I'm not doing this at all to start drama, create an internet SHIIIIITSTOOORRRRM or any of that. I ... had to make a decision, and it wasn't one I could make lightly. I had to think this through carefully. This is essentially (a summary of) my thought process for the past couple of days.

One thing that makes me feel TURBO SHITTY is how quickly everyone ditched out. I dunno, I guess they could have tried more. I really don't know. I don't know all the details because I wasn't around much. I remember receiving a pm from Olf "You need to stop associating with Sekoku. Thanks." That pissed me off. I like Olf. He's smart and amusing and a decent (if odd) person, but no one tells me who I need to associate with (or not), except me. I had to come to the decision myself.

Now I know that the kind of people that populate (in more than one way, hohoho) #forum-m are at best "fair-weather" friends. As long as things are peachy keen and you agree with whatever crap is being spewed, you're all one great big happy family, tugging and jerking each other's willy-pink until you all orgasm all over each other. Fuck, get Link and TSO in a room and watch the mutual cocksucking GO. Hook a generator up and make some electricity, guys. You'll make millions. Watch the suckup dipshits cozy up to them to get a drop of whatever it is they're selling sometime: it turns the stomach to see people that do that for a bunch of self-serving retards. On the other hand, things go sour for someone and watch them scatter like roaches when the lights come on.

I know I'm better than that, so I don't fall in line with the rest of the dodo birds.

So he says to me,

"Nestor, I don't like people. They talk to me. They want me to do things for them. They should all go away and die."
"So does that mean you want me to go away and die? I mean, I guess I'm pretty much one of a scant few that still talk to you."
"I dunno." ¯\(°_o)/¯
"Come on, man. Simple yes or no question. The light is on, the light is off. black or white. you want me to fuck off and die?"
"I dunno." ¯\(°_o)/¯

So there's that.

Secondly: I talked to my roommate and I say, "You know more about community-oriented activities and groups than I do. There's a guy I know in Florida that can't find a job because he's deaf. What sort of organizations are there-"
"Vocational Rehab. They're all over the place. They can train a construction worker that's been paralyzed into.. I dunno, like an over-the-phone PC tech. Finding a job for a deaf person is probably stupid-easy."
"Is that it?"
"No, but it's a start. Salvation Army, Deseret Industries, Goodwill, there are communities and places all over that specifically work with people with disabilities. All he has to do is lift a finger."

I've talked to him before about this. His response was laziness, pure and simple. So there's that, too. Hell, there's one right there in Gainesville, across the street from the Thornebrook shopping center.

I'm a genius, believe it or not. Really. TURBO SMART. I'm so busy thinking TURBO SMART THOUGHTS that I never asked the question: If all the help you offer, all the support you extend going to be casually discarded or outright ignored, why offer it in the first place?
The answer is simple: I'm an inherently good person. I don't need a church or a god or someone else telling me; I know. I'll help where I can because I can, As long as me being nice doesn't harm me in any way, and if it doesn't take me out of my way, then I'm one helpful bastard. This is who I am by default.
At the same time, though, I'm a pragmatic and believe in equal returns: e.g. I help you, and in the future when I need it, you extend the same courtesy.

The best way to help someone in some cases is to avoid them at all costs. Helping someone engenders complacency, enables dependency, and doesn't do anything but ultimately weaken someone in the long run. The best way to help someone is to avoid them completely, as it teaches them self-reliance, independent action, proactive thinking, and self-confidence.

So while I feel like I am a terrible person for... you know, more or less cutting my ties after everyone else did, but I can at least feel hopeful that he'll do the right thing.

As a pre-emptive strike, all entries will be "friends only" because Roxy has decided to target me for trolling and I've no desire to give her ammunition. Kinda stupid I know, but I don't play with kids.

Ohnoes!
My life is an anguished pile of
pain and suffering
no dark dawn before the twillight
of misery
no light of hope
in a sad gray world
my razor is fate
crimson on the windowpane.

In other words... I'mma gonna miss the internets since I'm getting cut off starting tomorrow and ending... whenever the appointment is scheduled for. (I schedule the appointment tomorrow...errr, today.)

also:

This message is to let you know that the following merchandise has been shipped to you from HobbyLink Japan: KBYPP-26 1/8 Saber PVC Completed.
Thank you very much for your business. We look forward to serving you again soon!

So there's that, too. Soon, Saber and Rin will defend my desk.

The main thing, though: I'm moving. Tomorrow. I'll be gone from lol webs for a while. Seeing as how there are two linchpins upon which the universe spins it's merry course, (myself being one of them, lol Hitler being the other) I am concerned for the safety of you all. To that end I bring you rules to abide by while I'm absent:

1. Be good.
2. rock hard.
3. fuck bitches.
4. drink booze.
5. Study hard
6. play harder
7. eat food made of win and awesomeness.
8. briskly rape Sekky in the cooter. Hard.
9. pat Sapphy on the head.
10. Read Transmetropolitan, you penis-less fucks!

Finally:



Doomcock.

You can lay on a hill and watch clouds go by with deceptive slowness. It's an optical illusion though. They're actually going pretty fast. That's how this shit is going.

Been living with my roomie for a year, and that ends something like ten days from now. Remember the orgies and mad parties? There were only a couple, but whooo~.

I remember one time, i brought Aimee home, Asa was there, and I was like, "Asa, Aimee. Aimee, Asa." Asa looks at me, so i lean towards him and say, "Don't worry, man. I'm not fucking her." And he had this palpable expression of relief. He's been there when I've been nailing a girl in my room. he wasn't there for Jaime, which really wouldn't have mattered, she was remarkably quiet. But what's-her-name from upstairs, Amy, Aimee, Amanda, and most recently Miriam, They've been... noisy. :P Of course, talking about my infidelity with Jaime after the relationship is over is like shooting the dog after it's dead, so we'll move on~

Anyway. Moving. Got most of my books packed up, had to throw away about a third of my books because they were irreplacably damaged. I'm not happy about that.

lol IRC:

Nestor1079 Nayuki: choose loli loev Nestor, or loli haet Nestor
Nayuki Nestor1079: I choose... loli loev Nestor! ^_^V

I don't want to either my or your hopes up, but you remember about a year back, when I told you one of my coworkers was this hot hispanic Jessica Alba look alike? Remember how I said I wanted her? Remember how I said she was a lesbian?

I was talking to her about food, my favorite subject, and I told her that I wanted to learn how to make enchildas with green chile. She invited me home to her house tonight (err, this moring) to teach me. We've been flirting in that whole "I'm fliurting but not really flirting" kind of way for a while.

Also, do yourself a favor. Spread your hand as wide as it will go.

Her whole ass almost is that wide. tight little bubble butt.

If I'm lucky, I'll be balls deep in that in a couple hours.
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I would just like to report Miriam is a fucking freak in the sack.

XDDDDDD

Oh my god, I know you've heard it before, but you wouldn't believe the shit that came out of her mouth. So much for being a lesbian. Also, technically, so much for her being a virgin anymore.

Technical virgin she might've been, but innocent she was not. Oh, fuck. I'm so goddamn sore. And for the record, I now know how to make enchiladas. The good kind, with chicken and green chile.

Also: 4 day weekend.

I rule.

Nestor: Turning gay women straight and straight men gay since 1996.

I'm taking a break from WoW. playing with lol nubcakes who can't play their class and all that... it really grinds on you.

Instead, I'll work more on the site's html. make it pretty.

Been re-reading little bits and peices of it again. I like Spider's energy. His dynamic. Was thinking about a live-action movie.

Who would best be suited for playing him?

I offer two candidates.
Johnny Depp: did a decent role in Fear and Loathing, also a couple other films. Mainly, it's his voice. In my mind, it's the voice of Spider that's crucial.

Edward Norton: You saw him in Fight Club and American History X. He's got the build, the moves, and I think he's got the attitude and gestalt of Spider.

What do you think? Off base?

Fuck, i'm just killing time.

I've been harassing Preston to get on the ball and pump out some comics. He complained that he wanted a new Wacom.

So, I bought his.

Aren't I a humanitarian?

Been playing with it all shift. I rock like no other.
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Also, a WoW update: A portion of Arctic Raiders has packed up and moved off Terenas, and on to Turalyon, a quiet, out of the way PvE low-pop server. We've got ourselves a new guild (complete with new name, though Arctic Raiders sounds cooler than Stormhawks) and we'll likely dominate this server as well.

Arctic Raiders on Terenas is one of fifteen major guilds on the server, and we're a part of the awesome and illustrious SGA, Small Guild Alliance. The SGA is awesome, never have to deal with noobs in a PUG.

We've got lol websites, lol Teamspeak Server, lol forums, lol everything. AR was the first guild into Molten Core, and the first one to take down Ragnaros and make the hammer fall. We've turned killing Onyxia into a farming run, and we also are currently fighting our way through AQ20 and BWL. We're not a raiding guild, but we do a lot of end-game stuff. We also have a sub-guild on the Horde side for PvP only, the Arctic Slayers. All Tauren shammys, all the time. ;)

Also, I host the Arctic Raiders Counterstrike, HL2, and Gary's Mod servers ;)

Turalyon is quiet. Well, it was low-pop but it's picking up, now. The lowbie areas are PACKED, but Ironforge is lag-free. That's right. :)
My Character is a hunter, currently 17, but likely 20 by the end of the weekend. His name is Nestorath. he ownzors.

was sorting through my books and found a bunch that were hopelessly mangled beyond repair. I've catalogued them, and If I can be motivated, I'll eventually replace them.

Back in 2000, when I left Sara, I took a good long look at where I was and where I had come from, and decided that I wouldn't compromise myself for any woman, for any reason. I realize I did that again with Jaime. So, for penance, I'll punish myself liberally with alcohol. Well, It's not a punishment, but I like beer, and I have a lot of it. Any excuse to drink. ^_^

Speaking of Jaime, her and I had an arguement tonight. The details are nunya bidness, but while I was arguing with her, my mind harkened back to a simpler lifestyle, when my life was more regimented. College. There was a lot of "lol Drama" on campus, as could be expected. The goal was to avoid "lol drama" as much as possible. Once I recalled this, my emotional involvement in the arguement just dropped. This arguement with Jaime? lol drama. I don't need it, and (I assume) neither does she. So I ended it. Deleted her phone #, etc, etc. As long as there's friction, there's no forward motion. Beginning, middle, end.

I'm sure you've heard me (and other people as well) say this before, but I hate moving. really really really really.

Really hate moving.

Sorting through everything to throw away. I've accrued too much shit. My goal is (on the actual moving day) to be started and finished in entirety in five hours.

And you mock me for not having furniture (:P)

Before I had my wonder-arguement with Jaime, I was invited over to have dinner with the Timms'. Lovely family I met at church last saturday. Mr. Timms is a awesome dude, smart, and likes to snowboard. I think, though, maybe he regrets his lot in life, because he has daughters. not one or two, or even three, but four. Shit like that (if I was a dad) would likely make my brain liquidate in my skull. A girl is nice, you know, but a son, well, a son carries your name, right? Anyway, their youngest, Angela, is this little seven year old shy thing with an awesome singing voice and she's just as adorable as they come. Anyway, Mr. Timms and I had a chat about a variety of things, and we ended up under his Jeep where we talked about the fuel pump assembly and how, with the wranglers, you have to totally remove the gas tank to get at the fuel pump.

His eldest, Chelsea, is by far, the absolute most desirable thing I have ever seen in my entire life. You ever see a girl so fucking awesome your throat literally locks up? Damn, dude. Not me. Well, She does it to me. She's ... all female. She's cultured. Intelligent. articulate. demure. goregous as all fuck. Graceful. Gentle. Attentive. Open. Kind. She brought me a refill on my soda, too. :)

I talked to her for awhile about Constantine's conversion to Christianity, (she's in college, and we were talking about it) and how the greatest joke was apparently he lined up his troops and marched them across some river and said, "poof, you're all baptised. You're christians now."

I know I got a nasty habit of flirting with every attractive girl, whether or not I'm actually interested, so I was paying close attention to what i was doing, in the hopes that I wouldn't actually flirt with her. In terms of christianity, faith, God, the whole nine yards, I'm the kind of guy that they get warned about. I know enough to be a convincing and focused christian if I faked it, but That's just not an option. I don't want to lie to them and pretend to be something I'm not. I like them. They're seriously cool.

So, cordial and polite, no sexual interest. Definitely a change. (:P) Then i came home and no sooner had i sat down and lit up a smoke when bam. Jaime.

So, now I pose to you the absolute most essential question I think is relevant to this entry:

Yall having a great evening? Mine is getting better by the bottle. :)

You know... i got called an asshole today. Now, before you start losing sleep over this horrible and wrongful accusation, let me tell you why.

You see, apparently I'm an asshole for having expectations of my friends.

gasp! The horror! You really ARE an asshole!

(:/) Funny.

You'd think that the expectations I'd have of my friends would be considered givens, but surprisingly enough, they're not. through the years, they've evolved into a simple codex of rules I'll call Nestor's Five Commandments.

1. Thou shall not lie to me. (Like I said, you'd expect this is a given, but wow, does the bullshit really fly)
2. Thou shall not steal from me. (Bah. no one steals from their friends, right? Yeah, sure. Okay. Let me sell you some prime minnesota beach front property)
3. Thou shall not fuck my girlfriend. (What, you've never done it? Slept with your friend's girl? well, sometimes people do those sorts of things.)
4. Thou shall not drink my last beer. (not necessarily a commandment per se, but it's really disrespectful. It's one thing I hold a mean grudge over, too. Four years ago, my mom drank the last beer in my fridge and I have yet to forgive her.)
5. Thall shall not touch my things without permission. (this has evolved from a minor irritant to something on the edge of obsession. I hate people touching my shit without asking.

The main thing, though, is honesty. I feel it's a terribly precious commodity. meaning I'm as honest as I can be as much of the time as possible. And truth be told, no one likes being lied to.

Is that such a terrible thing? To expect your friends to be honest with you? I don't think so, but apparently it's a heavy responsibility. There've been times when people have actually argued with me over the merits of lying occaisionally.

Guh. Far be it from me to stand on a soapbox and preach on better behavior or shit like that. Do what you like.

Hmmmm. I think I broke my promise to myself. Gotta think about that for a while.

Today is a fucking awesome.
I am fucking awesome.
In fact, Here's a quote by a notable scientist of peerless caliber (you can tell because he has an immaculate white coat):
"Nestor is so awesome in fact, we've tested the content of his sweat. You can see with this chart of random numbers that the awesomeness minerals in his sweat are off the scale. So much so that he's now liscensed to offer to the general public the chance to lick him for $50 a lick to increase your own awesomeness. This is a fantastic deal!"

You heard it from a scientist with a genuine white coat, and posessing a chart with numbers on it.

I sweat awesomeness.
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Been trying to get some time to think seriously about shit and sort out the chaff from the decent shit, get over dumb shit, figure out other shit, but... I haven't had time.

"But... You have plenty. You're single, your expenses are low, and you have barely $400 in bills a month, so where is your time going?"

Laying in bed doped to the gills. Been getting these headaches that start in the back of my skull and slowly move forward on the left side; increasing in pain and pressure until my eye feels like it's gonna pop out of my socket. The pain is interesting. Pain is subjective, and now any pain I have is automatically compared against the pain I had before I had my gallbladder taken out; and it's found wanting. Nothing compares to that pain yet. But this head pain is really interesting and i keep trying to analyze it. I entertain the theory sometimes that I have a horrible brain aneurysm or some tumor growing in my skull and sooner or later it's gonna pop and I'll die before anyone has a chance to exact skillful revenge on me for plundering their girlfriends/ daughters/ wives/ whatever. This is a whimsical fancy. There is no mutant tumor with the face of james dean growing in my skull, no blood vessel swelling and about to pop. But the pain is terrible. So terrible that sometimes I have to take a percocet and swim in delerium for a few hours. Thank god for friends with high-tension painkillers. :)

I'm off Tuesday through Thursday, and I have Sunday off as well. Decent.

Also, the taste of hypocrisy is surprisingly similar to chicken. I am surprised. :)
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Gonna be moving this 3-day weekend, as in moving boxes and what little furniture and whatnot. Wanna get half-moved by the end of the weekend.

Don't call. Don't talk to me. If I want to talk to you, I'll call you.

Also, I have an erection.

So my wimpy little mage is just grinding away, killing things in darkshire, and this 22 rogue shows up and is all "lol hey duel me lol" So I was like, "Sure. Let me get my main."

So I pop Shiina down to westfall, approach him, and I'm all "lol lets duel" and he's like, "lol no wai" So I follow him around and I make a macro "lol let's duel" and spam the fuck out of it. Finally, he caves. I duel him. He dies in one hit. 1101 crit. my second 1100 point crit ever. Then I tell him "Don't pick on the lowbies, man."

I am educational.

Oakridge and I ran Scarlet Monastery last night, farming green drops and cloth. He needed silk for his tailor, I needed mageweave for mine. :P we walked away with a good haul, and I got some BoE stuffs for my hunter. As soon as she gets two more levels, she will run Scarlet. If I'm lucky She'll be running Scarlet tonight or tomorrow morning. Then it's back to farming mats for her eventual mount. :)

Terribly tired.
Moving soon.
Fuck it.

You take a moment to think and you realize that maybe you're just worn out. but it's more than that. You actively dislike talking to people. you're burned out on dealing with stupidity, with ignorance, with people who just won't get a fucking clue. Someone will open their mouth to talk to you, and you'll immediately, without thought or premeditation, become exhausted. suddenly the thought of mass murder is not only logical, but also delightful.

Whenever I get burned out on humanity, I go and do one of two things: I go out into the mountains and purify myself. Just... zone out and get back to my roots, in the hunter/ gatherer sense of the word. relieve myself of the stresses of living and worknig next to a bunch of worthless little shits that can't grasp the fundaments of life, let alone living. The outdoors are a sacred sanctuary for me.

I go into the wilderness... or I go to church. Right now, at this point in my life, I could give two farts in a high wind if there's a god, but the good things that come from church, things like community, cooperation, genuine concern for others and their well being, the enriching and edifying process where a group works to elevate and inspire each other in a helpful and positive way... these things recharge me.

You don't have to listen to people piss and moan about their shit lives, or listen, over and over, about their fucking worthless pasts, or stupid fucking baggage, or how their husbands or wives don't love them, their children are burdens and regrets, or any other stupid and pointlessly bitter self-loathing bullshit tripe that falls into the collective ashtray of humanity.

These people are... nice. Cheerful. Pleasant. they're not jaded, battered, burned out, scarred, or fucked over. They're not really looking to fuck you over, either. Well, they may try to save your "immortal soul" but you can't begrudge them that, really. Their hearts are more or less unguarded and open.

I woke up early today and went to church, just kinda sat in the pew and listened to the sermon and shit, listened to people sing, and when the offering plate came 'round I dropped in a five, not because I was pressured to do so, but because I felt like it. People horned in on me because I'm not familiar, so I spent the time after the sermon shaking hands and talking.

There's that moment of guarded suspicion when someone comes up to you with their hand outstreched, and an ear-to-ear grin. There's that moment where you kinda... feel your heart lurch when the adorable 7 year old girl shyly asks you about your Spiderman shirt, and whether or not you liked her singing. When the older lady with four or five very attractive daughters and obdurate (but equally grinning) husband in tow, invites you home for lunch.

These people are nice, and they help me rediscover hope for society and people everywhere.

Also, their daughters are fucking hot and i would willingly burn in hell for eternity for the chance to corrupt each and every one of them.
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I was going down Union on my way to work when the center of the street erupted in a spray of muddy water. Kinda interesting.
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People have told me about things in their past, decisions they've regretted, chances they've missed, opportunities they've passed up, and really have shown me just how bitter and resentful they are about themselves, their lives, their own stupid decisions, and their terrible decision making skills.
They seem to make the assumption that I am like them.

Fuck that shit. I regret nothing.If I say, "Today, I am going to wear a pirate hat made entirely from week-old macaroni" Guess what I'mma gonna do? Sure I might get mocked, but it's what I've chosen to do. And I'm not going to regret it. End of discussion.
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I wanted to talk about how I felt regarding the whole Danny thing. I can't get it right in my head, so I'm gonna save that for later.
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http://www.loserzcomic.com/index.php?id=155

HAHAHAHAHAHA

...that is all.

...also, this is the first time today I've laughed. Thank you.

Oh, man. Today is not my day.

I went to get trashed and pass out, but I couldn't get trashed. if anything i was fucking wired. After the booze wore off, I was nauseous. So I didn't get to sleep until 630a, nearly 4 hours after I should have been in bed. I woke up this afternoon at around 130, and barely made it to the bathroom to upchuck what little was in my stomach. pounded down a bunch of water because i knew I was going to toss again. It feels a bit better to toss something rather than to sit there and heave and heave on nothing.

No headache, though. thank god for small favors.

kinda hung out for a little while, trying to get everything you know, back in tune with each other.

Hopped on WoW to move mats around; Tamaki (lowbie mage) sent bronze bars to Shiina (main rogue) for engineering, and leather to Kohana (midlevel hunter) for leatherworking, and cloth to Azurella (midlevel warlock) for tailoring. so each character was basically pushing mats around to the others. It's about as involved in WoW as you can get when you're worried you're gonna spew.

Chatted a little with Xellos on #buttpirate and then got ready for work. Was so out of it and fucking... horrible that I forgot to clean myself up and make myself reasonably presentable. As any follower of Murphy's Law knows, it's when you're at your worst that you realize how fucking bad you are. :P I went to 7-eleven to get a frap, and this adorable girl was there. Okay, maybe not adorable. fucking sexy. Like "tear off my clothes and rape me in the butt" sexy. And here i am, looking like shit, feeling like shit, staring at this girl with these perky little tits and big baby blue eyes and I'm all "abuh. Abuhbuhbuhbuh~". Christ. I fail.

Sharon called me, I didn't need to call in to find out the results. I feel fucking miserable. browbeaten. jacked around and fucked up. I'm not Danny's father, and while there's a definite feeling of relief, to be perfectly honest I feel more disappointed and let down than anything.

In a little bit I'll get back up and get on with it, but for right now, I'm gonna mope.

o/~

I'm not getting any sleep tonight. I just know it. Theoretically, I find out whether or not danny is mine tomorrow. If I'm not so lucky, then I won't find out until Monday. Maybe later.
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I stopped off at Wal-mart today to pick up a drink simply because where i was located, it was closer than the 7 eleven. They had these nifty PNY one gig USB sticks for less'n forty bucks, so i picked one up. Now I can cart several episodes of anime to work. or some shit like that. i dunno. maybe I'll make it into a bootable sysprep monstah and sysprep all the machines at work here. heh. But wait! wouldn't that be... mean? Yes, it would.
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I think I'll drink myself into an unintelligible stupor tonight. Anyone care to join me?
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Got a call from Jun-chan today; she just got her phone back on. lazy girl didn't pay her bill.
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Hmmm. Note to self. Get account transfer form from dude at the front desk. Since I'm moving from one address to another, i can simply migrate everything over from my current address to my new one. Since I'm an employee, it's gotta be done in advance and it takes 20 pounds of paperwork.
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Check this out, yo. Been thinking about things. "What? Nestor, thinking? Surely the world will perish!" Ya, okay. (:/) No, really. I lead a mostly cellular existence, so why bother putting down roots in any particular place? Think about it. I'm in reasonable health, I am ambitious, know where to go and how to talk to people, Why don't I just say fuck it all, get a motorcycle like I was thinking about earlier, and fucking just... blow. poof. Gone. Wander the country. Do construction jobs, shit like that. I can trade my desktop in for a decent lappy with a wireless connection; I mean shit, everyone and their fucking dog groomer has a goddamn wireless hookup, so that means i can update Black Triad/ LJ/ Whatever from pretty much anywhere. I got a desire to wander the deserts for a while. the lonely and empty places. Where the horizion goes on and on forever and there's no sign of human civilization at all. I want to travel, too. :)

Just a thought.
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Need to talk to tragic about that lappy I wanted to buy from him.

I picked up (what I thought were) the Fate/ Stay Night OST's from tokyotosho and they're fairfly decent; though I haven't heard much of anything familiar from them.

Blueberry muffins are fucking awesome. As your Lord and Master, I order each and every one of you to eat a blueberry muffin. So let it be written, so let it be done.

went across the street to have a beer. was asked to play pool, $20 a round, and surprisingly enough, I won. yay $100. My buddy alan asked me to do some data recovery for him on an older 40GB hard drive, told him that data recovery was an expensive business. He asked me how much a place like best buy would charge. I told him a best estimate, and he cut me a check right there for $450.

So, I called Sharon, the lady that should have had my DNA test results in, and she said that she'd likely know by thursday or Friday.

Nothing else to report.

You're the only one who can hold your head up high
Shake your fists at the gates saying:
"I have come home now!
Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended.
It's time now
My time now
Give me my, give me my wings!"
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I am awesomeness incarnate. But you knew that already.
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I was walking to the 7-eleven and I saw this kid with a pop-ice. (for those of you not in the know, pop-ice is a ghetto treat. It's essentially a syrupy kool-aid frozen in a stick form and sold in ropes you can buy at your average poor white-trash supermarket.) He was about I dunno, five or seven. this kid went to push up a piece of pop-ice, and it fell out and fell to the ground while he was trying to catch it with his mouth. I took note of this when he did it not once, but three or four times. I felt bad for the kid. here he was, trying to enjoy his treat, and it was defeating him at every turn. it wasn't nothing to buy a ice cream bar while I was getting my Propel and give it to the kid. he looked really grateful and happy. Made my fucking day.
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I get off at 9pm tonight, and I'm off tomorrow through to thursday. I'm packing to move. If you've got my cell number, I won't be upset if you call. It's nothing more than sorting and packing nonessentials. I don't plan on actually moving for the next two weeks.
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