Chapinator_X

It was everything that sucked about 2017, but with a vengeance. Dropped out of my Ph.D. to switch my focus from academia to business, so half the year was everyone looking down on me for either making very little on internships or jumping from temp work to temp work. "Isn't this kind of work beneath your Master's degree?" Yes, but I have no fucking choice because my college and my fuckhead thesis chair blackballed me out of getting hired as an assistant professor because they "want applicants outside the college". Marketing and business are literally my only option for a Com. major that goes anywhere outside of teaching. If I just get a little more experience, maybe it'll pay off that I got an MA under my belt. Had some godawful jobs like one for a corrupt diet cookie mogul who used some skeezy bullshit to reduce my originally lengthy role to just being a contractor for a week to write an Amazon description for his sleeping pills. He ripped off the original cookie diet guy and called the idea his own, so it's not surprising he used predatory tactics to have college students do a weeks worth of garbage. His wife openly joked about Trump deporting their Hispanic employees when she came to visit, and he celebrated whatever FDA garbage he pushed. Real Queen of Versailles bullshit. I also worked for some lady trying to pitch spa salt on social media, expecting me to elevate her business to new heights merely from daily Facebook updates I got paid $40 a week to write. "I WANT RESULTS," she said, offering only a handful of pocket change and some lint in return. Get fucked. The second half of the year was alot better. My work with Random Curiosity continues to be alot of fun. I also got some more permanent positions with operations/marketing medical supplies. I did a brief internship with a clinic too. The bosses/supervisors at these jobs were infinitely much more pleasant. I felt bad for leaving the clinic post-internship because the doctor and his wife were wonderful, but they were in the process of transition so it was getting complicated to figure out what I'm doing next. My medical supplies job pays OK. I'm looking for something more feasible, especially with my Masters degree, but it offers me some good stability, a nice amount of money in my pocket, and a cozy workplace that isn't a hassle to drive to. If anything, it can also be a launchpad towards administrative work. Now just to finally move out with my gf. I still have driving anxiety and panic attacks on the road. It's not as bad as it used to be, but I doubt it's going to get better from here. Now that I'm out of college, I'm also contemplating going on meds, so if I have enough tantrums or depressive mood swings, my family and loved ones will try to make me take pills. Soon you'll probably be seeing a more medicated Chaps. The good thing though is that now that I'm technically a college dropout, I have time to write creative efforts while I work on anime blogging and my job. I have been dicking around with fan stories, but I want to pursue book ideas. Got a little carried away with all this, but I've been meaning to disclose what's been going on on my end. Here's to a 2018 that hasn't sucked as much balls as the last two years.

Anyone like The Last of Us?

It'd be fun and games until they start ripping off limbs out of nowhere like domesticated chimpanzees.

Just standard ones? I only get mine through driving or vertigo.

Once I moved from beer to liquor, I stopped feeling tipsy and didn't hit that drunk feeling again.

I wrote a story with my two friends, OJ and Tanqueray

I got drunk off of two beers at 7 and sobered up by 9, but when I drank harder until midnight, I stayed sober.

Party food and some cherry vodka I mixed with OJ to make taste palatable.

They stopped being worthwhile around 2011-2014 when they became a subscription service.

I moved on her, actually. You know, she was down on Palm Beach. I moved on her, and I failed. I’ll admit it. I did try and fuck her. She was married. No, no, Nancy. No, this was — and I moved on her very heavily. In fact, I took her out furniture shopping. She wanted to get some furniture. I said, “I’ll show you where they have some nice furniture.” I took her out furniture — I moved on her like a bitch. But I couldn’t get there. And she was married. Then all of a sudden I see her, she’s now got the big phony tits and everything. She’s totally changed her look. Whoa! Whoa! Look at you, you are a pussy. All right, you and I will walk out. Maybe it’s a different one. Yeah, that’s her. With the gold. I better use some Tic Tacs just in case I start kissing her. You know, I’m automatically attracted to beautiful — I just start kissing them. It’s like a magnet. Just kiss. I don’t even wait. And when you’re a star, they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab ’em by the pussy. You can do anything. Oh, it looks good. Ooh, nice legs, huh? It’s always good if you don’t fall out of the bus. Like Ford, Gerald Ford, remember?

Please don't.

Ameno-sagiri was easy. By the time Chie had God Hand and Yukiko had Salvation, I spent the rest of the game wiping the floor with everyone and nuking bosses to oblivion. Shadow Yukiko & Kanji were rougher bosses, but that's mostly cause your resources/options are limited early on. Now Nyx in P3 was a hell of a boss. That dude was a motherfucker, especially with the old combat system. Even when you overlevel in New Game +, it still takes a good half hour or more to get through all of his phases.

Drake's getting old. He just wants to retire and play Crash Bandicoot with his wife. Let him rest!

I wanted to watch it in IMAX when I had the chance, but now that I do, it's not playing anywhere close. Everyone betray me. In preparation though, I was trying to find the Swimcon forum panel that Greg Sestero was involved in. I remember asking him something, but can't remember if it was about fan involvement or the making of the movie.

Remakes have been more about grabbing your nostalgia dollars than improving older films that could've been amazing under better direction or technology.

It's the song from A Million Ways to Die in the West that Neil Patrick Harris used against him

Nice try, NSA!

He may not have the looks. He may not have the dash, but he could win himself a girl if he only got a moustache. A moustache, a moustache, if he only got a moustache.

I like to make tea as much as I like to spill tea

Frieza: Wipe that smirk off your face, monkey! My dice rolled on the very last property. I am about to purchase all of Namek, and you're friends can't stop me! I have the Dragon Balls needed to build a hotel on it as well. Goku: Wow Frieza, you really thought this one through! But not enough. I used my Dragon Balls to purchase all four utilities in the universe. If you land on any of those, your earnings from Namek will go to me! On top of that, there are so many possibilities where I get Free Parking, and you go directly to Jail. Frieza: Foolish monkey, that would take hours to complete. Not feasible at all! Goku: Luckily, a game of Monopoly lasts days. That gives me lots of time to send you to Jail where you belong. Frieza: Leaving it up to chance is a fools errand! Goku: Then what's that? (Points to a dice roll of six) Just the right number to send you to Jail. Frieza: Y-YOU....YOU THINK YOU CAN BOUNCE BACK WHEN I HAVE ALL THE PROPERTIES, MONKEY!? Goku: It's a long shot, but hey! Stranger things have happened. You don't have a Get Out of Jail Free card, do you? Frieza: GRRRRRR... Goku: I thought so. Now just for him to get enough dice rolls to land on the utilities and the four hotels I built over Bulma's capsule house. Bulma: YOU DID WHAT!? Goku: Have fun with the guests! Vegeta: Dammit! I landed on Bulma's Capsule House. Goku: (Extending his hand in anticipation for Dragon Balls) Vegeta: What!? In my own home!?

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Where did Frank_Underwood go?