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Friday, March 14th, 2008
4:29 pm	Three categories When it comes to relationships, it seems that 90% of people are considerably unhappy. More specifically, I believe that 90% of people fall into one of these three categories: 1. Wrongly committed. It started off as a convenience relationship. Whether you were introduced by some mutual friends, you have similar interests, or you happened to find someone "fun to hang around with," you found yourself a boyfriend/girlfriend. The sex was great, and within a few years you find yourself regretting being married. You don't want to leave because you have grown a certain fondness for this person, but your marriage is lackluster, shallow, and possibly abusive. Cheerleaders aren't cheerleaders forever. People change. You never expected your partner to drink so much, or to make financial decisions without your input, and your relationship was never built on the principles that allowed for change. So here you are, stuck with the "wrong one"... 2. Unable to find someone. Some have long periods of remaining solitary, while others have seen more dates than the palm tree. Lonely and sad about it, you ask the same questions as all the others. What am I doing wrong? Why are all the good ones taken? Why do nice guys finish last? Why does herpes itch so much?  Being alone isn't always the easy road, but for those being wise about things, the patience might just pay off. And for the sluts, buy some cream and get ready to fall into the first category I listed. 3. Found their love, but unable to be together. One of the lucky few to have actually found a relationship that's mutually fulfilling, loving, and based on the correct groundwork. Problem is, you can't be actually WITH each other. As most everyone knows by now, this is the category I'm in. This is the category I've been in for over three years. We're progressing toward "some day," but our relationship and pursuit of togetherness has had to deal with obstacles in the most inane things!! These have included poor phone connections, financial woes, computers breaking, computers being stolen, terrorist plots, things lost in the mail, governmental address screw-ups, and today?? BROKEN FUCKING PRINTERS SO AN EMBASSY CAN'T FUCKING PRINT A DAMNED VISA!!! For fuck's sake, I'll be infinitely happy when this is over. But to everyone that can take simple hugs, kisses, phone calls, and walks together for granted: be thankful. I want to bust some skulls... Current Mood: angry (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, January 11th, 2008
10:48 pm	Favorite Metal Albums Someone asked me what my favorite metal albums are. So, I made a list of my "top 30" and figured, "what the hell?"... My LiveJournal is lonely.. I'm bored... Read 'em and weep: Amon Amarth : Versus the World Arch Enemy : Anthems of Rebellion Avenger of Blood : Complete Annihilation Behemoth : Demigod Behemoth : Thelema 6 Blind Guardian : A Night at the Opera Children of Bodom : Hate Crew Deathroll Dark Funeral : The Secrets of the Black Arts DevilDriver : DevilDriver DevilDriver : The Fury of Our Maker's Hand Emperor : In the Nightside Eclipse Forest of Impaled : Forward the Spears Hatebreed : Supremacy Hirax : The New Age of Terror Iced Earth : Something Wicked This Way Comes Iron Maiden : Powerslave Iron Maiden : The Number of the Beast Lamb of God : Ashes of the Wake Nevermore : Dead Heart, In a Dead world Nevermore : Enemies of Reality RelliK : Heritage of Abomination Slayer : Reign in Blood Stratovarius : Infinite Sonata Arctica : For the Sake of Revenge Summer Dying : Behond the Darkness Within Symphony X : The Divine Wings of Tragedy Teratism : Invocatum Furae Diabolis Usurper : Cryptobeast Usurper : Twilight Dominion Xenomorph : Baneful Stealth Desire (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, October 11th, 2007
7:51 pm	Hekau 718 A ka dua tuf ur biu Bi a chefu dudu ner af an nuteru Kha her nest af ur ar uatu an ba an khu an kha Au aper ku khu am aper!! Current Mood: depressed (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 17th, 2005
5:28 pm	True Love.... As some of you may know, in past collegiate years, I have been a VERY frequent visitor to the local Taco Bell. Yesterday, I decided to return to my old stomping grounds and head there for lunch. While I was there, I observed this particular group of people that I used to see there every day. What's special about these people is that one of them is somehow handicapped. She seems mostly catatonic. She is bound to a wheel chair, and her verbal communication is limited to sparse and short barely-audible mutterings. She looks middle-aged, and always goes to Taco Bell with the same two people, a man and a woman (of similar ages) and sometimes a more elderly woman. I'm not sure who her companions are. Perhaps immediate family of some sort, or maybe friends, or even workers for some sort of home or hospice. It's not important. What's admirable is the care they show for this woman. It is quite an involved process to bring her to lunch, yet they never seem to be inconvenienced. They get her in the dining area and help her get comfy. They get her food. They even will wipe her mouth if needed. It usually takes a while for her to have her meal (I'd guess an hour or so), so they sometimes try to keep the atmosphere more happy. Yesterday, her 3 comrades were playing some form of word game. At times, the group would break out into laughter, and the challenged woman would smile. Though she was unable to truly participate, they seem to try their best to make her feel like she was "part of the gang." I was observing them yesterday, noting the amount of work and inconvenience these people go through for this woman, and noting how they truly care for her physical and emotional needs, and I thought..... That's true love... I don't know the history of this woman. I don't know if she is mentally challenged or just physically handicapped. I don't know if her affliction has been there her whole life or is the result of some form of tragedy. All I know is that she's incredibly fortunate. Current Mood: content Current Music: Evergrey - A Touch of Blessing (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, October 8th, 2005
9:39 pm	How to be a good hockey fan Now that the NCAA hockey season has officially started, I think it's time for me to share some advice about what it takes to be a good hockey fan: Fuck morals. Fuck sportsmanship. If someone deserves the public humiliation, give it to them!! Verbal assassination rules!! Especially with the refs. Fuck the refs!! Zebra, Zebra, short and stout! Find your head and pull it out!! If your team is three goals down with 2 minutes to go, don't get up and leave like some pansy. The game's not over yet; in two minutes it could be turned around completely. What your team needs is extra support and loyalty, so stay there and give your vocal cords a beating!! Stand up!! Jump around!! Be heard!! At the very least, don't start pissing and moaning when people in front of you stand up. Instead, be jealous that they are more of a fan than you are. Either stand up with them, or go watch a chess match instead. Loser. Learn all four verses of "In Heaven There is No Beer," as well as the Zamboni Song. (applies to Michigan Tech fans only) If your girlfriend/boyfriend complains because you are spending Friday and Saturday night at the ice arena instead of doing something romantic, kick him/her in the adam's apple. This person is not worth your time, and that would be a clear indication that you want to break up. Don't give up on your team, no matter how shitty they have been doing, unless of course, you like giving up on things. Hell, why not quit your job while you're at it?¿ Maybe even get a divorce, burn your lame stamp collection, and give your kids up for adoption. Quitter. Stand up for your team. This one is by far the most important. It doesn't matter if your team has lost 50 straight. It doesn't matter if you are outnumbered 17 to 1 in the middle of the opposing school's campus. If someone insults your team, you have some ass-kicking to do, plain and simple!! Drop the gloves, clench your fists, and do some damage!! Anyway, getting these few things mastered is a pretty good start. Please note that this applies to NCAA fans mostly, since the NHL is lame, and NHL fans are inherently lame as a result. To be a good NHL fan, all that is required is to be able to shrug and say "I kinda like [insert team here] I guess." That's all I have to say for now. Enjoy the season!! --Jesse G. Current Mood: content Current Music: Arch Nemesis - I Think (Therefore I Am?) (7 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 5th, 2005
1:41 am	Top commenters on my livejournal 1 prezmach5 23 2 fallenangel_79 11 3 Anonymous 11 4 magickmayhem 9 5 kushielite 6 6 1_broken_beauty 6 7 sweetbuttercup5 5 8 kellynoel 4 9 jessegsadmirer 4 10 jen_strawberry 2 _______________ Report generated 10/5/2005 1:41:34 AM by scrapdog's LJ Comment Stats Wizard 1.6 The rest of you are lazy bastards. and I am the most frequent commenter on my own journal.. That's kinda sad, actually. Current Music: Pantera - I'll Cast a Shadow (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 25th, 2005
6:06 pm	I Hate Halloween Ahoy, fellow livejournalists! I apologize, for it has been many moons since I have updated. Why? Because nothing has pissed me off, and I therefore have had nothing to write about. Ok, ok... just kidding.... I'm actually just lazy.... My bad. What was today's topic?¿ Oh yeah.... Halloween sucks. For one, it's way too commercialized. People always complain about this with Christmas. Sure, the same applies to Christmas, but at least Christmas has a point (though many fail to acknowledge it). Ask someone what halloween is all about, and they might be able to give you some shindig about the history of All Hallow's Eve, but the truth is, nobody really gives a shit. It's just another holiday for people to waste money. Seriously... People buy the stupidest shit for Halloween. Who in the fuck needs a 6-foot Frankenstein figure that shouts some stupid cliche phrase whenever someone walks by?¿ Or how about jack-o-lantern candy dishes, skull candles, or spooky window clings, for that matter?¿ (Although I do love those hanging ghost decorations that shake and go "oooooOOOOOOooooOOOoooo"... man those rock!!) I have an idea. Why not take all the money you would normally spend on halloween decorations and spend it on something useful, like root beer, hookers, or a good cause?¿ The Children With Special Needs Fund is a good one. They help needy children with health problems when everyone else tells them to fuck off. For them, every dollar counts, but I bet that vampire lawn ornament is more important, isn't it, asshole?¿ <mumbling something under my breath> (Not like I am trying to guilt-trip you or anything) Another reason I hate halloween is because of all those kids that transform into bratty, undisciplined little heathens. When did kids become gluttonous, money-hungry brats, anyway?¿ In a matter of ten minutes today, I overheard 3 children saying things like, "but I want it!" while frustrated, worn-down parents try their best to maintain sanity. Of course, my response would be, "Yes, you want it, but I want you to shut the hell up!! We can't all get what we want, now can we?¿" Man, I'd be an awesome parent!! In one instance, the mother gave in after the little hellion refused to relinquish is demands. Angered, I wanted to dash over there and proclaim to her, "No... you shouldn't give this monetary-black-hole-of-a-son 5 more dollars worth of junk... You should give him 5 knuckles across the eyes!" Thanks, Maddox. I don't know. Maybe I am just embittered because every year, these little kids bang on the door, force me to put some pants on, and then expect me to give them candy?¿ Seems a little backwards to me. Anyway, until next time, --Jesse G. Current Mood: content Current Music: Pink Floyd - Money (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, July 17th, 2005
3:47 pm	Surprise Holiday Quite often, one of those mega-lame holidays sneaks up on you. I think you know what ones I am referring to: those stupid "holidays" that don't have any real significance to anybody at all. You usually learn about these days either from some morning radio show, or some moron trying to actually make it exciting. I remember the last Talk-Like-a-Pirate Day as the day I went to Taco Bell and was asked, "Arrr... What can we put in your chum bucket to shiver your timbers today, matey?" OK, OK..... So Talk-Like-a-Pirate Day kicks ass... A lot of ass. In fact, Talk-Like-a-Pirate Day kicks more ass than a clan of black-belt ninja penguins with lasers handing out cases of free root beer. Some of them are pretty pointless though. For instance, September 4 is..... Newspaper Carrier Day. What the hell?¿ Maybe as soon as my paperboy grows some pubes and does something useful like curing cancer or making the world's largest funnel cake, he would actually deserve a holiday. And why the hell isn't there a holiday for Henry Weinhard?¿ (If you don't know who Henry Weinhard is, you are a loser. Sorry) Moving on.... I started the day groggily waking up at a friend's house a few hours north of here with no idea, but soon afterwards I deduced that today must be Idiots-Go-Drive-Around-On-The-Interstate Day. Come on!!! The passing lane is for PASSING!! For those idiots who are still confused, here is a definition:     [v] travel past, as of a vehicle; "The sports car passed all the trucks" Anyway, being the ever-generous fellow that I am, I have once again chosen to share my newly-aquired knowledge with my beloved journal readers. Greetings to all!! Happy Idiots-Go-Drive-Around-On-The-Interstate Day, everybody!!! Oh yeah... and today is also National Peach Ice Cream Day, but I don't have any peach ice cream, so I guess I can't celebrate THAT one.... darn Current Mood: celebratory Current Music: Beyond the Embrace - Release (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 18th, 2005
12:08 pm	I hate drug companies So I was watching television the other night (a surprisingly rare occurrence) and was a tad irritated by all the prescription drug commercials I kept seeing, trying to convince me to ask my doctor about their product. For a lack of anything better to do, and because I haven't complained enough on my journal lately, I have broken these down into three distinct but equally asinine parts: Phase 1: Something is wrong with you! "Do you [insert symptom here]? You must have [insert some contorted disease name here]! You need drugs!" For instance, the voiceover will ask "Do your indoor allergies have you down?" Meanwhile, they are showing some loser sneezing while trying to pet his dog and acting like he is all depressed about it. One of my favorites is from those retarded anti-depressant commercials "Do you find you are always sad and feeling lonely? Do you feel like the world is closing in on you?" Well here's my reply, assholes: If I was feeling depressed, I sure as hell wouldn't feel any better by emptying my wallet to jack me up on your piece of shit drugs, while blaming some hormone imbalance for all my problems. I'd like to make one of those commercials, only it would say "Feeling lonely? Maybe it's because your friends got creeped out by the insane amount of drugs in your bathroom medicine cabinet. That's right. They are nosey bastards that snoop through your stuff. How do you feel now, huh?¿" and then it would say "just kidding" and sell some miracle drug, which is actually some Flinstones vitamins I got from Wal-Mart. Speaking of miracle drugs, that brings us to phase 2. Phase 2: Our drug will fix it! "That's right! All you need to do is take a little pill!! All your problems will be solved!! Ask your doctor today!! What are you waiting for?" Of course, at this point, they are showing the character in the commercial triumphantly suceeding at life. One in particular shows a businessman whose boss was impressed by his presentation, since his new pills have cured his adult ADD. In reality, though, if someone is stupid enough to base their medical treatments on a television commercial, he/she is probably not smart enough to impress ANY boss, including the pointy-haired manager from Dilbert. By now, the commercial has wasted enough of your time, and it hasn't even gotten to phase 3. Phase 3: Side effects I don't know anybody that isn't bothered by this segment. The last half (or more) of the ad is nothing but a list of what this drug might screw up. Yes, that's exactly what I want: oily discharge from attempted allergy relief. Good grief. Get a grip!! Hell, I don't even know what some of these side effects even ARE. Can anybody tell me what "candidiasis of the mouth and throat" is?¿ Hot damn!! Anyway, time for me to quit bitching and summarize, while sharing my infinite wisdom with my journal readers. If you think something is seriously wrong with you, and you want treatment, go to a doctor. Watching these 30-second piles of horse dung is not going to make you knowledgeable in the medical field. Let the DOCTOR figure out how to treat your problem. They didn't go to medical school just so they could wear those fashionably cool white uniforms. We don't need these stupid commercials!! However, if you really don't like all the hassle involved with letting a doctor diagnose you, and you want some drugs, I can introduce you to Leroy. He runs his whole establishment out of a van, and gives you a lot less bullshit. WARNING: side effects may include "the munchies." Bottom line: We need less drug commercials and MORE BEER COMMERCIALS!! Current Mood: annoyed Current Music: Rhapsody - Gorgoyles, Angels of Darkness (20 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, May 16th, 2005
5:45 pm	Here's a ****ing quiz for ya Personality Quiz enjoy Current Mood: content Current Music: Brainstorm - Tomorrow Never Comes (Comment on this)
Monday, April 11th, 2005
10:14 pm	WTF?¿ stupid quiz.. Ok.... so here I am... Feeling all masculine and good about myself and stuff... but bored... so I took this silly quiz that I saw on kushielite's journal, "What's your inner mythical beast?" This is what it tells me: You are the most universal mythical beast ever. Sightings of the unicorn have been reported from all over the world, even in modern times. Unicorns are pure and incorruptible. In China, unicorns symbolized gentleness, good will, and wisdom. Christianity links the unicorn with Christ. It is said that unicorns would only allow virgin girls to see them, let alone touch them. They were easily lured into fatal ambushes by a virgin with some poachers waiting for the unicorn in nearby bushes. A unicorn's horn was a highly prized possession, which was reputed to have great healing capabilities. With the touch of its horn, a unicorn could bring back a person who had been dead for several hours. But when separated from the unicorn's body, the magic was significantly reduced. The unicorn had the body of a horse, a unique spiraling horn, and a lion's tail. They were pure white in color. What mythical beast best represents you? Take the quiz! Man... My ego is ruined... A unicorn... WTF?¿ The quiz is called "What's your inner mythical beast?" That's right... BEAST, damn it!! BEAST!! I want to be told I am something kickass and dangerous: something that people worship and fear, because I could dismember them in a nanosecond!! Something that would slaughter armies for fun. Something that could turn Middle Earth to ruin and rubble if anyone pissed it off!! But no... a unicorn. Watch out for Mr. Unicorn!! He might poke you with that horn on his nose!! Fuck all you people who make these damn online quizzes!! You can all go to hell!! Current Mood: angry Current Music: Molly Hatchet - Beatin' the Odds (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, April 2nd, 2005
10:06 pm	Why do people go crazy over online quizzes?¿ I mean... Come on... Most of them are pretty retarded. Here's one that kicks ass though. Why?¿ Because it's about me!! YAY!! (ignore the moronic ads) Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com! Current Mood: content Current Music: Xenomorph - Dragon's Breath (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
6:01 pm	What I dislike about hair metal music videos 80's hair metal has produced some of the finest music in existence. If you don't agree, click here. However, I feel obligated to point out that it has also produced some of the worst music videos of all time. Here's just a few reasons why they suck: HAIR (obviously) Just in case anybody has forgotten why they are called "hair bands", they are sure to keep reminding us:   By the way, is that person in the 2nd one a man or a woman?¿ Cheesy Special Effects   That first one is from Aerosmith - Angel.... Doesn't look like an angel to me. Looks more like: ("oops") Things that just make you go "huh?¿" That's right. Those chicks are wearing clocks on their heads. Huh?¿ Butt Too many closeups of male butts in general: I censored this screen shot for the good of humanity. After watching this video, I stared at the sun for 4 hours just to ensure that this image was scorched off my retinas. You get the point.   :-) Until Next Time, --Jesse G. DISCLAIMER: All music videos were acquired (and screen shots posted) through legal means. If you have any concerns about copyrighting, please send inquiries to my legal department at IDontCare@JesseG.net Current Mood: amused Current Music: ZZ Top - I'm Bad, I'm Nationwide (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, March 15th, 2005
11:27 pm	interesting web page I found http://www.expage.com/iluvjesseg Current Mood: amused Current Music: Judas Priest - Tyrant (Comment on this)
Saturday, March 12th, 2005
12:42 am	What you need to become more attractive to the opposite sex That's right. My journal once more serves as the source for priceless information. "So what is it?" you may ask.     Is it clothes?? not exactly     Makeup?? not really     New hairdo?? definitely not!! Take a look at these before and after pictures. See if you can figure it out: BEFORE AFTER Shazam!! Instant sexy!! In fact, 8 women (and counting) have proposed TO ME after seeing my "after" picture. Anyway... I figured I'd pass on this valuable info. Current Mood: content (8 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, March 5th, 2005
2:17 pm	Need guidance in your life?¿ Hey we all need to be given a little bit of direction sometimes. Well guess what... I'm here to help. I've developed an efficient strategy to make your life happier, fuller, and more enjoyable. Being the generous person that I am, I am willing to share this priceless knowledge with my loyal journal readers. By integrating a simple ideology into your daily activities, you will be come more joyous and definitely a hell of a lot cooler. Click here to learn the details! Current Mood: happy Current Music: Pantera - Planet Caravan (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, March 3rd, 2005
11:56 pm	Nerd test I just took a silly online test. Here's the result: Guess I am a nerd Who knew?¿ Current Mood: content Current Music: Forest of Impaled - Into the Mouth of Oblivion (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, February 11th, 2005
3:05 pm	geekus cubiculi I believe that learning about the world's vast cornucopia of cultures is important. Thus, I have written an quick breakdown of an interesting people called the geekus cubiculi, or as they prefer to be called, developers: Location:      The geekus cubiculi can flourish wherever office space is ample. They typically travel and live in large communities occupied only by other members of the culture. Once drawn to a location, the developers usually live in hastily constructed cube-shaped dwellings called cubicles. Since developers lack the ability to sense color, most of these quarters remain a dull grey, with the only decorations being various forms of their god. (to be mentioned later) Diet:      This culture tends to be a gathering/scavenging culture. While it is not uncommon for a developer to enjoy food from exotic crevasses, vending machines serve as the main food supply. All beverages must be caffeinated, as no member of the geekus cubiculi can survive without caffeine. It is estimated that the average developer consumes 50 times their own body weight in soda and coffee per year. Caffeine serves as a focal point in their society. For example, cans of soda can be used as currency in most places. Religion:      Developers are a monotheistic people. They worship one god, whom they all feel a connection with. Typically, they decorate their territory with likenesses of their god. This god, also known as "Dilbert," is commonly discussed and praised during meetings. Many developers also have Dilbert calendars and Dilbert books.      Although no worship is involved, the geekus cubiculi have a strange relationship with the sun. Although they fear the sun, they are sometimes mysteriously drawn to it in curiousity. Occasionally on sunny days, small groups of developers will venture from their native cubicle habitat to gather near a window. Standing with their hands pressed against the glass like a hamster in an aquarium, they stare at the outside world in awe. Attire:      The geekus cubiculi follow fairly common clothing practices with only a few small deviations. For instance, a few visible stains from soda or coffee is present on any article of clothing. Also, developers tend to favor shirts with computer-related jokes on them, such as the culture's beloved "There are 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary, and those who dont" shirt. Foreign Relations:      Developers are peaceful in nature. In fact, they generally avoid all forms of contact with those of other cultures. For them, attempting to communicate with outsiders is futile. Their lifestyle prohibits them from learning the social skills required to sustain conversation. Typically, a conversation is dropped when the geekus makes a joke like "George Bush is like a struct; no class at all!!" This is followed by an awkward silence before the other party awkwardly departs. umm..... yeah.... Until next time, --Jesse G. Current Mood: analytical Current Music: Cheap Trick - Stop This Game (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, February 8th, 2005
2:01 am	The song that changed my life Ok. Sorry to get all mushy on my loyal blog readers. (but you're all sorry chaps anyway!! MWAHAHAHA!!! ... just kidding). I've noticed on other journals that from time to time, people post song lyrics that mean a lot to them. Understandably so, as occasionally one discovers a work of art that can so accurately convey the person's feelings, it would be a shame not to share. I've decided to do the same, as I have a song that is near and dear to me. Its lyrics have reached out and touched my heart. No words could better describe the emotions deep inside, as if scribed directly from my own soul. So here it is: The B-52's hit song "Rock Lobster" ------------------------------------------------------------------- We were at a party. His ear lobe fell in the deep Someone reached in and grabbed it. It was a rock lobster We were at the beach. Everybody had matching towels Somebody went under a dock. And there they saw a rock It wasn't a rock. It was a rock lobster Motion in the ocean. Oooo Wooo His air hose broke. Oooo Wooo Lots of trouble. Oooo Wooo Lots of bubble. Oooo Wooo He was in a jam. S'in a giant clam Down, down Underneath the waves. Mermaids wavin' Wavin' to mermen. Wavin' sea fans Sea horses sailin'. Dolphins wailin' Red snappers snappin'. Clam shells clappin' Muscles flexin'. Flippers flippin' Down, down Let's rock! Boy's in bikinis. Girls in surfboards Everybody's rockin'. Everybody's fruggin' Twistin' 'round the fire. Havin' fun Bakin' potatoes. Bakin' in the sun Put on your noseguard Hit on the Lifeguard Pass the tanning butter Here comes a stingray. There goes a manta-ray In walked a jelly fish. There goes a dog-fish Chased by a cat-fish. In flew a sea robin Watch out for that piranha. There goes a narwhal HERE COMES A BIKINI WHALE! Current Mood: emotional Current Music: Brainstorm - Up From the Ashes (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, January 31st, 2005
7:02 pm	Evil Temptress Today was a pretty routine day, until I get out of work. I begin to drive home via my usual route, and there she was. On the street corner, looking so beautiful standing there in her usual spot. She tempts me. I want to disregard her, but she's just too beautiful. Soon I find myself drawn closer and closer, like a moth to a light bulb. She's irresistable. "How about an innocent peek?¿" I say to myself. All I will do is look at her goods. That's it. Nothing more than that today. I just can't. I have bills to pay, you know?¿ "You have self control. Looking never hurt anybody," I tell myself as I proceed to eye up what she has to offer. But alas, I fall victim. Instinct takes over. Before I know it, she has me caught in her web of seduction. I transform to a "kid in a candy store," putting my fingerprints all over her merchandise. I enjoy every second of it. I want more.... "MORE!! YES!! MORE!!" As my energy wears down, it becomes time to pay. This is a solemn moment for me. I can tell this was a very impersonal transaction for her. I am happy with what I received, but deep down, I feel taken advantage of. Damn you, Best Buy!! You take my money every time. Current Mood: dirty Current Music: Yattering - Sentence (To Die) (3 Comments |Comment on this)