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"No, no, too much fact. Get rid of the servers now. Nao do it NAO!"

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I'm not sure I could do it. I mean, I've spent the last ten years specifically working at not having to do much work at all. I've avoided "help wanted signs", "now hiring" banners, and even personal appeals from employers. I understand you wan't my talents and abilities, but I can't find the ambition to want to work for anyone, let alone find the energy to work for myself. And really, if

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Chubby chasers of the world, let the reign of man-boobs do your bidding for your healthy experimental side, cup one or maybe two in the same ergonomically designed situation you always find yourself in. We know you like it on top.  ;) What's up guys? I'm alright, just trying to slay the ten thousand pound dragon on my desk. I'm fighting with an ancient sword but it has some special powers.

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is in its last hour, and black Friday will soon begin. I mean soon as in at 12:01AM, as Wal*Mart will be opening soon. I'm thinking about going down there just to see what's going on. But before that, I'd like to send my blessings to the world. I receive far more than I deserve and am not even close to as grateful for it. I'm thankful for my grandparents who took me in and raised me,

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Never seen that movie but now I really want to... but that's not really surprising. I'm really behind in watching movies. Really behind. I feel like I've missed out on a lot of "cultural capital" as my sociology teacher would say. I understand why it's important to be apart of social happenings as they are "happening", but frankly, I just don't care. Not yet anyway; I'm still in a perpetual

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This means yo sexy ;-] I've been playing waitress on Friday night in a busy restaurant called my life, and the food on one side of the tray weighs just a tad more than the drinks on the other side, and honestly it's kind of hard balancing it all with one hand above my head. But fear not my blogging bros, I will return to the community with open arms and gifts for all who accept really

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I would have to say, this week has gone by extremely fast. Earlier today I was trying to figure out what day it was, when I realized what day it was! Monday my Creative Writing teacher canceled class on account of Sunday being Halloween, and said "you know man... like I'd come out of my house in the mornin' and see some of student's just passed out on my lawn... makeup and wigs and shit...

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School has started as most of us know. The Duke's are out showing off and the Hipsters are flashing their goods. The pretty girls walk so proud and it's hard not take a glance. Back into the world of sterotypes as cultures murge and mingle, socialize and classify. Students are becoming aware and disoriented; good thing that shit is decriminalized ;). And that shit is good is what my source says,

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do any of yall have dreams? I just had a dream and me and my cutty were chillin' at my place, and Andre Nickatina rolls up in my drive way and gives us a bunch of free tickets to his show. Then he hangs out with us cause he know's were awesome.  LOL that's all I really remember anyway. Went to bed early last night, around 11, and damn so I feel good. I needa start doin' that more often. No

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First day of my fourth term at university was today. It felt so weird being at school after the long summer break. I mean it feels just like everyday when I'm there, but it's only my second year. I mean sure, I've been in the same general area for almost twenty years now, but last year the university was still foreign to me. I know the ins and outs of this place, but I hadn't been around the

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or tuna, there's ton's of warm turn on my porch. If you know what I mean ;) Been really busy working and cleaning and fixing, and breaking, and helping drunk people this week, and I only got puke on my shoes once.  but I also accidental stepped in shit. But yes I did clean my shoes, I left them all day soaking in water and then I just got through scrubbing them. They are much

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So who's been working this summer? I spent today working for my father's house painting business. He does it by himself usually but since I'm not doing much this summer I've been helping him out. Work isn't so bad if you can life 50+lbs on call. My dad is a pretty chill boss so I don't have to worry about being uptight at work. He also has a high expectancy of work value and quality so I don't

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Branding livestock is a custom in which the owner of said livestock would grab a long rod that had a symbol or initials at the end of it, heat that particular end up to a very high temperature, and then force that blazing hot rod onto the animal. This process was done so the owners of the cattle, horses, livestock would be able to identify the animal if something had every 

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I was browsing some blogs and came across a particularly useful blog, with a particularly useful post about online shopping. As we all know department stores and malls price their products excruciatingly high, higher than they really should be priced. Stores take large cuts from the sale for profit, and usually don't even give you what you want. Half the time I end up returning my

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So yesterday was a long day for me. After reviving a heartbreaking phone call from my mom, once again, I spent a few hours on my computer, making blogs and updating Facebook and all that good stuff (I've found that blogging will be the next big blow up with teenagers on the internet, it seems social networking like MySpace and Facebook are being overpopulated with

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"I have many exits like the minamiguchi, you see that girl sporting the fake gucci? I say she's my ticket as you look behind me, she's my light and you say "who's she?", She's my light and she shines so bright, She shines so bright and keeps my sight, If I want out, she says I must fight, I must earn my mark by taking flight" 4:04

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So my mom just called me. I was knocked out when she called, but my trained ears have me turning over looking for my phone on the first vibrate. The conversation we had went something close to: "****, where are you? "At home..." "Oh. Well why?" "..." "Well I called the rehab center and they said that if I miss my meeting on the 27th then They're going to put me at the end of the line again.

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>:O It's probably been five+ years since I've been stung by a bee, and I gotta say, it's not as bad as I remember.  ^^^ That happened to me once. A long long time ago, me and some of my friends were out plying in a pear orchard behind our middle school. We saw this box sitting alone by a tree... we knew it was a bee's box, so of course being children the first thing we thought was "let's

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I just got a bill from the college I'll be attending. For the first term of the year my total comes out to be around $2,000. I'm so thankful for financial aid, without it there's no way I would even be thinking about going to school. None of my family has any reserves for me to go to college, I guess they just expected me to pay for it myself. Hopefully I can get financial aid all the way through

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I was out back behind my house with my grandma and my neighbor. We were doing... something. Then my grandma went inside and it was just us, and my neighbor's girlfriend arived. I kept hinting that I wanted to go smoke with him and his girlfriend. We were talking about going on a walk and so when we did, we took a secret passage in a fence next to my house, through a door that's not there in real

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100 followers! Oh gosh, I feel so loved. <3

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How do you people like your coffee? This is a serious question. Pic related, I like my coffee black as hell. I feel like I'm getting the full coffee experience when I drink it black. The dark robust flavor that you can only acquire when sipping the black mucky goodness from a white coffee mug... it's brilliant. It speaks to you as it flows down your throat, it says "Yes, I am a real

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I find it interesting, that politics uses the power of media to sway votes and opinions like this. If news sources are allowed to spread lies, or "semi-truths", then why call it a news source? Doesn't that defeat the purpose? Isn't this what we call brainwashing?

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I really don't know what to think anymore... or where to turn to help... or support. I'm vastly alone in this world. My mom has had a terrible drinking problem ever since I could remember... I havent really recognized it as a big problem until recently when we've had to take her to the emergency room to get her stomach pumped... but that's jumping the gun. So here's a little history... I was

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