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| Failure.
Went to Bali, pale as a sheet, hoping to get a tan.
Came back from Bali, pale as a sheet.
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| Jeremy = Job Slut.
Sorry, I meant to say, I've been "networking" to try and find employment opportunities.
I'm actually taking second, third and fourth looks at name cards that I've collected from various people.
Yeah.
Job Slut.
Anyone got any job "lobang" for me?
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| It was nice waking up everyday for the past three weeks and realising I
had diddly squat to do for the whole day, and I could go around bumming
and bumming and bumming.
Only now it's just gotten boring.
To make it worse, I can't go back to hiding in my online games shell because UK servers are too far.
So
now, between going back to more healthy pursuits like tennis and
fencing, I've chosen to watch the badger song over and over
instead.
http://www.badgerbadgerbadger.com/
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What More Could You Want? It's one of those trick questions in a relationship.
Like,
"If there was one thing about me, what would you change?"
Standard and correct response?
"Absolutely nothing."
Dumbass response?
"Well, there is that thing you do with your hair... oh, and the way you do that thing to people?"
If you've ever been caught saying something like that, you realise you're all of a sudden transported into a fiery hell waiting to be skewered by a blunt spoon through the genitals. And yet, you felt you answered the question as honestly as you possibly could with no intent of being a prick, just a dumbass. And you like pain.
In a book which I re-read recently, there's a section where the author asked his partner the question, "What more could you want?"
His partner voted not to answer the question and the author felt lucky that he didn't ever need to know how inadequate he was, in lieu of his partner's ideal mate.
Going slightly off tangent, relationships seem to be defined by bargaining, little contracts and agreements by way of post-it notes on the kitchen counter and the occasional power play thrown in for good measure. How successful you are at all this, determines how succesful your relationship is.
True love on the other hand, is just dead. Numerous journals have investigated and printed their findings confirming this. Cynics would even go as far to say that Sleeping Beauty and Prince Charming got into a fight, moments after he awakened her. He had forgotten to bring a spare horse and saddle, resulting in the princess's butt in callouses on the ride back to Castle Romancededoo. And whaddya meannobreakfastinbed?! What kind of waking up is this?!
Elsewhere, the 7 dwarves were snickering that they'd be seeing other people by winter. Hope for Snow White then.
But going back to the question, is it,
(a) I'm not impervious to pain, and I'll give you the standard answer you want.
(b) As a friend/spouse/partner, you mean a lot to me and I'll be honest and get killed for it.
(c) Go back to eating your bagel.
Of course, there is the case where one shouldn't want for anything more, because there is truely nothing to want for. But remember Sleeping Beauty.
I've got my head in a knot...
By the way, it's a pretty funny book.
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| Now, I'm not one to gloat, especially over football.
But this thought just hit me...
Since we're allowed to keep this trophy having won it 5 times,
*ahem*
To all the ManYoo (USA! USA! USA!) people who have tried to wind us up...
That trophy you won in '99?
We OWN IT.
Forever and ever.
If that isn't icing on an already huge ass cake, I don't know what is.
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