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Name: Jesse
Country: United States
State: North Carolina
Metro: Winston-Salem
Birthday: 4/6/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Video Games (dork!), INTELLIGENT music, History, Movies, People, Ideas, Tokes county, Religion(s), anything else that is even remotely relevant, Education, Acting, Smug badasses who always squint, Desert Journeys, Sidewinders, Ol' pickups, Trailers, cutting off people's ears.
Expertise: History, Making a complete ass of myself, guilt trips, eating, hiding weight, Lying, mood swings, making everyone around me feel important (even if they really aren't), Joking (see previous statement), USELESS KNOWLEDGE, being a smug badass, cutting off people's ears, destroying shit, being amazingly awesome.
Occupation: Introspective writing.
Industry: Nonprofit
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AIM:  kashkropsntokes
Member Since:
9/10/2004
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| My 360 died today. The Microsuck rep I talked to told me it would take 6-8 weeks in total to ship it and get it back. Sure, my 360 lasted a lot longer than the other first generation ones. Sure, it survived a red light of doom before this deadly blow. But why did it have to give out like a pussy when I just got Bioshock with Halo 3 two weeks away. If there is a God, he must be laughing his ass off at the utter defeat he has released from his asshole and butter-cupped right into my mouth. (during the process of reading the diagnostic and identification report of my 360, I noticed the Microsoft rep was very kind, courteous and committed to excellence in customer satisfaction. I find this ironic, because they should pay researchers/hardware designers her salary so my 360 doesn't fry and HER JOB BECOMES FUCKING UNNECESSARY.)
Why is it that no one but Nintendo can make a console with flawless hardware? Sony had their disc tray problems, The Sega Saturn had RAM issues, and don't get me started on the Genesis add-on frenzy in the mid-'90's.Can no one but Nintendo figure out how to make something correctly?
At least Microsoft is acknowledging the fact that they've made a mistake and are willing to fix it for free. Some other companies (ahem...SONYISRULEDBYCROOKEDJAPSANDJEWS) spread their cheeks and dump a suffocating loaf of "FUCK YOU" on your face instead. I got tired of eating shit and thinking it was filet mignon. That's why I got a 360. Microsoft's gonna be on top because of their library (two years in, the PS3 still doesn't have the 'wow-factor' of an Oblivion, Fight Night or Gears of War) and their dedication to their fanbase: people like me who just want a mistake cleaned up for free. They know I want to buy more games instead of a system, and so they're fixing it.
...............Nintendo's still cooler than all of them.
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| Bring it the fuck on. Seriously, this anticipation for school to start has got me feeling like Duke Nukem. Without regard or discrimination, I will mercilessly stomp school into submission. And yes, like Duke, I have Balls of Steel.
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| Monday-Wednesday-Friday:
8:00 a.m.-8:50 a.m. Western Civ
9:00 a.m.-9:50 a.m. College Algebra
Tuesday and Thursday
9:30 a.m.-10:55 a.m. Public Speaking
11:00 a.m.-12:25 p.m. American Lit
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I'm terribly ready for school to start, if only because I want it to be over just as fast. Work decided to schedule me every day until at least 10 the week I start back school. What is wrong with them? Forget it; it gives me a headache to even think about it.
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| I was really fucking bored today. I'd better
enjoy the cool and the rest, because I have to bag at Fuck Lion
tomorrow. The high? 100 degrees of sticky NC heat: The kind that makes
every pore feel like it weighs 30 lbs. I'm wearing cargo shorts, even
if it is against code; the instant they say something to me about it,
I'm clocking out and leaving. No warning, no explosiveness. I'll let my
actions speak my opinion. I know it's gonna happen, too. If anyone
thinks I'm bringing in carts, mopping floors, bagging groceries and
emptying full trash cans into dumpsters in pants while it's 100
degrees, then they have to be utterly foolish-either inhumanly obsessed
with company policy, or merely malicious. Seriously, my manager from Fuck Lion is almost completely identical to Nurse Ratched in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
She even looks like her. and the way she defeats you as an
employee...it's with that cold, heartless, "We're only debating this to
amuse me" type personality. Just like Nurse Ratched, you are always
defeated, she always has the high ground of ranking authority, and will resort to it when
you've actually made a valid point. It's sheer evil, a type more
terrifying to me than the megalomaniac Hitler-type mastermind; at least
you can see the madness bubbling over in that. There's nothing in her
eyes that you can read, nothing to give you a hint of what to do or say
next...utterly inhuman. I feel sickened that I have to bend to the
whims of such a wretch, such a nonperson. Just like Randal P. McMurphy,
She'll conquer me: I'm too wild to play her game in a cage; it'll break
me in half. I wish I could be more like Chief, but I know myself: I'm
too loud, too disruptive to continue enduring the bullshit that's
dumped. It'll break me. | | |
| Things have been pretty boring around here. But Dimebag Darrell was an awesome guitarist. In other news, I can't wait until the Bourne Ultimatum comes out. Peace.
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