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Clipped a weird curb turning right onto an angled street - popped a tire and took a gouge out of the rim. Tire was a nice Continental with lots of life left in it too.

Im hungry as hell, but too tired to get out of bed to make anything. Ugghhhhh.

got squeezed into a embankment on one of the narrow mountain back roads i have to take for shortcuts when i'm making time over the hill to San Jose by some twat in a Mercedes and it appears to have made the steering a bit on the truck a bit more wonky. hopefully it's just a bit more play and not a big fulminating problem, because i really can't afford any more problems.

dubkitty wrote: hopefully it's just a bit more play and not a big fulminating problem, because i really can't afford any more problems.

Fingers crossed for you, man.

Woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck full of being sick. I've been hitting snooze since 9AM but have a presentation at my 6:30PM class then band practice. Looks like I'll be chugging Dayquil (ok, not literally, but y'know). FUUUUuuuuuUUUUUUUuuuuuuUUUUUUuuuuuck I can't even get out of bed. This suuuuuuucks.

snipelfritz wrote:Woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck full of being sick. I've been hitting snooze since 9AM but have a presentation at my 6:30PM class then band practice. Looks like I'll be chugging Dayquil (ok, not literally, but y'know). FUUUUuuuuuUUUUUUUuuuuuuUUUUUUuuuuuck I can't even get out of bed. This suuuuuuucks.

Gotta make sure you've got a solid robotrip before the presentation.

"And this is where they were went we did they came and then it was alright, so we yeah."

say it really slow and use autotune, and you could have a hit on your hands.

it's pissing down cold rain, and i have to go out and do stuff. i have to go to the bank to fax Even More Documents in order to kick the can down the road three more months, take my ex-roommate's leftover horrible light beer to the corner shop and trade it in for some Coke, and take the cans and bottles to the recycling center as part of my Make Money Magically Appear program so i can afford to live until Friday. in the cold and the rain, with no heater in the truck. woo fucking hoo. but when i'm done i'll have drug money.

dubkitty wrote:say it really slow and use autotune, and you could have a hit on your hands.

it's pissing down cold rain, and i have to go out and do stuff. i have to go to the bank to fax Even More Documents in order to kick the can down the road three more months, take my ex-roommate's leftover horrible light beer to the corner shop and trade it in for some Coke, and take the cans and bottles to the recycling center as part of my Make Money Magically Appear program so i can afford to live until Friday. in the cold and the rain, with no heater in the truck. woo fucking hoo. but when i'm done i'll have drug money.

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i need to pee but i'm too drunk to stand

crawl out on porch; piss through railing. though i guess two hours later may be too late LOL.

ok, dealing with the breakup, kinda up and down... went to an amazing St.Patrick party (organized by student's club, that's why it's today) and was having a blast and then i cockblocked myself TWICE by denying a dance with two awesome chicks that kinda seem to dig me and i dig them, they're hot and awesome... when i was hanging out with them (and also one other awesome chick), i was so happy... and feeling so free, you know

so i feel fucking useless and like i'm losing chances... because i'm very paranoic about dancing anything other than slow dance... i'm kinda... frightened of the dancefloor and the fact i have NO IDEA what to do there WHATSOEVER

so i'm really sad right now

I was almost done with my essay...until google docs crashed.

Darkaxel: whats done is done, you doing anything at this point is very commendable, so you shouldnt beat yourself up. women are mainly looking for a guy that has the audacity to dance on a dancefloor, not someone who$ good at it. Being a crappy dancer and not caring about it only adds to the charm. Brohugs for you
Bob: I HATE GOOGLE DOCS.

Okay, i can see the point, it's just... it doesn't feel good, i'm actually kinda scared of it

i don¨t get it

at least i have something to work on

DarkAxel wrote:Okay, i can see the point, it's just... it doesn't feel good, i'm actually kinda scared of it

i don¨t get it

at least i have something to work on

Uuuuugh, I know this feel all too well... I went to this small all-boys high school, and they would actually require whole classes to go to the dances they hosted because otherwise there wouldn't have been enough people or something. They would sort of cart in girls from neighboring all-girls schools, but only the ones who actually liked dancing. So I would have to stand there in the corner for a few hours with the other couple guys who also had no interest in dancing and were too socially awkward to approach random packs of girls. So. Much. Awkwardness.

Oh, and they also assigned you to a shift where you would have to walk around and make sure that there was no "inappropriate dancing," i.e., physical contact between members of opposite sexes. That, uh, was an interesting job. Man did my high school suck.