discolé monade

i don't know about pervy. i see that he dropped the 1b$ lawsuit against pow.

not. doing. shit. today. except that. but not that other thing.

damn, the last couple~three weeks have been stressful. and tiring. and ftw. also, people that don't call you back, suck. and applications suck donkey balls.

@molarbear my left eye is dominant. while qualifying for the rifle range in boot camp, i UNQ (failed) i was shooting with my right eye. the day before the last qual, the PI took myself and one other to a shooting gallery (it was basically like a game) and had me fire the same, so he said try the other side i got all bullseyes. so on last qual day, i got expert score (but because i had already UNQ'd i only qualified as marksman. i was so happy. then i had this asshole butter~bar, that was going to 'mansplain' how to fire a weapon, because all he saw was that i had only qual'd as a marksman, and wanted his numbers up. so, he took me to the range, and as i ignored his 'words of wisdom' i got dead center, shut him up real quick. tl:dr yes...it was because of my vision that i have to shoot left handed. but, i also snowboard 'daffy'

i like it.

ambidextrous also. i write with my right hand, fire weapons with my left.

please stop.

you're making me sad. i have the restaurant side done, however, i have no idea how to word for the 'office space' leasing part, which is going to be the jumping point really. *sigh* my brain has hurt all day. i get these sharp pains in my right eye ball, but today, it didn't go away.

yeah...that's so cute. /s/

please help.

then how do you function daily?

someone to re~write my business proposal. please and thank you. i don't like this adulting thing. like...at all.

>^^<

frumplack the horrible.

please tell me you got at least some of the jowl. because, if you like bacon...smoke a jowl, slice it then pan fry it. you're welcome. also...hoppin' john. omg...can't wait for new year's day.

i have someone i need you to speak to ASAP!!

there's a thing you can do with toilet paper rolls. i wanted to try it, but never got around to actually getting the glow sticks. maybe next year.

and of course, who can forget papua new guinea and the tale of saem and ibtit

kiyohime~that really pissed off chick that was scorned by a potential suitor.

dibbuk from jewish folklore

i sort of miss the days when i was trying for my 'wings' and doing ammo dumps and blowing stuff up. and the range. i always liked going to the rifle range, but i didn't have to qual every year, and would volunteer to be a 'coach' just to get in some practice. i also, miss that gig i had at the textile mill. it was all admin. making spread sheets and the like.

jeb, jed, ted, fred... you KNOW who i was talking about there.

let me tell you a story, about a man named jeb....

sounded like a cat got it's tail caught under rocking chair.