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I'm afraid I don't understand what it is that you are suggesting. In fact, I think you're high as kite. Are you saying I should prance around the court in my underpants?

Kevin, I work near a Panera. My store is a few units down from the local Panera, with a diamond store, tanning salon, and Coldstones in between. I almost don't bother going to Panera sometimes just because those three stores sicken me to no end. You call that lite? If I have to fend for myself, it's either going to be fast food, restaurant, or whatever's in the freezer that can be heated in 20 minutes or less. I've actually upgraded my eating habits since moving from the dorms to the apartments... I have included oven-heated foods as well!

My area as well... my mind is the same way

I'm waiting for the article that says the FFA (Flamingo Family Association) is moving to pass bills to prohibit the adoption. LOL sorry, had to.

The trouble with that is most people cannot go on without a label of some sort. It goes back to the old saying, "If you're not somebody then you're nobody." Labels also have a strong backing in pride. Graeme mentioned that he's proud to be Australian even though he doesn't really fit the stereotype. I'm proud to be 25% German, even though I've never left North America. I'm also proud to be a Florida cracker, even though I moved to NJ in 1996. If you don't have a label, then chances are that most anyone who crosses your path will be confused as to who you really are. I could say to someone, "I'm me!" and they would most likely try to give me a label according to my appearance... be it "blonde", "lurch" (don't ask), "maniac" (driving), or some other label. IMHO, labels are a good thing such that they give many people a sense of belonging. After all, if you are you, then where does you belong? Yes, labels can be a bad thing, but only when they are used by single-minded people whose only intent is to hurt another person by calling them "fag", "nigger", "chink", "ginny", "Paris Hilton", etc.

Jupiter, Florida... you bastard. lol j/k 2004+ are ok, but I'm willing to bet that the 2008 redo will be 1000x better.

My idea is a lot easier than those... do you have a Chili's in the area? My family went out to eat while I was working, so they got me a burger to go. It was a nice change of pace from the Panera that I've been having for the past week... damn store always wants me to close so my dinner is always from Panera Bread and always eaten in the break room... ugh.

98-03? I'd be more relieved than depressed... a friend of mine in college says it's always a good day when her 98 starts, lol. Speaking of playing doctor... I played doctor many many times with an old old friend and his brother. Let's just say that the 'service' was impeccable I often wonder if he turned out sexually as I had... and where he is in life now. My family moved to NJ when we were nine, and his family moved up north to Jupiter not long after. We lost contact inside of a couple of years after I moved. I think the last time I saw him was when his father dropped me off of the hotel my family was staying at on a vacation... I remember it only because I was bitten by mosquitoes at the baseball game we went to that night, as well as by the baseball I stole, hehe. I also remember having jelly beans on the brain, as his dad had a jelly bean at the time (we affectionately refer to Ford Taurus's as jelly beans, lol).

I've got work, and uh... work! Oh and more WORK. It looks like I'll be having only one no-work weekend this summer, and that's only because I requested to not have hours that weekend.

*Thinks really hard* I honestly don't think I have anything to confess... I have only one real secret, which isn't a secret at all here... Unless I say that I really don't know what my orientation is, or say that I honestly believe that my love life ended at birth since I refuse to contact people and refuse to leave my apartment. The most I do is hang around in the vicinity of people I have a glimmer of a crush on and hope that they say something... only one of them has and that was because we were in the same class last semester and his friend (who is now the fourth roommate of the cluster of girls that my roommates and I are friends with) took him to a thirsty thursday at my apartment without knowing at all that I lived there... I think. He also looks at me differently from other people, IDK. Well maybe I can confess something there... I'd been masturbating to a vision of him and I doing dirty things together maybe 10-20 minutes before he walked through the door. Does that count as confessing something? Hehe.

FYI: That depends on how much schooling they paid for you. If you went as far as simple certification and/or associate's, then they would have approximately six years of your life. If you went as far as a bachelor's, they would have twelve years of your life, meaning that what you did was perfectly sensible. Quality of life, however, is entirely circumstantial, as I can't imagine any branch of the military being any better than living paycheck to paycheck.

The biggest mistake I ever made so far (not much in 20 years) was wrecking my old Dodge. But, I've gotten over it. Which leads me to believe that the worst has yet to come... and that I am in the process of making my worst mistake, which involves the fact that as a Junior in college I have not yet had relations with any one person... not even a real kiss. I've had a few experiences, but I won't count them for anything. Now, being alone is something that I enjoy very much. Having said that, there is a very real difference between "alone" and "loneliness", which is not something that I look forward to, but is something that is inevitable. As for my best decision, I'm going to say that in my 20 years, such a decision probably yet to be made. Although, from a professional standpoint, I may have already made that decision -- sticking with my engineering major. All of the career tests that I have taken are telling me to stay the course, and so I am. The best lesson I have learned is one that I have already stated in another thread. It is, "The richest man is a pauper at times, when compared to the man with a satisfied mind."

I'm not sure about my true self, but I know I feel the most comfortable when I am completely alone. I'm at my happiest when either the house or the apartment is empty... almost like I'm in my own world where I can do as I please without reprisal. In fact, I keep all doors and windows closed and all blinds drawn, to keep the outside world from invading mine. Normally I get a little gay at these times and cruise GA, read stories, write, or watch QAF, lmao. The point is, anything that I do is done on my own terms and in my own time, which leads me to believe Johny Cash was infinitismally correct when he said, "The richest man is a pauper at times, when compared to the man with a satisfied mind." I hold those words to be very dear and true.

Desperado by The Eagles -- It sums me up pretty well... and I can imagine it getting to be too late. Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one I know that you got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow Don' you draw the queen of diamonds, boy She'll beat you if she's able You know the queen of heats is always your best bet Now it seems to me, some fine things Have been laid upon your table But you only want the ones that you can't get Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin' Your prison is walking through this world all alone Don't your feet get cold in the winter time? The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine It's hard to tell the night time from the day You're loosin' all your highs and lows Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away? Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? Come down from your fences, open the gate It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you You better let somebody love you, before it's too late.

I got the information from my roommate, who has many friends in Europe. In fact, he should be over there right now visiting them. Even if it isn't true, I think we can agree to some extent that laws of this nature should exist. Maybe not capital punishment, but something more than a tarnished driving record and fines! A friend of mine was the victim of a drunk driving accident, where the drunk driver of a large Dodge Ram literally leveled this guys Intrepid (sedan), killing his father in law instantly and leaving him with medical problems for the rest of his life. The drunk bastard came very close to getting off with little punishment... 6 months for vehicular manslaughter and a cash settlement were the worst, as a result from "having suffered enough mentally". My friend broke up with his fiance from this and left the state of Ohio altogether, being sick of the poor justice system that has no intention of serving the victims OR protecting the people.

Honestly, if GA isn't beating down my door and kidnapping me to use me in a sacrificial pit, mistaking me for livestock, then no one should be able use "ugly" as an excuse for not posting a picture. In fact, you'd be raising the standards here, what with the pictures I've posted...

That reminds me, I need to clean the windows on my car... residue from the PVC-made dash sitting in the hot sun is getting all over the inside of the windshield again. Sorry, off-topic. Anyway, what I saw in the mirror this time was someone who needs to dust off his acne meds again... I noticed that my face was bleeding while I was working today. Ew.

45 days in jail is a slap on the wrist for the shit this bitch thinks she can get away with. Drunk driving? I mentioned in the Gay News forums that a second offense for DUI in Bulgaria results in the arresting officer blowing your head off with a 12-gauge shotgun. Having said that, I believe that the US needs to adopt laws already put in place by our fellow planet-mates.

I would sooner call it admiration than I would a crush... but the earliest actor I remember admiring would have to be Tommy, the Green/White ranger from The Power Rangers. Hey, I was eight-years-old when I loved that show, sue me. I even went as the Green Ranger one halloween... my mom had the costume all sewed up, and then they changed him to the White Ranger, haha. Honestly, I don't think I have ever had a crush on a celebrity. Most of time they're just eye-candy, as I really do not know the personalities of any of them... I avoid the tabloids like the plague because I consider the privacy of the famous to be private. I had to write an essay on tabloids once where I needed to actually purchase a few and read them... I nearly threw up from reading... no joke, I tasted bile and had to lie down for a few hours in order to complete the assignment without destroying my laptop with stomach acids and such.

We'd all expect nothing less, I'm sure.

What, 1,000 posts isn't special enough anymore? I guess not since everyone and their grandmother has over 1,000 posts these days... myself excluded lol.

Sorry, don't have any pictures of my dog, Sammy, on the computer. If I get any, I'll post 'em... oh and he's a German Shepard mix. We don't know what he's mixed with but we think it's with Golden Retriever since he has a golden stripe down his back.

Look at it this way... if the kind citizens of GA haven't sent their PC's the way of V at the end of V for Vendetta in response to my pictures, then you should have no worries. Here's the MySpace picture that I took a little over a year ago. It's also my Facebook picture, and my friend Melissa yells at me constantly to change it simply because it's old And one of me before I got my hair cut. I cut my hair twice a year Now I think I should be fair and show you all my true colors... this is me without the costume:

I saw stray hairs on my chin... come to think of it I never look at my self in the mirror. Not for any real reason, I've just known whats been there for 20 years now, so I don't look at it too often.

Well I can see your night is going to be better spent than mine... I have the glorious task of reformatting my f**king hard drive... I'm treating myself to snackfood afterwards Have fun on the second date! I hear second dates are always a good sign