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| [12463] by "Proxy" (proxy3a.lmco.com)
on Fri 07 Jun 2002 12:56:52
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determinism, dont fail me now!!
baby needs a new set of scruples!
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| That need to lay a root |
| [12193] by "andrea" (213.255.104.225)
on Tue 28 May 2002 05:35:41
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Lay roots, lay roots. I don't like the place where I am leaving, this boring flat city where Romeo & Juliet and the Arena seems to be the only attractive one can enjoy (for a couple days). Yet, I feel the urge to build some kind of bound. Maybe I am gonna buy a house (I earn a good amount of money now but buying an house in Italy is still a terrible, bloodsucking deed).
Apart from that, I look at myself in the mirror just to develop that in two years I aged like if ten passed away: a receding hairline, a little stomach, not to mention the increased need of sleep.
There's nothing /tragic/ in my life now, there are also a number of good things. So? So? What's wrong? Many many many little things - sum them up and feel an immense sense of oppression.
At times like this, I'd like to be 15 again, sitting at my AMD 386 40 Mhz in the beginning of the Roman Summer, coding my first 320*240 graphic routines eating some coffee cake slices.
Shit :)
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| Biggest party of the year |
| [12172] by "Anonymous" (0-1pool173-209.nas4.denver1.co.u)
on Sun 26 May 2002 16:18:18
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For the past 7 years I've thrown my biggest personal party on Memorial Day. That's tomorrow! Wahoo. My house is on the Bolder Boulder Marathon route and 50,000 runners pass through my yard. I call them my captive audience. The party starts tonight. I've got 3 tents on the roof and 14 houseguests sleeping everywhere. The yard will blaze with candles and everywhere there are buckets of live fish and intoxicating beverages (together). We all wake at the crack of dawn and 23 dancers line up on the roof. The runners go wild - screaming and applauding. The local radio station sponsors us. It's a wild ride. Wish you could all be here. When the race is over about 100 of the runners, friends and neighbors come back to my house and we party till we drop.
I really need to party this year because yesterday I received the "reject" letter from the Native American Rights Fund. I have courted this job for years, interviewed brilliantly and really, really thought I would get it. Oh well...it was fun while it lasted. So you see, V, we are traveling the same path.
If I survive I'll let you know how the party goes. GZB |
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| Must obtain venture capital! |
| [12030] by "Veavitdpoh" (syr-66-24-0-198.twcny.rr.com)
on Mon 20 May 2002 13:41:47
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<Veavitdpoh> god, been calling and mailing and trying to fax all morning
<Veavitdpoh> DATA ENTRY DATA ENTRY DATA ENTRY
<Veavitdpoh> first place was a pain in the ass
<Veavitdpoh> "what experience do you have?" "I don't have any experience, but I'm confident that I can handle the job requirements" "yes I know, but what experience do you have?" "I don't have any formal experience, but I can type at over ninety words per minute without error, that works out to 27000 keystrokes per hour at five characters average" "that's impossible sir" "I'm aware that the skills probably aren't directly correlated-"
<Veavitdpoh> "see we're looking for people with previous experience" "FUCK YOU BITCH I'M COMING OVER THERE AND JAMMING THIS RESUME UP YOUR ASS! WITH NO LUBRICANT!"
<Veavitdpoh> and then I hung up on her and started constructing pipe bombs
<Veavitdpoh> but I got over it
<Veavitdpoh> and I've got a few appointments now
<Veavitdpoh> interviews
<Veavitdpoh> gonna have to make sure my good clothes are clean
<Veavitdpoh> already got trimmed
<Veavitdpoh> gonna get me a fucking job yes sir
<Veavitdpoh> money in the bank sir wear a fucking tie sir |
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| Promised pictures of car |
| [12012] by "Rob" (174.234.35.212.in-addr.arpa.ip-p)
on Sun 19 May 2002 18:00:22
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<significant tone>
The doors... go up. |
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| [11991] by "andrea" (ppp-62-11-7-64.dialup.tiscali.it)
on Sun 19 May 2002 06:22:41
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Amelie's soundtrack
Tracks 3 5 8 11 15
Minty's style "See the light"
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| It's so frustrating! [mail] |
| [11928] by "andrea" (ppp-62-11-1-159.dialup.tiscali.i)
on Fri 17 May 2002 13:56:09
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Eurora isn't getting mail... GZB isn't... FK isn't... all my italian friends are. Conclusion: why can't I export mail in other countries?
Also: where's Nosferatu? Vla, where are you? |
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| [11844] by "Veavitdpoh" (136.204.212.83)
on Tue 14 May 2002 14:40:58
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The action was declared before, but it's never been driven home so thoroughly as it has in recent days. My Y is gone from me, not taken or stolen but by my own hand.
This past weekend, though we had both agreed we needed time apart, I received an e-mail from her... again. And it spoke of some things and other things, and there was tenderness and hope, and in every way it hurt. It cut me to the bone. She had sent it knowing full well that it was breaking our agreement to part ways for the time being, and after another such exchange that ended less than amicably...
Y... is a dangerous influence. Once, she was someone whom I called sister, though we are not related. She was a kindred spirit, someone who befriended me, who loved me for no reason - not because it was required, not because of familial duty or obligation, not because she was told to, not because she expected to gain by it - but for me. She cared for me purely for me. In this she saved my life, and gave me hope. These times I will always cherish, now and forever.
But in this time, when simply opening my inbox to see her name wiped the smile from my face and dropped me to my knees, I had to acknowledge certain truths. She hurts me. She changed from the person I loved to a bitter, vengeful one, to someone who was capable of taking the things that we'd held most dear and turning them against me in a fit of rage. She became a grasping, needy individual. I tried to help, failed. And in the end I had to accept that she was destroying me - not just once, but twice, after I'd accepted her back after a full nine months of her absence from my life. I'd hidden things from her, I'd changed who I was for her, I'd done things that I have vowed never again to do to a friend for both our sakes...
Though we had agreed to stay apart for the time, she e-mailed me again. And I took that step. I told her to cease. I changed my e-mail address. I made sure that there would be no way for her to touch me, to hurt me, ever again.
My Y... I loved her. I love her, perhaps. But the one I loved is no more. I hope the person she is now forgives me someday, but for now - this time, I have to live for myself. I have to help myself. And so it's the end of that chapter. Where the book goes from here? Your guess is as good as mine. |
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| [11841] by "FrereKhan" (bowerbird.qut.edu.au)
on Tue 14 May 2002 03:48:00
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Where do our loyalties lie in this disposible world?
Careers used to be life. Now we change jobs at the drop of a coin. Education is no longer valued; certification is the new standard. No more patrons: artists, prostitue yourself for bread! Researchers, prostitute yourself for corporate sponsorship! Or else talk the talk.
Am I just a grumpy old man at the age of 23? Did things actually use to be better or is that just a lie created by the legacy of the hippie generation?
I'd be interested to hear points of view from people whose countries have not totally aped the American cultural experience (like AUS has). The US hippie / flower children / vietnam party is (for better or worse) a part of our past too. Even if it wasn't.
I'm just raging against the machine, here. Don't mind me.
And where the FooK is Nosferatu? |
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| Eurora... F.K... GZB... |
| [11760] by "andrea" (ppp-51-28.30-151.libero.it)
on Fri 10 May 2002 18:08:52
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