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read my profile sign my guestbook  Name: William Country: United States State: California Birthday: 10/23/1985 Gender: Male Interests: Watching anime/reading manga.. Downloading Jpop/Anime Music... Watching Jdorama.. Studying Japanese Lang, chatting with friends : ) and other things.. Expertise: Hmm... Exper wha?! Umm... Watching anime and reading Manga : ) haha... And Mountain Biking!! Occupation: Student Industry: Other Message: message me Website: visit my website Member Since: 12/5/2002 |
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.... GOD that was by far the worse movie i have ever seen... ....... ...... ..... ...... ..... .... ..... .... I didn't even laugh ONCE... ..... The movie... HAd no.. It... Just random... | |
Our GM.. No Not Game Master (Dame Game Geeks) It's General Manager (For us real world people) Is a BITCH! One of our Managers is quiting because of her.. Here's the story in a Small nutshell.. Supposedly, Richard (The Manager that's quiting) got bitched at about something that wasn't really his fault... So after that, he tells the other Manager (Kat, She's the only cool manager there) that he's going to quite.. And she's like, Nah, he won't do it..Mainly because this is the only job he's had for the past 9 years or so..Also, He doesn't have a car... And what do you know? The next day he turned in his Two Week Notice and tells the Area Manager and the General Manger... The General Manager was Appologizing to him, (basicaly trying to get him to change his mind about quiting) But it didn't work.. LoL.. He's like.. I'm just tired of working here... But we all know he's quiting because he dislikes the Genearl Manager.. And really, I can't blaim him.. She's a bitch.. What can i say?... Also, There's this Worker at Boston Market, Her name is Noemi.. And basicaly almost everyone doesn't like her. She's now the Cordinator for some stupid shit for Boston Market.. It's supposed to raise Moral? Or working spirit? Either way, Its some stupid Bullshit that no one is going to take serious.. Any way, She wrote the instructions on how it works on the White board.. But she made so many spelling errors and grammer errors it wasn't even funny. This Guy Alex went through it all Circleing the Spelling Errors and writing "SP" next to it.. lmao Funny if u ask me.. Okay, I also really hate Day Crew.. They don't give a fuck about anything.. They left us THEIR dishes.. Can u believe that... It's bad enough that we have to clean our own Dishes at the end of the night. But we had to clen THEIR Shit... And this time they even used one of the Extra Ovens and left ME to clean it even though i didn't even use the fucking thing. So we didn't get out of there that day till 12am.. I'm really sick of this Bullshit. Morning Crew needs to clean their own fucking shit.. They always leave everything for us to do.. Those fucking worthless self centered pieces of Fucking Garbage.. It REALLY pisses me off. Also, My friend get "Written Up" Today, Whatever the fuck that means, Supposedly he didn't do a very good Job at cleaning. =/ Well, that's all for now... It's been.. 7 Days and i havn't bought a pack of Smokes yet... So far so good =] It's not to say that i dont get MAD urges.. You have NO idea what it feels like.. When i smell it.. Oh god, It drives me nuts... Haha, espeicaly late at night i get MAD cravings.. LoL, It's TORTURE!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAA! | |
Another year has past and another is here and another to come.. ... Don't be starting the new year off by doing something stupid~ So keep it safe! Hope everyone has a good time... And dont forget about those soldiers fighting for us in places afar from their homes.. So you, The People, Can safly crowd the streets,Sit in your homes, and celebrate another year. | |
Crazy weather isnt it? Me and my friend were down at the Hooka bar, and right when we left the power went out.. LoL! And this area that was flooded near our house smelled like Sewege!! lmao, and at my house i have this Sunroof up in my loft.. And i was listning to some music.. And i had the sun roof cracked open.. And all off a Sudden i hear BAnG BANG BANG.. And i look up and my SUN ROOF WAS GONE! I Jumped up and stood on my desk and couth the cover before it slid off the roof.. Man that shit scared me >.< My heart was all beating fast.. lol.. Well that's all for now.. I basicaly helped my friend moved today.. and thats it =] Tommarow i have work at 4pm...i think... hahaha, Well peace... My next day off is Friday (New Years Eve) Laaaaater | |
I hope that everyone is having a Happy and Safe Christmas, And we all owe this to our American Soliders Young and Old, Alive and Dead, who give their lives everyday in foreign lands 1,000s of miles away from home to make sure we have a safer tommarow.. Then, Now and Forever....
My friend sent this poem to me and i thought it was really good...
Twas the night before Christmas, He lived all alone. In a one bedroom house Made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney With presents to give And to see just who In this house did live. I looked all about A strange sight I did see No tinsel, no presents Not even a tree. No stocking by the mantle Just boots filled with sand. On the wall hung pictures Of far distant lands. With medals and badges Awards of all kinds. A sober thought Came through my mind. For this house was different. It was dark and dreary. I found the home of a soldier Once I could see clearly. The soldier lay sleeping Silent, alone. Curled on the floor In this one bedroom home. The face was so gentle, The room in such disorder. Not how I pictured A United States soldier. Was this the hero Of whom I just read? Curled up on a poncho The floor for a bed? I realized the families That I saw this night Owed their lives to these soldiers Who were willing to fight. Soon round the world The children would play And grownups would celebrate A bright Christmas Day. They all enjoyed their freedom Each month of the year Because of the soldiers Like the one sleeping here. I couldn't help wonder How many lay alone In a land far from home. The very thought Brought a tear to my eye. I dropped to my knees And started to cry. The soldier awakened, And I heard a rough voice, Santa, don't cry. This life is my choice." I fight for freedom. I don't ask for more. My life is my God, My country, My Corps." The soldier rolled over And drifted to sleep. I couldn't control it, I continued to weep. I kept watch for hours, So silent and still And we both shivered from the cold night's chill. I didn't want to leave On that cold dark night. This guardian of honor So willing to fight. Then the soldier rolled over, With a voice soft and pure Whispered,"Carry on, Santa, It's Christmas Day and all is secure." One look at my watch And I knew he was right. "Merry Christmas, my friend, And to all a good night." This poem was written by a Marine. The following is his request.... Please, would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to each of our service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, both living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part ! to plant this small seed. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night. | |