Prime Numbers: 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 15, 17, 19, 23, 29

RIP awesome post that was lost to blogger and websense.

RIP To Terry S.

the late Canadian Prime Minister Lester B. Pearson's bon mot: Diplomacy is the art of letting the other fellow have your way.

Definition: [adj] not growing or changing; without force or vitality
[adj] not circulating or flowing; "dead air"; "dead water"; "stagnant water

how are you doing in life?

Since school is in that means all the lovely ladies will be wearing delicious apparel.

It's a sad day when I would rescind my claim to Christianity because I would rather not be associated with "Christians" in America.

Lord protect me from your over zealous followers.

of course I am referring to Terri Schaivo case.
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I think in the next Army of Darkness movie Bruce Campbell needs to suck it up and play ash.
He's barely what approaching his late 30s, early 40s?
That's not old!
The man needs to start working out and eating right.

If Harrrison Ford can make a new Indiana Jones movie.
so can you Bruce! so can you!!

Shiza! the man is 47!! was I way off..Still He needs to suck it up, Harrison is 63.
Go Indy

I just wanted to let everyone know in case that I didn't let you all know is that I the ever vengeful, ever vigilant against the forces of darkness and vanquisher of the emperors armies Mulk, Is going to Nine Inch Nails when they come to Phoenix, Az on May 27 and May 28th.

I am going through withdrawals from dune messiah, I hear god emperor dune is supreme.

note: yes,I prefer the original movie over the remake from sci-fi.

In the mean time I have been bust listening to some martin,medeski and wood and reading warhammer 40k Codex to get my sci-fi fill.

I just found out that a cute girl I meet on saturday night is in high school.
damn.

I am still working overtime like a mother.

also whats up with our tax money being spent on deciding that Terri Schiavo should die or not?
fuck that shit, let the poor womans husband rest and move on.
fuck her parents and fuck the GOP and fuck GW bush for another one of his selfish acts to appease the mother fucking christians who cant tell wrong from right.

there I am done

and by popular demand...here is myspace profile

note that if you attempt to add me after joing myspace
please send me a message and let me know or you will get denied
also that link will be gone in 48 hours.

gracias

punched in the face by two girls who are strippers.
my jaw now hurts
I drank mucho mucho mucho cerveza
stayed within my 40 dollar budget
made two new amigos last night who are ladies(yea)

got super super duper wasted

did not drink any green beer

well lets see what do I have to share?
well mainly that for the first time in two years
I have developed feelings for an awesome girl and now I am at a stand still becuase I am a pussy and keep getting cold feet to ask her out on a date away from the group.

I have been beating myself up all of last week and into this one and probably into the next until we make out.
which better be soon or I am going to explode.

Im out.
thank you

the unicorns are as the kids say these days "hip".

Denver Harbor-All I want.
Still one of the best sappy love songs in imho.

does this mean I'm gay?

Lay it all it down
Heavens been found in your arms
All that I know is I won't let go until you do
With nothing left to prove, but everything to lose
And all I know is all I want it is you
All I want it is you

I like women, they smell nice and are soft.

post consumer waste

good reading above and I would just like to say that you should really read it becase frankly your ass is going to laugh.

I am going to witness the return of Psyopus to the land of the burning sand later tonight.

This means that little Mulkachito shall only be working 10.5 hours today as opposed to the normal 11-11.75 hours he has become accostomed to since the injection of Unlimited Over Time!!

Dune Messiah is delish so far.
Can't wait to assimilate more of the series.

hey do you know what time it is!!

Clap your handS!!!

Its $;20!!!

weeeeeeeee


whos with me:P

sometimes on days like this when I am tired, sick and angsty because I have conflicting goals and desires I feel like I am still a lacidious* teenager.

*-lacidious is not a real word- I just put two words together and used duct tape..always worked for me.

I have a story brewing in my head that is waiting to be writtem and the other night as I fell asleep it played out perfectly in my head.

It's the make your own ending if you didn't like the ending to a relationship that was done with but you want to rewrite the ending kind of story.

I wonder when I will get over this romantic notion of finding true acceptance in other people other than with yourself? Because really who else is going to accept us for what we want us to be better than yourself?

on days like this when I am working mad overtime I feel like their is this entire world I am missing out on ,trapped in my job.
trapped I am not.
Mu job gives me freedom from my family and my freedom albiet limited is freedom.
I think we know that our idea of freedom is subjective to our own wants and desires and I want to travel and breathe new air on different continents and different lands.
I surmise that for me true freedom will come from having a sense of being grounded which is funny because that would increase the amount of responsibilities I have and make my freedom even more limited.

oh how the things we desire end up owning us indeed.
fyi: to me money equals freedom because it allows me to travel and be a vagabond

tangents

If I was as clairvoyant as I percieved myself to be I would have noticed that bloggers tend to post about when they are sick which makes for an excellent source when documenting operant conditioning.

I.e. last year at this same time I was sick during the exact same time period.
and I know why.

4 or 5 years ago this is when I had my heart broken for the 1st time and it was right after valentines day.

so yes body and mind are linked and now that I know this its time to make war on operant conditioning.

whos with me
ps I am still sick

sometimes on days like this when I am tired, sick and angsty because I have conflicting goals and desires I feel like I am still a lacidious* teenager.

*-lacidious is not a real word- I just put two words together and used duct tape..always worked for me.

I have a story brewing in my head that is waiting to be writtem and the other night as I fell asleep it played out perfectly in my head.

It's the make your own ending if you didn't like the ending to a relationship that was done with but you want to rewrite the ending kind of story.

I wonder when I will get over this romantic notion of finding true acceptance in other people other than with yourself? Because really who else is going to accept us for what we want us to be better than yourself?

on days like this when I am working mad overtime I feel like their is this entire world I am missing out on ,trapped in my job.
trapped I am not.
Mu job gives me freedom from my family and my freedom albiet limited is freedom.
I think we know that our idea of freedom is subjective to our own wants and desires and I want to travel and breathe new air on different continents and different lands.
I surmise that for me true freedom will come from having a sense of being grounded which is funny because that would increase the amount of responsibilities I have and make my freedom even more limited.

oh how the things we desire end up owning us indeed.
fyi: to me money equals freedom because it allows me to travel and be a vagabond

tangents

If I was as clairvoyant as I percieved myself to be I would have noticed that bloggers tend to post about when they are sick which makes for an excellent source when documenting operant conditioning.

I.e. last year at this same time I was sick during the exact same time period.
and I know why.

4 or 5 years ago this is when I had my heart broken for the 1st time and it was right after valentines day.

so yes body and mind are linked and now that I know this its time to make war on operant conditioning.

whos with me
ps I am still sick

you have lost more posts than you can count when you hit publish.

you learned html because you started to get more than twenty visitors a day.

you enter in your url into technorati everyday in hopes of finding a new reader.

you google your own blog title and or blog name to see the results.

you talk to your blogger friends more than you do your real life friends.

you trust your blogger friends more than you do your real life friends.

you write posts like this which would appear to be a cop-out post but tragically are not...

Any more you can think of?

got their nipples pierced and it was not i because mine have been pierced for 5 years now.

I am exhausted.
I have trouble focusing when I look at my screen or the pages of a book.
the glands in my throat ache and mucus obstruct my throat and noses.
I need to call and get an extension for my court fees.
I want to lay in a bed smothered by high thread count sheets, and drink Chamomile Green Tea while soft jazz music sharply contrasts the "whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo" allegretto tempo of my overhead fan. The blades which seems to break free of time and space as I focus on the one blade.

[tanget]
Fans are attention whores.
They only appear to be moving fast but watch what happens when you focus on just one single blade.
All of A sudden the fan isn't moving so fast, It's laughing and asking you to dance.
"Dance with me and be gay, dance with me till I fall asleep."
[end tanget]

Then perhaps when I have finished drinking my tea.
I shall gently close my brown eyes and follow the beat of the fan upon my finger tips and count backwards until I can no longer feel the caress from the gentle breeze of the fan against my skin.

I am totally smitten by jenny wright.
those eyes, those lips.
This doe eyes vixen appeared in such classics as Near Dark, The Wall and Young Guns II...






aplogies but I am hotlinking and I dont want to spend the time resizing them on a buzznet account.

oooo weee that smelled. I am one deadly gas bomb today.

So there I was fighting the forces of evi1,
jamming out to my new "asleep in the sea" CD.
When Loki struck and my computer put on a mini laser show ala Pink Floyd, complete with ominous black fog.

This just further secures my reputation in the halls of tech support here at the university as a bastard.

Applying new positions within the company as baby Jesus.

Sending out mass emails as Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader.

Renacting scenes from Star Wars with Company equipment and the civil war.

Applying War Paint to my Face during our busy days.

Making signs that warn other teams to watch their backs when on my side of the building threatening them with bodily harm.

Asking people if they live in a place where going to school poses such risks as being eaten alive by jaguars, polar bears or anacondas.

Answering the phone with Kung Fu tech support, How may I help you?

There is also of course the whole saying "meow" after every sentence real quick to see if they notice.

Calling celebrates from my work phone and in general calling people across the united states long distance!

there is of course more..but that's for another day.

the anger ball is mine...