welp im at work. i have access to the net here, but i had to install firefox on the bosses computer. and then every morning, uninstall it. and then redo that every day just to get away with it. so its not that bad, only takes like 3 mins anyways so its worth it.
seems i cant even cancel my account cuz WuvMonki had gotten me that gift membership a few months back, so when i access the payment info section, it just says i cant do anything and directs me back. oh well. guess ill just have to brave it and access SG from work like im doing.
so yeah. heres my story on the move.
we are renting the downstairs apartment from the people who bought the house untill our house is built. which so far looks like it wont be untill febuary. suckage. but atleast im still technically at home. i get to live in the haunted room downstairs. joygasm. i think i may have exercised the demons tho, from blasting really loud metal music. so far the ghost hasnt bothered me. he freaks the dog out on occasion but thats to be expected.
i dont know if we will get internet downstairs or not. were gona call verizon to see if they can switch the dsl service to the downstairs phone line. if they do, thats cool. but more then likely i still wont have access.
other then that, its just the regular routine of sleep, work, eat, jerk, and be bored and lonely. im used to it. exciting, huh?
leave some thoughts.
seems i cant even cancel my account cuz WuvMonki had gotten me that gift membership a few months back, so when i access the payment info section, it just says i cant do anything and directs me back. oh well. guess ill just have to brave it and access SG from work like im doing.
so yeah. heres my story on the move.
we are renting the downstairs apartment from the people who bought the house untill our house is built. which so far looks like it wont be untill febuary. suckage. but atleast im still technically at home. i get to live in the haunted room downstairs. joygasm. i think i may have exercised the demons tho, from blasting really loud metal music. so far the ghost hasnt bothered me. he freaks the dog out on occasion but thats to be expected.
i dont know if we will get internet downstairs or not. were gona call verizon to see if they can switch the dsl service to the downstairs phone line. if they do, thats cool. but more then likely i still wont have access.
other then that, its just the regular routine of sleep, work, eat, jerk, and be bored and lonely. im used to it. exciting, huh?
leave some thoughts.
Dear Land of the SG's,
The moving company will be here on thursday. i have been packing the house for the past 4 days at a fervorish pace. the only thing remaining in my room is just two empty night stands, my desk, computer, tv, bed, empty dresser, and my bed. i am almost fully packed but yet i feel that i may not have gotten everything. As of the 20th, i will no longer live in this house that i have lived in since 1991. I dont know where i will be living for the next 5 months. maybe next door at my dad's aunts house in the downstairs haunted bedroom. Its something i am not particuarlly looking foward to it, but its better then having no where to live. Our house we are having built in PA is going really slow, damn yuppies. It looks like they will start building the frame to the house within the month, and from there its about 3 or 4 months to finish the house.
The reason for this really longer then normal rambeling is for one reason. I will not have internet access for more then 4 or 5 months. we will probably have it disconnected within the next week or so, if not sooner. I will occasionalyl have internet access at work but that is only on AIM from the house between Midnight and 6am.
From work i cannot access SG and i think i will be forced to close my account here soon.
so if anyone needs to ever get intouch with me, you know my AIM SN, its to the left here under contacts. Also i will have acess to email atleast, so some of those would be cool to get just to let me know everyones still alive and kickin in NYC. i dont know about a phone number but more then likely i should have access to a phone too. if not, just go yell at JaiDee and beg her for a number that i can be reached at. but i seriously doubt that anyone would have a need to call me.
Also, SGNY, if you have something in the works as far as parties or whatever or just general kickin's going on down in the city, send me an email as i would still love to come party, work permitting.
I dont know how long it will be before I move to PA and finally get settled in the new house and area, and i dont know how long it will take us to get an ISP back. but atleast i do know that out there, we are going to get Cable. woo. Verizon DSL can kiss my ass finally.
I know this pic is a few weeks old now, but later today, i will be sitting outside like this for the last time more then likely.
i shall be around on here for a few more days still.
The moving company will be here on thursday. i have been packing the house for the past 4 days at a fervorish pace. the only thing remaining in my room is just two empty night stands, my desk, computer, tv, bed, empty dresser, and my bed. i am almost fully packed but yet i feel that i may not have gotten everything. As of the 20th, i will no longer live in this house that i have lived in since 1991. I dont know where i will be living for the next 5 months. maybe next door at my dad's aunts house in the downstairs haunted bedroom. Its something i am not particuarlly looking foward to it, but its better then having no where to live. Our house we are having built in PA is going really slow, damn yuppies. It looks like they will start building the frame to the house within the month, and from there its about 3 or 4 months to finish the house.
The reason for this really longer then normal rambeling is for one reason. I will not have internet access for more then 4 or 5 months. we will probably have it disconnected within the next week or so, if not sooner. I will occasionalyl have internet access at work but that is only on AIM from the house between Midnight and 6am.
From work i cannot access SG and i think i will be forced to close my account here soon.
so if anyone needs to ever get intouch with me, you know my AIM SN, its to the left here under contacts. Also i will have acess to email atleast, so some of those would be cool to get just to let me know everyones still alive and kickin in NYC. i dont know about a phone number but more then likely i should have access to a phone too. if not, just go yell at JaiDee and beg her for a number that i can be reached at. but i seriously doubt that anyone would have a need to call me.Also, SGNY, if you have something in the works as far as parties or whatever or just general kickin's going on down in the city, send me an email as i would still love to come party, work permitting.
I dont know how long it will be before I move to PA and finally get settled in the new house and area, and i dont know how long it will take us to get an ISP back. but atleast i do know that out there, we are going to get Cable. woo. Verizon DSL can kiss my ass finally.
I know this pic is a few weeks old now, but later today, i will be sitting outside like this for the last time more then likely.
i shall be around on here for a few more days still.
first off, remember what today is. remember the people who died. even if you dont know their names or their faces, remember.
never forget these people
and never forget the Soldiers
THE SOLDIER
The average age of the soldier is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or jazz or swing and 155mm Howitzers. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.
He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity.
He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty , he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and his weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life -- or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime. He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years. He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.
He is a U.S. Soldier
remember when your sleeping today, that your bed is warm and cozy thanks to these men and women.
and from the people in the line of fire, they do not forget why they are there.
never forget these people
and never forget the Soldiers
THE SOLDIER
The average age of the soldier is 19 years. He is a short haired, tight-muscled kid who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears, but old enough to die for his country. He never really cared much for work and he would rather wax his own car than wash his father's; but he has never collected unemployment either.
He's a recent High School graduate; he was probably an average student, pursued some form of sport activities, drives a ten year old jalopy, and has a steady girlfriend that either broke up with him when he left, or swears to be waiting when he returns from half a world away. He listens to rock and roll or jazz or swing and 155mm Howitzers. He is 10 or 15 pounds lighter now than when he was at home because he is working or fighting from before dawn to well after dusk.
He has trouble spelling, thus letter writing is a pain for him, but he can field strip a rifle in 30 seconds and reassemble it in less. He can recite to you the nomenclature of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either one effectively if he must. He digs foxholes and latrines and can apply first aid like a professional. He can march until he is told to stop or stop until he is told to march. He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation, but he is not without spirit or individual dignity.
He is self-sufficient. He has two sets of fatigues: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his canteens full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes, and fix his own hurts. If you're thirsty , he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food. He'll even split his ammunition with you in the midst of battle when you run low. He has learned to use his hands like weapons and his weapons like they were his hands. He can save your life -- or take it, because that is his job.
He will often do twice the work of a civilian, draw half the pay and still find ironic humor in it all. He has seen more suffering and death then he should have in his short lifetime. He has stood atop mountains of dead bodies, and helped to create them. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and is unashamed. Just as did his Father, Grandfather, and Great-grandfather, he is paying the price for our freedom. Beardless or not, he is not a boy. He is the American Fighting Man that has kept this country free for over 200 years. He has asked nothing in return, except our friendship and understanding.
Remember him, always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.
He is a U.S. Soldier
remember when your sleeping today, that your bed is warm and cozy thanks to these men and women.
and from the people in the line of fire, they do not forget why they are there.
i have found a picture of the worlds largest Bukkake
and by bukkake, i mean by the definition term of it. To Splash
and by bukkake, i mean by the definition term of it. To Splash
i am getting really pissed off at these stupid power outages that happen for no fucking reason. unless some asshole in a car decided to hydroplane and hit a utility pole. that or a transformer blowing up would be the only acceptable excuse.
*shakes his fist in anger at the weather*
*shakes his fist in anger at the weather*
i cant think of anything worth while of updating with.
so here, just stare at this for a while
so here, just stare at this for a while
*throws his dog out a closed window*
i want a real dog. not this yappy, bouncy, whiney emo dog bullshit. im starting to really hate this jack russell terrier. i need a real dog. one thats big, and lazy, and can actually bark, and still has its balls. i want a great dane, or an alaskan husky, or a black lab/rott mix.
this emo dog is getting on my last nerves. he shits and pisses all over the place even if you just took him for a walk. then when i try to sleep, he jumps on my bed and just fucking whines for hours and wont shut up, and wont lay down and sleep.
gimme a great dane like this
or a dog like this
or the husky on the right
and i miss my old golden
i want a real dog. not this yappy, bouncy, whiney emo dog bullshit. im starting to really hate this jack russell terrier. i need a real dog. one thats big, and lazy, and can actually bark, and still has its balls. i want a great dane, or an alaskan husky, or a black lab/rott mix.
this emo dog is getting on my last nerves. he shits and pisses all over the place even if you just took him for a walk. then when i try to sleep, he jumps on my bed and just fucking whines for hours and wont shut up, and wont lay down and sleep.
gimme a great dane like this
or a dog like this
or the husky on the right
and i miss my old golden
well id like to thank all 60 people that replied to my last post, and wished me a happy birthday. i would thank everyone individually but that would take forever, and if i dont do it, then maybe people will be forced to read my journal now. since i normally only get like 4 replies anyway.
so i showed up to work monday night/tuesday morning at midnight, to find a cake, and a bottle of soda, and some cards, a box o' joe and a balloon. it was nice. my parents decided that even tho i live at home, they never see me since i work nights, that they would just drop the stuff off at work where they know id find it. it was a pretty boring night, but atleast i had a major caffiene buzz going from the coffee, the soda, and the chocolate cake.
other then that, nothing else exciting has happened. maybe today ill finally decide to go outside and fix my exhaust on my truck since the muffler bracket decided to rust and break off. no biggie tho, the new bracket only cost $1.18 at autozone. the only reason i havent done it yet is cuz its realy fuckign hot outside in the day time, and i hate the sun.
so once again, thank you every one.
so i showed up to work monday night/tuesday morning at midnight, to find a cake, and a bottle of soda, and some cards, a box o' joe and a balloon. it was nice. my parents decided that even tho i live at home, they never see me since i work nights, that they would just drop the stuff off at work where they know id find it. it was a pretty boring night, but atleast i had a major caffiene buzz going from the coffee, the soda, and the chocolate cake.
other then that, nothing else exciting has happened. maybe today ill finally decide to go outside and fix my exhaust on my truck since the muffler bracket decided to rust and break off. no biggie tho, the new bracket only cost $1.18 at autozone. the only reason i havent done it yet is cuz its realy fuckign hot outside in the day time, and i hate the sun.
so once again, thank you every one.
