No post today. I am busy contemplating the empty void that is my life.


450 kids were in my high school graduating class. Currently I am the 449th most succesful. One guy died.


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Birthday's suck, or mine does. Turning 23 is of no real importance, hell the next big event associated with my birthday is when I get a car insurance break at age 25. But it is still customary to feel somewhat happy on the anniversary of ones birth. I didn't even get a damn cake. The parents did take me to Red Lobster, and I did get a pair of cheap leather shoes from Payless Shoe Store.

Today is very depressing.

Thank God I won't have to deal with this shit of a day for another year.


It's my birthday and I will cry if I want to.

I am officially on strike from my family. On Thursday the parents decided to blame me for my little brother’s problems. At first they only insinuated that I was the reason he acted like Satan's bastard child. However, five minutes into the conversation blatant accusations were being tossed my direction. Damian, i.e. the eater of worlds, is a problem child. There is no doubt about it. But, placing fault on my feet is akin to blaming Poland for World War Two.

I am just a stupid bastard who puts up with the dark one's behavior since I am too weak to do anything about it. Long ago father threatened physical harm if I disciplined Beelzebub. Due to my absolute fear of being pummeled I have not laid a finger on my brother, even when a caning was due. Somehow I am the problem now. Stupid bastards.


Yet, all is not lost in the land of Bob. In order to prevent further contamination of Shaitan, I have pledged to stay completely away from him. Also, to be certain my dastardly ways do not filter to him through my parents; I will no longer interact with the mommy and daddy as well.


By the way I turn 23 tomorrow, another year closer to massive heart failure.


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Damn Blogger was offline for 24 hours. It is 6:45 am and I haven't went to bed yet. God I need to get a life.

Help me please

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Less then a week from now I begin work. Being one of the gainfully employed lemmings makes me feel very sad. My comfortable, albeit tedious existence will forever be marred by joining the workforce. I am still hoping that the company discovers one of the embellishments/bold-faced lies on my resume and promptly rescinds their job offer.

I really don't want to work. I was born to be a layer not a doer.

By the way my dad's website is coming along nicely, even if it looks little childish. I almost did a good job; perhaps shareware ain't so bad after all.

Too lazy to come up with a worthwhile post instead I will share an uplifting piece of poetry.

Suicide

Desolate inside
Empty solution
Answers denied
Darkness

I will give a cookie to whoever finds the hidden message.

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Saw a film with dad, and the little brother. I had a pretty good time. All those Hulk-Haters should finally shut up, since it set a new June opening weekend record. No reason to debate whether it remained faithful to canon, because it didn't. But neither did X-Men, Spiderman or any other superhero film. Yet, even though Ang Lee took creative license with the character, the story still worked and was quite entertaining. And, all the shits who took issue with the CGI should get a clue. Considering he is a 15 foot tall, half ton, behemoth the Hulk looked pretty damn good.


Anyway I am off to bed, well going to eat a BLT pizza first then bed.


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Creating a website with very little HTML knowledge can be very problematic. I am using a program that is making the process less painful, at least technically. Drag and paste is all that is required. However, I have very little control aesthetics over the page. Being at the mercy of third party shareware is not a good thing. I could go buy a how to book on HTML. Then again why put in all that effort. Painless mediocrity is always the best way to go.


I find it rather easy to portray a businessman. Being bland, rather cruel and incompetent comes naturally to me.
John Cleese (1939 - )

I decided to accept the job from the credit card company. June 30th will be the first day of a new adventure, one full of hang-ups, cursed laden conversations and broken promises. God love the USA and our debt ridden culture. Now, I will be part of the solution, a man who strives to uphold the virtue of timely bill paying. My family sees this as a wonderful opportunity, I mean who knows in six months I could be head collector. Hell, two years down the line I might even make assistant to the assistant's sisters babysitter. The future looks so promising. A career filled with stupid coworkers, stupider bosses, all against the bland backdrop of a sea of cubicles.


Kill me now.

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I have seen the future of cinema. Soccer as a general rule sucks major ass. But, when combined with comedic kung fu styling the sport of English fairies transforms into something truly remarkable. Today is only the third time I have ever laughed so hard that I cried. The first two occasions involved freshman pledges, whip cream and a small puppy named Timmy. It is hard to believe that a sixty second movie preview could have such an effect, but never doubt the power of overweight Shaolin monks, a hot bald Asian chick and black dragon bicycle kicks. I am actually giddy with anticipation.

everyone to go see this movie August 8th

because if you don't

you can

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