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| My girlfriend said I ruined her. | |
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| Your Middle Name:
Age:
Single or Taken:
Favorite Movies:
Favorite Songs:
Favorite Bands/Artists:
Dirty or Clean:
Tattoos and/or Piercings:
Do we know each other outside of LJ?
What's your philosophy on life?
Would you have my back in a fight?
Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
What is your favorite memory of us?
Would you give me a kidney?
Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
Can we get together and make a cake?
Have you heard any rumors of me lately?
Do you/have you talk(ed) crap about me?
Do you think I'm a good person?
Would you drive across country with me?
Do you think I'm attractive?
If you could change anything about me, would you?
What do you wear to sleep?
Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
Would you go on a date with me if I asked you?
If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you? - Mood:annoyed
 - Music:A Static Lullaby - The Shooting Star That Destroyed Us All
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| - Mood:worried about centipedes
 - Music:work sounds
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| Today I get to watch football with the Pa in the afternoon, then I have a hockey game in the evening. After that, I may catch a movie with Kirk and Donny. This could turn out to be a really great day, and I've been in need of one of those. - Mood:chipper
 - Music:Idiot Pilot - A Day in the Life of a Poolshark
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| Hmmm well, that was some bullshit. Fuck you all. | |
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| Today's discussion at work:
Who would win in a fight, Tom Seleck or David Hasselhoff?
Consensus: The Hoff is a tool, Tom would kick his ass. Magnum P.I. dominates. - Mood:content

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| I am not those people. I hate those people. - Mood:so confused.

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| I now work Monday-Thursday from 8-6:30. That is going to drain me and I'm going to hate working 10 hour shifts, but that's one more day a week I can act like I'm going to sleep in and still wake up at 6 so it works for me. Now I'll be able to beat up on Zeke in tennis on Friday afternoons. - Mood:chipper
 - Music:Death Cab For Cutie - Expo '86
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| I love conversations with friends...
*normal conversation up to this point* Tomas: You know what's fun? Myself: Putting babies in a burlap sack and shaking them. Tomas: Well......that, too....but.............. *converastion continues unabated* - Mood:awake
 - Music:nothing. everyone's fucking sleeping.
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| Fuck this game. I quit.
There's nothing to do at 3 in the morning. I finally have a day off and everyone goes to bed early and I get stuck sittin on the internet with nothing to do. I always wish I could stay up and have fun with everyone and now I get the chance and they don't do anything. Just my luck. | |
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