At the WOW store...

So I walked into WOW to purchase some batteries and continue my search for my cell phone charger when I ran into this guy I used to know. He was friends with my neighbors' nephew. The nephew and friend hung out at the neighbors house all the time. I said to him.... I've decided this story isn't worth telling. The more I think about it the more I realize that I don't even care what happened. Go about your business, nothing to see here.

It's about choices...

Everything in our lives is a reflection of a choice we've made before. You might not fully understand the consequences of your choices, but you did make the choice. You are where you are in life because somewhere down the line you decided to be there. Living with my mom and then my dad taught me this lesson. But it holds true to you too...

Phone

Nowhere in the city of Las Vegas do they have a charger for my phone. This is due to the fact the t-mobile now gives out my phone for free. If you want to talk to me on the phone you'll have to call me so I have your # again.

Greg

Duh

So if you didn't know, I'm back in Vegas permanently.

HotLook.com: Cum Kleen Wipes - Mango

I just found these (unopened) lying around.

Something more than nothing...

I've decided there are two things that matter: friends and family. All else is trivial. I've also learned how to say "no" to certain people and things. I've turned down sex. Can you believe that? I felt empowered by it.

I went out with a friends girl friend to lunch. It was innocent and friendly. Really it was. I was bored and she was too. But other people thought it was more so I feel guilty. Why do I feel guilty when my intentions were honest? I think I know why. I did it because I thought that no one pays enough attention to her and that she's not appreciated. Those aren't bad reasons. But yet I still feel like an ass. Neither of us made any attempt at hiding it. In fact we told stories about it. But still, I feel off. Maybe I subconsciously want to make her happy. It would fit my M.O.. It always starts out innocent and friendly but then I get hooked on a smile. I'll crush and then I'll burn wondering if it's mutual. Then I'll get the courage to say something. Then rejection. Then a friendship with hidden feelings. I've had that happen three times in 2003 alone. I shouldn't type when I'm tired.

Believe it or not, I'm romantic (in the literal sense). But I don't share it with people because I think they'll think I'm full of shit (guys) or that I'm trying to get in their pants (girls). Tonight I looked up at the stars and thought about who else might be watching them. What might the starts look like in a million years? Is someone I love looking up at those same starts too? Humans are such small things in the universe. Why is it we feel "I" is most important? There are much greater things out there then us. They probably watch us like we watch, with gruesome glee, different colonies of ants fight.

I think too much. Now get out of my head...

Rover suffers anomaly on Martian surface

An anomaly of an unknown nature has cut off data transfer from the Spirit rover on Mars for more than 24 hours, mission managers said Thursday. "There is no one single fault that explains all the observables," "It was only sending ... a random pattern of zeroes and ones," Tell me that doesn't sound fishy? I'm not saying for sure one way or the other but I'm betting UFO buffs just nutted in their pants. That pattern of 1's and 0's could be a message we don't understand. 001100110010001000001111011011000100010010101 ***END TRANSMISSION***

Fark Party in Vegas

I'm all about it.

Windy!

Back

Yea, so uhh, the driving didn't work. I got stuck in Vernon Texas. 3 hours outside of Dallas. I'm flying in tomorrow. A mechanic in Vernon is looking at it. He's an honest guy. I arrive in Vegas @ 10:10am tomorrow Sunday Jan 18th I leave back to Dallas @4:20pm on Friday Jan 23rd

Gone!

I just left.

Vegas or bust!

I'm leaving for Vegas in a few hours.

Transformers� RX-8

I want one.

Noooooooooooo

Which 1990's Subculture Do You Belong To?
[Another Quiz by Kris @ couplandesque.net]

Nipple me Elmo

Look closely kids... It's down.

Lesson #5 of the Internet

The posting of *anything* is an open invitation to *everyone* to look at *everything* you post, including the stuff that isn't relevant to the current page. Corollary to Lesson #5: The most embarassing stuff will be exposed first. This is why God gave us secure servers and the ability to create unrelated user names.

Oh how I want you to know me...

I dreamt that the world was crumblin down we sat on my back porch and watched it

Bah

I got yelled at for saying fajitas like "fah-jite-ahs". I guess it makes people think of vaginas. Go figure.

AITKEN'S ROASTED SALMON WITH MACADAMIA-CILANTRO CRUST (Makes 6 servings)

INGREDIENTS 1/4 cup macadamia nuts 1/4 cup fresh cilantro leaves 4 tablespoons butter, at room temperature, divided 1 teaspoon grated lemon rind 1 2 1/2-pound salmon filet salt and pepper 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice Justin, I doubled the crust because I really like macadamia nuts. DIRECTIONS 1. Heat oven to 450�F. In a food processor, process macadamia nuts and cilantro until finely chopped; add 3 tablespoons butter and lemon rind; pulse until combined. 2. Grease a pan with remaining tablespoon of butter. Place salmon in pan, flesh side up. Season with salt and pepper. Rub macadamia-cilantro butter over fish. Roast 12 to 15 minutes for medium-rare. Transfer to a serving platter. Drizzle with lemon juice. NUTRITION: 1 gram carbohydrate (count only 0 "digestible" carbs when doing Atkins); 38 grams protein; 32 grams fat; 447 calories

The Olsen twins are going to send me straight to hell

In regards to my last post:

I still do it.

A reason I'm so fucked up....

When I was a kid I used to touch myself. My mom said it made God cry. She also used to say that when it rained it was God crying. I therefore thought every time it rained some kid was touching himself.

*cough* *wheeze*

I'm sick again. It's the same cold. It just came back. Bastard.

Vampires and Minnesota

More on this later...

To *BLING*

I have to admit, I was worried. I hadn't seen any jobs available in Dallas since about a week after I got here. See no one hires during the holidays. But the holidays are over and FUCK can I tell. Since yesterday I've recieved calls from two head hunters looking to place me somewhere. They found ME. I'm not used to that at all. This isn't including the 5+ jobs that popped up on DICE today alone that I applied for. So far the offers today are: 50K (the least I've been offered) as SysAdmin for a small company 70K with 90% travel to S. America. Some might ask, "Why is this arrogant prick showing us this?" but my reasoning is simple. I'm trying to show you (and prove to myself) that leaving Vegas was the right thing to do.

Crazy people wisdom:

Holy bong bong doogle my mixy! Worship my Bangkok, peanut face! Scooby snack vroom!

The End to Every Story I tell About the Years From '97 to '99

...and then I said "I own you, bitch. Know that." And he was owned. And he knew it. The End

Things to come:

All black heavy metal band. Call them Blacksnake. Or Mos Def Lepperd. Or just Black Sabbath. Amish porn stars. They build their own sets. They bake their own bread. They plow their own hoes. Goth motivational speaker. "And now we summon the spirit of our dark lord to infuse us with the morbid desire to succeed." Gay mafiosos. Their retro tommyguns are scented with potpourri. Their fight sequences are tightly choreographed. And when the action gets heavy they burst into flames. God I'm bored.

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