| I fell... It's a good thing though, things are better than they have been in years now. It's looking, not promising but acceptably tolerable for the immediat future. I probably won't be on here again for a long time. (as if anyone is) |
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| I am so confused right now? What in the world does the future hold. I feel like everyone is about to take a step off the edge of a cliff... Happy falling. |
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| Well, I'l be working every day but Tuesdays till about mid-August from here so...it was nice knowing you all, i guees I'll see those whom attend college group at westwood... |
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| So even though knwo one reads... Colin quit tonight, by getting himself fired by showing up and doing nothing...literally for a horu and then leaving without asking. Hurray someone I helped for a long time walked away and acted liek he was better than me...! Hurray... So I get to work the next four Thursdays in a row... It was nice knowing you all. Oh, and if you see Colin kick him in the shins and tell him to get a Greek life...he'll get it. |
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| A new one...this is kinda fun... A warrior stands alone (this is going to be an overtone BTW) in the middle of a pitch dark-jungle, the only light the flicker of rain drops reflecting bits of moonlight that manage to peirce the infinite canopy above him. He knows, in the pit of his stomach that he is surrounded by enemies, and by friends. There is no way though, no way to tell who is who, those who would be his friends are wearing the same uniform as the enemy. The man cocks the bolt on his rifle, ready to deliver thirty-eight calibers of death to whomever appears. he waits...and waits...and waits, no enemy attacks, there really is no way to tell who is who, but if he doesn't strike soon the enemy will know who he is...he has to pre-empt the strike. Not only does this warrior have to the find the enemy but just one of the enemy, if he doesn't find and kill the right man in what feels like just seconds it wil all be over, he will be defeated and it will be the end of him and all he holds dear...only destruction lies on the path of defeat. The man feels a knot in his stomach, a stomach food hasn't touched for days and one that has barely felt a single cool drop of water. His throat burns from thirst and hsi heart yearns for it to all be over and doen with, whether he triumphs (the path to prosperity) or fails (the path to downfall) he wants it over now. The man screams and, takign aim, he begins to squeeze the trigger... |
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