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[Aug. 14th, 2006|12:20 am] |
Some high lights from a web site I just discovered because they sell this shit called Bone Suckin' Sauce where I work:
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We are VERY HAPPY To Announce our Certified Kosher items! Here at Ford's Foods, Inc. we strive to have all natural clean products. Here is a list of our products that our Kosher Certified!
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Bone Suckin' Sauce: Regular, Hot, Thicker Style, Hot Thicker Style
Bone Suckin' Mustard
Bone Suckin' Sauce Hiccuppin' Hot
Bone Suckin' Rib Rub
Bone Suckin' Salsa: Regular and Hot
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What is Certified Kosher?
Kosher Certified means that our facility has been checked for quality and cleaniliness.
Do I have to Jewish to eat Certified Kosher Foods?
No. Everyone can eat Kosher Certified foods. Most grocery stores stock a lot of Kosher foods. Chances are you ate something today that was certified Kosher. Look at your Ketchup bottle and look for a U with a circle around it or a K with a circe around it. Those are Kosher symbols.
But I'm sure everyone's already seen this before. Hell I'VE almost definitely seen it before but that goes for just about anything doesn't it? My gear handle thingy is different.... Please let it end.
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| What the doodaddle? |
[Aug. 13th, 2006|02:02 am] |
This next post is just for randomness. I'm sick of following the norm. if you know what i mean.
Dinosaurs! Roar!
Kitty cats! Meows!
Did I mention dinosaurs?
I like ducks, too!
I should sleep.
I want a spaceship. |
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| Hm. |
[Aug. 13th, 2006|01:43 am] |
God. Um. I guess I'm hacked. Not again God dammit. Well maybe not. I'm so paranoid.
iTunes has a shitty fucking selection.
I tried to write them and e-mail but they only had customer support and I didn't want to bother them.
Having a beard is fun.
I feel guilty because I want to learn flash and read. I need hobbies and talents and interests but all I really want to do is go to work at the good old Cracker Barrel and fuck around on my space and live journal and movie renting. But i guess i haven't even really watched the movies i rented. ren and stimpy. 9/11. iraq uncovered. that other one. the hills have eyes. what a piece of shit.
i want to be intellectual. i idolize that. but i know i'm just another mindless douche. i'm working on it.
art classes at etsu. that's the answer! i'll only be taking one after i drop that damn 8:30 class.. oh well. better than nothing.
maybe i'll have time to learn flash. maybe i'll uh not fail. oh wait i'm going to fail everything!LOL!
Art Bell is on the radio. He's saying 9/11 wasn't an inside job. I'm not so much in the inside job camp as the didn't do anything to prevent it camp. It's not a partisan thing. I do believe that Clinton wouldn't have let 9/11 happen. It's not partisan because I don't believe that due to my party allegiance. My party allegiance is due to the fact that I believe that. But then I'm just another college liberal who hasn't researched jack shit at all. At least I'm not just another anarchist anti-authority type. Anyone can be anti-authority. Who isn't, really.
I am in love with Art Bell. |
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| hEY |
[Aug. 11th, 2006|02:27 am] |
I hadn't eaten all day. My dad had some really delicious looking pork on the table. Some really delicious looking pepperoni pizza which by the way tricked me the other day because the pepperoni was under the cheese. Some tastey looking chicken enchilada. So I get pissed off and try to make some of that instant feduccini alfredo shit. I get the water and noodles ready and it turns out you have to have fucking milk. WE'RE OUT OF MILK. So I found more pasta. Here's my new recipe. I hope you all like it. It's called Pasta ala Desperation, OR: Incompetent early twenties bachelor on a brief semi vegetarian phase makeshift shit surprise!
ingredients:
1 butter bowl full of rainbow rotini.
3 or 4 or was it five tablespoons of butter.
1 or 2 tablespoons of mayonaise.
A fuck ton of generic canned mushrooms.
like a teaspoon of garlic.
way too much balsamic vinaigrette because i just dumped a bunch in and a lot more shot out than i expected and it ruined it.
1 Huge ass spoon full of Taco Bell fiesta cheese sauce or wtfever it was.
1 really empty miserable stomach.
ENJOY it's quite the delish dish! |
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| Welly welly well then |
[Aug. 10th, 2006|11:57 pm] |
I worked 6-close today. Got out at 11 which is thirty minutes earlier than the average time that I get out when I close.
I'm making a little big of progress in my attempts to learn flash. I made a couple really crappy animations. Better than nothing I guess. I'm only halfway into hour two out of twenty-four hours in my little teach yourself macromedia flash 8 book.
"must've not been too nasty because those cats were drinking all that water in there and if it was bad they woulda died by now. all it was was frog food mushed up and frog poop."
HAHA. Three more frogs we have now. I want to smoke myself to death. |
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| Poor bastard |
[Aug. 9th, 2006|01:42 am] |
Lieberman lost the Democratic primary to some bastard. Lieberman was pro Iraq War. Serves him right. The Dems reject Lieberman for being pro war and the Reps reject McCain for being too centrist. Really I guess it's good that America is becoming more polarized politically. We have to have someone other than some hopeless independent who will make the races more than just pepsi and coke.
I feel like complete shit. Serious withdrawal. Almost enough to give up everything I have. But I don't know if she's as serious as I am. She's just 17 and probably isn't even sure what she wants in a guy. And if she is, then what she wants in a guy surely isn't what I have to offer, if what she wants is a guy at all.
Would it be worth putting all the eggs in one basket? I'm so fucking stressed lately. I feel so antsy and shitty and restless. It's like I need sleep all the time even when I've gotten too much. When she was here I didn't feel like I needed sleep even when I'd gotten only 4 hours. But I don't know if she feels the same way. She breaks up with me on a whim and considers other guys on a whim. How do I know I'm not just another phase? God dammit. Teenage girls are pretty fickle.
Why are the gnats all swarming around me?
A dog came up to me today and loved me. The first time an animal showed that it liked me more than everyone else in a long time. Pleasant it was.
Went to Craigs. Drank. Watched the first half of the Hills Have Eyes which Syd said scared the hell out of her to the point of not being able to sleep for weeks. Glad I didn't rent it for us to watch when she was here! Craig and I just laughed at how hilarious and ridiculous it was.
Watched a Ren and Stimpy lost episode. The one where Ren goes to Therapy and talks about his childhood. Funnyness.
I feel like shit. I'll try to take a nap instead of learning flash and reading and all the other productive things I'd like to do.
Good night. |
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| Did this work last time? |
[Aug. 8th, 2006|04:49 pm] |
WILL I EVER GET AROUND TO READING EVEN ONE OF THESE?
the stranger
the perks of being a wallflower
a clockwork orange
kafka
the bell jar
prey
depeche mode stripped
catcher in the rye
slaughterhouse five
cat's cradle
chuck "fight club guy"
divine comedy?
lolita?
flash 8 |
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| Howdy folks |
[Aug. 8th, 2006|03:01 pm] |
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| | The Dresden Dolls | ] |
Well I haven't posted on this thing in a long time. The problem is that when nothing's going on, there's nothing to write about. But when something IS going on that I could write about, I don't write about it because I'm too preoccupied with the real life happenings to bother sitting down and writing about it. And I can't just sit back and focus.
My lack of focus is getting a lot worse. It's so fucking hard to just sit down and read or teach myself a new hobby. I'm starting to wonder if I should drop more than just one class until this passes (hopefully it's a phase) since the ability to just relax and read/write/learn/focus is SLIGHTLY important for the whole college thing...
I'm wondering if it's connected to how miserable I am right now. I'm going through some pretty hardcore Syd withdrawal. I guess I'm seeing what she must've been going through when she was away from her friends to see me for so long. If this is the same thing she put herself through for me then that's incredibly flattering because it feels pretty miserable.
More bitching! My woods are gone. AND THE FROG FIASCO. Jesus Christ was that ever some drama. My mom crying and screaming at me (probably the worst she's ever bitched me out) plus the feeling of getting dumped for about 3 minutes on a whim as part of a defense mechanism. LOL this paragraph sounds like such an utter guilt trip but it's all my own fault. Sorry Syd. I just have to whine and get it off my chest because I'm feeling frantic and antsy and worried and sad and paranoid as hell.
WE HAVE THREE NEW FROGS THAT MY MOM DIDN'T EVEN WANT. MY DAD JUST GOT IT FOR MOTIVES UNKNOWN TO ME. Fucken A. Please kill me. |
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| Wah! |
[May. 29th, 2006|02:50 am] |
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It looks as though not only have I lost Donnie Darko the Director's Cut, but ALSO, Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow.
That really gets my friggin goat.
NO seriously I'm more than annoyed. I hate losing things. I'm extremely attached to my material objects. Esp that radiohead shirt I lost.
It's almost 3 in the morning and all I've done is lay in bed with the lights off and my eyes shut. Work is going to SUCK BAD tomorrow. God dammit to hell. |
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[May. 28th, 2006|05:04 am] |
There's a street light on the way back from work.
Every night that I drive by it, it goes out.
If other cars did it, I would expect it to still be out from a different car.
There has never been a time that I've drove by it and it hasn't gone out.
Good news.
I got my evaluation from work. I'm a Par 3 now.
Didn't get a raise for some reason.
I've been there a year so I get my paid vacation check which is good because I need it.
I also need to remember that my parents owe me $250.
Got time off for Bonnaroo. The 15th through the 19th.
Bonnaroo is the 16th through the 18th.
That sounds about right.
Now time to smoke, get about 5 -6 hours of sleep and work from 9-8 tomorrow. Why do they do this to me? The weekends are the only time my friends throw parties. Sunday is Craig's off day so Saturday is the only night he's up late. Friday and Sat are the only nights that good bands play at the Hideaway. My social life is destroyed.
Good night and good luck. |
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[May. 25th, 2006|03:30 am] |
Everyone who's read this already knows the drama so I'll explain why my day is even worse LOL.
Got four hours of sleep last night.
Worked for 7 hours. Busted my ass.
Ate at about 9 in the morning.
Took a driving class from 6-10.
I feel dead!!! |
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| pOOP |
[May. 23rd, 2006|03:50 pm] |
Tried to fall asleep just a little while ago. Didn't really work. But I could tell that a dream was starting even while I was still awake. I was on a train, window seat and some old lady that was sitting right behind me was talking to me. I remember believing it for a while, and then thinking, am I on a train? Where am I really? But even though I didn't know where I was i could feel the pillow against my face and the bed and covers and I was definitely not asleep.
Been getting a lot of those lately, sometimes even with visuals. I'll be awake with my eyes shut and I'll get a none eyes playing tricks on me full color VIVID image. Just like seeing the real thing. I'm not talking about those little shapes and colors you see when you're trying to fall asleep. Eh. |
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| What's the deal with Mister Feathers? |
[May. 18th, 2006|03:39 pm] |
Sure, Mister Feathers seems like he would be a happy guy. He's the poster child for Depeche Mode. He has lots of fame and glory. He even got to dance around on stage with David Gahan. But then he got a little bit mean.
He started doing all this stuff that just wasn't cool. He started appearing and then disappearing really fast and then you could see through him some.
And here's the Really not cool thing. He just started stealing Dave and Martin's auras or something. That is NOT coool. I don't think I would hang out with him unless he could introduce me to DM. Even then I would be making sure he doesn't steal my soul or disappear or anything...
So anyway.
Work was really easy today. Okay not really easy but it was tolerable. I am a little bit tired though. The worst part was the sweatting. Damn steam and stuff...
Oh my hemorrhoids. You'd think I'd know how to spell that by now, but no.... (spell checked it; it's right now)
WORST ENTRY EVER |
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| oh my god MOTHER'S DAY SUCKS IF YOU WORK AT CRACKER BARREL |
[May. 15th, 2006|12:49 am] |
Fuck. That just reminded me to say happy mother's day to my mom. Wow. I'm actually a really shitty person. It's not really that I don't like my mom or anything. It's just that bullshit holidays really piss me off.
ESPECIALLY when i have to work fucking 11 hours and it's ONE CONSTANT RUSH ALL DAY LONG. Wow. That was terrible.
And then Mark evacuated the premises, because he was stressed, becuase he had to pee, and because he had to fill his lungs with death.
OKie dokie.
Well i wrote syd an email and now it's time to go smoke again!~ |
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| a hidey do to all |
[May. 9th, 2006|10:39 pm] |
I finally found my star wars Boba Fett hoodie... I was so pissed off that I lost that thing.. I hate the way that whenever I lose something it almost always happens to be my FAVORITE article of clothing or my only pair of glasses that I like or my FAVORITE rare special edition cd that I have the most memories attached to.. WHy oh why... but at least this time I managed to recover it.. I'd much rather have my favorite shirt back though that I ever got compliments on and that Josh spilled beer on..
Oh wellllll.. I love pizza hut bread sticks. They're so damned greasey. I've noticed that since I've cut back on my smoking by about a half a pack a day my appetite has come back a little bit... That's probably the main thing that was killing it off... ALl the damn nicotine in my body.. Blah..
SO I watched some Electronic Entertainment Expo coverage today.. God G4 sucks such cocks.. That might be the shittiest television channel ever.. Anyway all the new systems are looking good and there may be a remote possibility of me getting the Nintendo Wii despite the kiddiness and whatnot... I don't care what anyone says, I'd rather play Mario than Halo any day... And Mario galaxies looks pretty fucked up.. However... I'd never play it because I never play video games anymore and they before the living hell out of me and make me feel like I'm wasting my life.. Mark said as he sat on the computer typing a long idiotic journal entry about video games... |
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| WEllyt welly welly |
[May. 9th, 2006|09:22 pm] |
SO I did the whole checking out other people's LJ's thing and it pretty much just made me realize how seriously not for me this stuff is... Not that I'm not pretty addicted to it and all but I really just not that much of a writer... I think I could be maybe if i just got past my fear of pretension but generally when I try to make something interesting all that comes out is a bunch of pretense and what not and not to mention I guess i'm really just not that mature enough to be the type of person that writes about my feelings and beliefs.. I can write that type of crap to myself but it's always so terribly corny and ridiculous that i would never bother telling anyone else... It's probably something to do with that pesky Y chromosome... That would especially make sense seeing as I noticed there seems to be more female LJ people than male and most of the male ones aren't really macho types.. Well there was one red neck dude who apparently was into guns and the military or something... Blast it...
On the other hand I guess my posts don't have to be like everyone else's.... If I want to talk about how I'm stoked about the new Nintendo Wii then I guess I could but I'm pretty sure most people just talk about the crap that's going on in their lives kind of like a .. Well.. Like some kind of Live Journal or some shit... Does that make any sense at all?
The thing is i really don't have any drama going on and when there is sharing it with strangers isn't exactly the first thing that jumps to mind.. I'm far too introverted and private for that kind of thing..
I'm sure as FUCK not going to write poetry and post them on here. I'm all for the type of poems that make you reflect and realize that you actually have something in common with the author but if the poem EVER has the word RAZORBLADES in the fucking title or BLOOD or other self mutilation references... Actually I love those because they're so fucking hilarious... I keep saying this but that's my favorite type of humor... When people try to be serious but instead it's so absurd it's the funniest thing in the world.. That's probably why I have such a problem with trying to write in these things.. Because I know that if i saw half of my own posts and someone else wrote them I'd just be like OH GOD that's so funny......
I'm going to end this right here...
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| weoawhfo;ijwefoiawjt4oawef |
[May. 8th, 2006|05:51 pm] |
Pretty kitty cats ...think that's a cool shot
creepy little bastards they are...
and that time i wrecked my car.... FUCK I WISH I STILL HAD THAT THING..poor betsy
Believe this was Halloween 2003... Or 2002.. What year did all that happen again.... hmm.. What a crazy old guy
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