tried to separate the door from the body... nothing. If I didn't care about the paint or the finish, then I would have put my foot on the rear door for more leverage. After trying and trying and trying for several minutes, a light bulb went on. Normally, people lock their cars when going in for the night. I reached into my pocket, and hit the unlock button on the RKE, and heard the "click" of the door lock sound inside the car. The door then opened with ease. I said "well, I loosened it..." to no one in particular as I got inside the car and crawled over the center console to move the car. Another embarrassing story happened to my roommate when he went to California with a few people over winter break. He'd eaten a mix of something that people had warned him not to eat... mushroom soup and some seafood dish IIRC. On the cab ride back to the hotel, the inevitable happened... he opened the window and proceeded to spew that meal all over the city street. It doesn't end there! The cab driver asked if he should pull over, and my roommate said "no, I"m fine." A minute later his head was back out the window and spewing again... onto a Porsche! Everyone in the backseat was roaring with laughter and his girlfriend gave the pissed cabbie an extra tip.

WOOHOO!

What? I wasn't blowing things up... honest!

Time to expend the goods that I smuggled into the state! LOL I read an article yesterday that state cops were waiting across the border to pull over anyone that they knew had fireworks in their car... it's illegal to possess, use, and transport fireworks in NJ.

I've seen that floating around on My Space, so I anticipated number 12. Additionally, while some of them were true, they were for a number of people, so I would equate this list with something of an infatuation-meter. Most of the time I just found myself struggling to find someone who would fit a particular sign and came up empty.

As far as kindness goes, I subscribe to the golden rule... "Treat others as you wish to be treated." By the same token, I subscribe the obsidian rule (totally made up just now), "Treat others as they treat you." If someone is nasty to me, then they should expect no less from me. Meanwhile people who are kind to me can only expect kindness in return. Take for example two different customers that I had today. One of them was a raging c**t, and so she was the recipient of crisp, hard answers and a venomous tone. I don't care if I am not to treat customers that way, I am not paid enough to be kicked around by some cuntsack who flunked out of 3rd grade math! The second customer came right after the asshole, and at the end of the transaction she smiled and said. "MUCH more pleasant, eh?" I couldn't have agreed more! I've noticed that I've practiced the golden rule in various degrees with certain people who I interact with on a day to day basis. There is a woman in at the courtesy counter who typically appears to be a in a sour mood, and rightly so. Honestly if all you did was deal with returns and irate customers, wouldn't you have a poor outlook as well? Not too long ago I made it a point to make her feel appreciated by smiling and saying hi whenever I saw her, and saying goodnight as either I or her came off of my or her shift. Since paychecks are always dispensed from the courtesy desk, I would sometimes strike up a conversation with her as I got my paycheck and ask her how she was doing, and share tales of raging c**t customers. She has a few good ones, including someone who wanted to return an item, but had neither the receipt, nor the tag, nor the item itself. Seriously... anyway I have found that in the months that I have done these things, she seems to be a very pleasant person, and she now takes the time greet me as well. I don't know if this is because I am always nice to her, or some other facet of her life outside of work, but it's nice to know that even sour people can have very good sides to them if you take the time to uncover them. Is the world devoid of kindness? No. Is kindness lost in only certain areas of the globe? No. People do all kinds of things for one reason or another and I honestly believe that the question of kindness and reciprocity was originally raised because everyone needs a reason to be kind, even if it is only because someone was kind to them or they are seeking a kind interaction with someone.

What of those who are stuck chasing their tails?

What if we don't know what we are? (some tell me I'm gay... I just don't believe it) Anyway, the only one I am not in the majority for is the dominant hand.

I found out a few years ago that my dad tried to force me to be right-handed... until my mom stepped in and stopped it, since doing that is supposedly damaging.

It goes hand-in-hand with that left-handed thread! Hehe, I had to.

I'm left-handed... It should be noted that left-handed people are not as few as many people think. I had a customer the other day who noticed that I was left-handed, and made the comment that when she was young she only knew right-handed people, but nowadays she knows more left-handed people than right.

Join the club. I believe we have chapters in both Texas and England, check your local yellow pages.

Was that the one with the ending scene where the two boys are slow dancing, and the one boys mother has a glass of wine and dances with the boys psychotic female friend? I'm not sure but I think someone was insulting a womans manner of dress, which was weird since boys aren't supposed to be fashion critics (waits for the bashing to start, lol). If that's the one, then I saw it a year and a half ago. The only gay movies I've seen are that one and Brokeback.

Since I don't have that kind of a significant other, I'll use my best friend Trish. The first time that we met where we spoke to each other was in 7th grade science class. We sat at the same table, which was away from my then girlfriend who was in the same class LOL. That was a HORRIBLE class. For starters, we were partnered for a large project that we only got 80% completed, and I was caught cheating from her book once (I couldn't help it, I lost my damn book!). I failed that quarter, but made up for it the next quarter. We didn't really start talking again until we had Spanish 3 together in high school, sophomore year. We became real good friends and I suppose we sorta dated the summer between sophomore and junior year. The only reason for that was because a few of the other people in the class all but MADE me ask her out. They had to, because the relationship problems I have now existed then as well. We didn't see each other at all that summer because she was always working, so it came as no surprise that when school picked up again, we decided to just let it go. We started talking again during Senior year. I can't remember if that was because we had Physics together or if we just gravitated to each other at some point that year. We've been the best of friends since then. Our only troubles are when she drops hints that she wants to date again. I don't want to because I don't want it to interfere with my schoolwork or hers (I'm an engineer, and she wants to be a doctor). That, and I don't know what I want. It's complicated, so I won't make anyone wrap their minds around it... I prefer to just set it all aside so I can continue with what needs to be done to get my degrees.

Note to self: Don't get involved with a lawyer. It's enough that my roommate is a criminal justice major...

Couple things made me smile today. 1. The roar of my engine through its new open-cone air intake system at 3,000-6500 RPM as I passed a concrete highway divider on the interstate. The sound of pure, unadulterated muscle (yeah, it's only six cylinders, sue me... not you Mark LOL) being reverberated back to me always makes me smile, no matter how gray it is outside (and it was pouring today!). 2. My manager (the cute one) telling me that he was taking me out of the shoe department for the rest of the day. 3. The news reaching my eyes that General Motors is going full-steam with their real-wheel-drive plan. 4. Successfully discovering an answer of zero to the Wronskian of three y-terms. (Differential Equations homework)

Ouch, lol. I had a wonderful dinner tonight! A large #1 with cheese and a Dr. Pepper from Burger King, LOL.

My gaydar has worked only twice in my lifetime. The first time was to point at the one other guy on my dorm floor who was bi-sexual, and he was VERY fey. The other time was when I met one of the managers at my store for the first time, Jerry. He had a touch of fey, so I just guessed. I found out a month later that he has a boyfriend. Also, two weeks ago he and another supervisor were regaling those who cared with tales of a Gay Pride event in New Hope recently, including some game where the winner won a cock clock (clock in the shape of a rooster). Other than that, I throw wood at all the hot guys. There's one who has been to the store the past two days that I worked... he's just right, incredibly cute, but not so much that he doesn't have a brain.