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Tuesday, April 03, 2007
FuckFuck ¶7:03 PM e-mail me (1) commentsClassroom Chronicles: Sociology 101Wow. I've missed so many classes. I'm trying my best to rectify my mistakes. I've had to do some crazy shit for this class. For once, I had to fucking work at the Goodwill for 4 hours! WHAT TH E FUCk?!?!?//!? And get this, it was a test grade! I did the shit. Here's a little excerpt from the essay I had to write describing my experience:The thing that really jarred me was how much of the trash people were bringing in was not actually trash. Well, at least I did not think it was trash. I asked if I could take something that someone brought in, and the employees quickly told me no. They have a strict policy pertaining to the theft of potential revenue. Where I was unloading I was told that there were cameras everywhere recording every angle back there. Yes, they take it very seriously. Yep, a lot of English 101 bullshit and fluff words. . . . ............BITE ME. I did leave one tidbit out though. The guy I met that met up with the old chick in the internet chatroom ......he agreed to help me take my foosball table home. The fucking table didn't fit in my itsy bitsy 96 Nissan SX (awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww yea!0429)( I thought this guy was cool ...at first. I went up to Goodwill to meet up with him so he could follow behind me with his truck. I had told him earlier that I live downtown *just over there* (\\\me pointing). He was there, ....he's pretty fucked up. He had the biggest mullet on right ....holey shorts that looked like they were from the 80s (hahahahahahaha!!! Are actually trash people dropped off at Goodwill) .....one of his legs is shorter than the other, so he walks with a hobble? wobble? pimp-step? He told me he got in a car accident and shattered his leg. The doctors put it back together completely fucked up, so thus his current situation. We arrive at my place. The guy rolls down his windows ands says "what is this? what are we doing here?" "Um, this is where I live. " "Wait you didn't say anything about downtown. You just said down the street." (what the fuck ever...) "Sorry man, misunderstanding" Now this is a guy that is dumb enough to get drunk at a graveyard AND get arrested. So I was a little worried about what his next move would be. I just got my foosball table, and he said many more things to let me know he was annoyed. I honestly didn't care because at the end of the day, I'll be playing with my foosball table that I bought with the money I earned from my job, and he'll be stuck fucking a dried up 80 year old cunt for gas money. I'd say I have the upper-hand. So I'm desperately trying to pass this class because that's a lot of shit to be forced into. ¶6:32 PM e-mail me (0) comments Why did I stop writing so much?I write this crap on my blog because I use it as a toilet. I take a huge shit on this thing, and flush it down (click publish). What sane person wants reach their hands into the toilet bowl, grab a piece of their own shit, and eat it like meatloaf? I sure don't. I write shit on my blog, I don't want to talk about it with my friends. The problem was too many people I knew was reading this. YEs, I KN ow I cna sa y some prety shockn THings.s.aflk and have some shcokding thoughts but that doesn't mean I want to discuss these highly-personal topics with everyone I would normal just say "hey, what's up" to. Got pretty fucking annoying to be known as the-guy-with-the-blog-who-says-a-lot-of-fucked-up-shit, there's other things I would like to talk about... But how do you tell someone who loves reading your shit to stop talking to you about it? If you know the answer, don't tell me what it is because I hate it when someone I know talks about the shit I talk about on my blogs. Why? I write this crap on my blog because I use it as a toilet. I take a huge shit on this thing, and flush it down (click publish). What sane person wants reach their hands into the toilet bowl, grab a piece of their own shit, and eat it like meatloaf? I sure don't. I write shit on my blog, I don't want to talk about it with my friends. The problem was too many people I knew was reading this. YEs, I KN ow I cna sa y some prety shockn THings.s.aflk and have some shcokding thoughts but that doesn't mean I want to discuss these highly-personal topics with everyone I would normal just say "hey, what's up" to. Got pretty fucking annoying to be known as the-guy-with-the-blog-who-says-a-lot-of-fucked-up-shit, there's other things I would like to talk about... But how do you tell someone who loves reading your shit to stop talking to you about it? If you know the answer, don't tell me what it is because I hate it when someone I know talks about the shit I talk about on my blogs. Why? I write this crap on my blog because I use it as a toilet. I take a huge shit on this thing, and flush it down (click publish). What sane person wants reach their hands into the toilet bowl, grab a piece of their own shit, and eat it like meatloaf? I sure don't. I write shit on my blog, I don't want to talk about it with my friends. The problem was too many people I knew was reading this. YEs, I KN ow I cna sa y some prety shockn THings.s.aflk and have some shcokding thoughts but that doesn't mean I want to discuss these highly-personal topics with everyone I would normal just say "hey, what's up" to. Got pretty fucking annoying to be known as the-guy-with-the-blog-who-says-a-lot-of-fucked-up-shit, there's other things I would like to talk about... But how do you tell someone who loves reading your shit to stop talking to you about it? If you know the answer, don't tell me what it is because I hate it when someone I know talks about the shit I talk about on my blogs. Why? I write this crap on my blog because I use it as a toilet. I take a huge shit on this thing, and flush it down (click publish). What sane person wants reach their hands into the toilet bowl, grab a piece of their own shit, and eat it like meatloaf? I sure don't. I write shit on my blog, I don't want to talk about it with my friends. The problem was too many people I knew was reading this. YEs, I KN ow I cna sa y some prety shockn THings.s.aflk and have some shcokding thoughts but that doesn't mean I want to discuss these highly-personal topics with everyone I would normal just say "hey, what's up" to. Got pretty fucking annoying to be known as the-guy-with-the-blog-who-says-a-lot-of-fucked-up-shit, there's other things I would like to talk about... But how do you tell someone who loves reading your shit to stop talking to you about it? If you know the answer, don't tell me what it is because I hate it when someone I know talks about the shit I talk about on my blogs. Why? I write this crap on my blog because I use it as a toilet. I take a huge shit on this thing, and flush it down (click publish). What sane person wants reach their hands into the toilet bowl, grab a piece of their own shit, and eat it like meatloaf? I sure don't. I write shit on my blog, I don't want to talk about it with my friends. The problem was too many people I knew was reading this. YEs, I KN ow I cna sa y some prety shockn THings.s.aflk and have some shcokding thoughts but that doesn't mean I want to discuss these highly-personal topics with everyone I would normal just say "hey, what's up" to. Got pretty fucking annoying to be known as the-guy-with-the-blog-who-says-a-lot-of-fucked-up-shit, there's other things I would like to talk about... But how do you tell someone who loves reading your shit to stop talking to you about it? If you know the answer, don't tell me what it is because I hate it when someone I know talks about the shit I talk about on my blogs. 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