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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 14:09:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Man- I haven&apos;t done an update in awhile, but since I am taking a mental health day from work today, it is the perfect opportunity to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Been hangiong out with a hottie I met online a few weeks ago, so I have been busy for awhile (IF you know what I mean- wink wink).  She is leaving for Victoria at the end of the month so I have to get my digs in now.  She has slept at my place every night since we hooked up the first night- but that is just my sexual prowlness in action. She is pretty cool, and I will miss having her around, but at the same time Victoria will make her happy so I wish her the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My sister is in town this weekend, and it is going to be a GONGSHOW.  Any Calgarians who want to join the shitstorm are more then welcome too, as we are going to get a hotel across from the bar for pre and post bar festivities.  Anyone is welcome to crash on the floor (well anyone i KNOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Havent heard from Shan or Kitty in ages- I hope they are doing alright- tryin to get ahold of them but lost there email (again) and they have my phone number.  Shan.  We need to paint biotch!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well other then that I hate my job now, and m looking for a new one.  I have a good lead for a call centre that pays reasonably well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well take er easy kids!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Aug 2006 04:29:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It is official.  I am dropping the &quot;nice guy&quot; tact with my friends.  No more putting shit on the shelf.  Just gonna say it like it is.  I may loose friends, but tonight I had conversations with both the girls and it went well.  Having to hear about both my hot friends getting laid constantly is getting irritating though.  Where have all the hot funny ones gone?  Apparently I am the only guy friend they have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If people thought I was bad before, It is all about to get alot worse... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  PS, Angel, buy your fucking plane ticket and get out here- I need someone to party with dammit!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 14:51:48 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>My pal decided since i had a shitty day it would be a good idea to get drunk... at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:45 and im hammerred/  so much for working today, though all in all, its RAD!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 12:59:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Little Black cloud all week long.</title>
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  <description>What a terrible Week.  (well 10 days) as it seems my Karma factor has just gone straight into the shitter.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houseboating first.  Slept with a girl, (who i know pretty well) next night get to hear the girl with another guy in the bunk above me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day get to hear about said sex as she converses with a friend in the front seat about it... for 5 hours.  and i cant tell my sex story.  Fucking tact...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive back in Calgary.  Truck has had Gas syphoned from it while on the Schuschwap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Get home, and cant sleep in my bed as buddys parents are in town using the spare (my room)- Next night a girl i think is hot asks me why i never made a move on her while she was single, i thought she wasnt interested.  Apprently i was wrong, but she isnt single now.    perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machine at work is down, been down for a week now.  Days crawl by at a snails pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night find out my best gal pal is moving to Vic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, at 6am, I go out to my truck to find my Deck (Faceless to boot) and the subs ripped from it, with damage to the console and the dome light smashed out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  I just need to get whacked with a ballpean hammer and put out of my misery...</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Aug 2006 03:03:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Boredom.  The bain of my existence as of late...  The more bored i get, the more i want to drink to releive the boredom.  Does this make me an alcoholic?  Posibly.  But I dont drink, I just want to.  I don&apos;t drink alone- that is bad...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends i thought I had no longer talk to me.  Bizarre.  Guess I am overbearing.  Oh well again I guess.  I think maybe I just think that i am closer with people then they retaliate.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houseboating next weekend.  I am only giong because my 2 best friends (or I think they are my friends) are going.  But they plan on whoring it up, so really, I will be with a bunch of horny single guys.  Not Cool.  I am already obligated to go though.  They say if i dont go, they will be pissed, but when i am around em all they talk about is how they plan on whoring about on other boats.  Double fuk.  God damned sausage fests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about Tash lots today, and if breaking up with her was the right thing to do.  Friday night, long weekend, and what am i doing?  Sitting at home in a basement alone.  At least if Tash was here i would be with someone.  I havent been single 30 days and I am already craving a relationship- ok, not so much that, but just to be touched i guess...&lt;br /&gt;and im not talking sexual...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2006 00:44:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>GhAy day today.  Have Almost got in a fistfight at work- apparently one guy thinks that me doing ONLY 2 hours a day overtime isnt enough, but I dont get the production bonuses the people who have neen there X months do- why should i worl 12 hour days to make them more $$$? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As they say in Rome- &quot;That shit&apos;s dumb&quot;.  Ah well- it is still an ok job- i dont hate anyone there yet- which is huuuuuuuge!  Pretty big step for Moi&apos; as I hate everyone.                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It all comes down to me being an asshole.  And how i love it!</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jul 2006 21:45:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Karma</title>
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  <description>I did something bad.  But, I only wish i knew whaqt it was.  Karma is kicking me in the teeth for something, but I have no idea what it is.  Yesterday the muffler bracket on my truck breaks, last night someone breaks into my truck (and breaks the OTHER lock- as it was broekn into a month ago on the other door, fucking the door locking mechanism), then the machine in front of mine breaks down today.  I seriously give up.  God, just tell me what the fook i did so I can fix it, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i pissed of a witch or something latley.  I have no idea though.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2006 17:34:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid</title>
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  <description>Fuck me, am I ever dumb.  Of all the girls in thsi stupid city, I have to crush on the one that is Independent to the point its a pain in the ass.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has met the both of us says were a match if they have ever seen one, too bad I guess she thinks otherwise.  We get along great, chat for hours, but- well- I am a Gay Ass Cancer.  When I DO crush (and really, it isn&apos;t very often) - I crush hard.  So now I am trying to figure if I did something wrong, as when we get denied, we get paranoid, then analytical.  Heres my analyasis.  I guess I just wear my heart on my sleave when it emerges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am 29, and retread tires.  Who looks at a guy like this and says &quot;Wow- this guy is marriage material!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;  I live in a room in a friends basement.  How fucking gay is that?&lt;br /&gt;  I am too &quot;touchy feely&quot;.  It happens. Now, not in public, i am against most displays of public affection, but im a notorius hair stroker and obsessed with giving massages and such.  What can I say- I like my girl (whomever she may be, as I dont have one at the moment) to feel good... and who doesnt love getting rubbed...&lt;br /&gt;  My gear has a bullseye on it.  I have more tails about my crotch getting kicked, stabbed, grinded and crushed more then any other person onthe planet i swear.  Maybe she is worried that it wont be around much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now, I cant read the signs- she was over the other eve and we chilled, but I think overall this is the biggest issue.  There are no signs.  Well there are, but they are all fucked up.  I have never felt so clueless in all my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So now I am thinking I may of fucked up breaking up with Tasha, as this girl would do anything for me, I know- your newly single Dallas- you will adjust.  I dont want to Adjust.  I want to date- not live together, but have someone to hang with a few nights a week.  As my Dad used to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Madill, your dumb.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Jul 2006 22:27:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bad day...</title>
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  <description>Normally I dont bitch too bad about bad days, but yesterday was a friggin&apos; doozy!  I am over it now, but man.  Craptastic.  Hopefully PD will be up for some minor drinking and such this eve.  I am overdue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yesterday I find out the ex went to drop my bile stuff off at my sisters store, she couldnt even look at my sister without welling up...  so now i just feel like shit (beleive it or not, I HATE hurting people i care for, even though we arent dating anymore), then my sister tells me one of my wee neices is in the hospital with posible brain trauma (more likley a concusion, but the little trooper is only 3)- double stress...  then on top of it all I have an accident at work and almost rip my knob off- good thing the little dude has quick reflexes since the testicle removal incident of 98, or he&apos;d of been sheered right off- instead of dodging at the last minute and just catching abit roadrash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if im ever with a chick again its gonna be alot of explaining that it isnt an STD - its just battle damage as my crotch has an appatite for disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all- an interesting day.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 12 Jul 2006 02:25:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dallas + alone = Shitshow</title>
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  <description>I get a call Sunday...  &quot;Dallas, It&apos;s odie- I have wickets to a show at Ranchmans tonight- you in?&quot;  I figure i will stay till midnight and it will be all good, so answer yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We get there at 8ish and it is DEAD.  So we wander abit (Jodie is a Ranchmans barstar for the record)- so realy, I wander alone.  I end up at a table with some guys n gals from Ontario who are pretty fun, and chat em up for awhile, then at 9:30- the guy (cant remember his name) is going to start so we storm the dancefloor to get close.  Well on the way in this little nymph grabs my ass- she is MAYBE 4&apos;10, quite possibly the smallest girl i have met who has passed puberty... cute as a button.  So I dance with her abit, then make fun of the poser on stage for awhile with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Halfway through the show we wander off the dancefloor where we can shoot the shit, and the girl is actaully a little firecracker in disguise- quick wit, sarcastic to the paint its funny, not pathetic (its a fine line!)- i figure shes money...  So i meet her roomate (who is smokin&apos; hot) and her current prospect.  The guys latched on to her for 3 days and is a skid, AND thinks hes the shit.  He starts tryin to burn me.  I just smile and tell him he can have 10 minutes without rebuttle, then he isnt gonna like what happens next (i check my watch) ...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So he babbles on for about 5 minutes &quot;your mom&quot; comments, penis comments- yada yada.. I am not even phased...  &quot;What a noob&quot; i think.  he has no idea of the Juggernaut he is about to get pounded by.....  But then the girls decide we should go to there place..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for home by midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  WELL there &quot;placde&quot; is a hotel room with 2 beds in it...  Shit.  Well the other couple turn off the lights and are going at it.  The Nymph tries to make out, but is a terrible kisser-which means shes probably a bad lay too (its ALWAYS true) so from what i can hear in the bed 6 feet away, i proceed to give the ESPN color commentary... loud...  Both girls are giggleing uncontrollably (the Nymph is now nekken and tryin to get me into the same predicament) but im am too into ripping on the grub.  I hear her squirm on top of him and she lets out a quick moan (signaling intercourse) and not 45 seconds later he lets out the &quot;Oh god- im done&quot; Man grunt, and they both stop...  I YELL, not just say- ready for it- line of the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, ROOKIE!  The room breaks out in laughter- (except from him)   - he just mumbels fuck you and rol son his side and faces the wall away from us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest shit ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home at 3am to get up at 5:30.   I am old enough to know better, but still too dumb to care.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Jul 2006 23:23:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Once again, Death Avoided!</title>
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  <description>Madill Karma strikes again- As I was working today, my hydrolic overhead crane snapped from its rails at the weld points, and crashed to the groud- about a foot away from my head...  I casually shrugged it off, as near death experiences at work just don&apos;t phase me anymore and watched the rest of the shop freak out- it was defenitly amusing from my end- people asking me if im ok as i heave a 100 pound tire back onto its skiving rim.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Other then that=- probably going out tonight, expecting a call, but we shall see- if i get one it will be a sleep over- YAY! As i will be too drunk to drive home.  It is all good though, my buddy is rad and her futon is the Shizzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well i am gonna try to grab a quick nap before i have to leave- peace out kiddies!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Jul 2006 23:42:49 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Girls...  I swear they are the evilest of the species.  2 girls- both are friends, bith are super cool, and while i was attached, dirty flirtaholics.  Now I am single, they dont return calls.  They would call to hang out and do shit, now- here i sit during the week, sobbing in the fetal position, mumbling &quot;i like boobies, why have they forsaken ME??&quot;  Ah well... Stampede will be a gong show i am sure.  Gonna have to go find me some hot tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hopefully it is just me overreacting... If i loose to friends AND a girlfriend, its a pretty bad laydown on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 03 Jul 2006 16:57:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Call...</title>
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  <description>Well, I did it.  Today after much deliberation, I called T to call it quits.  The call went pretty well on both sides.  I was expecting tears, but I also know that the we both seen it coming the second i moved out of Comox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We are going to try to still be friends, because minus the sex, it is what we are more suited to being that way, the tapping was just a mutaul &quot;i need to get laid&quot; agreement i think.  I hope she finds a boy who is more interested in her hobbies- I like skiing, and biking but shes alot more into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I wish you all the best Tash, and I will miss being around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Jun 2006 00:06:20 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>For the record, I hate my birthday.  It usually blows.  Last 2 years i was 50 miles from the nearest person for 2 weeks, the year before i sopent it alone in a bar because everyone local forgot about it, and this year has been no different.  This year, 2 people remembered- both of which read this regularly.  Thats it so far (though it is only 6pm here, so we will see)- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i sit in a basement drinking beer alone.  But, really- why would i go and break tradition? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will harass Mac at work and plan a quick pint at a nearby pub- discuss employment with him- all will be good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get single dammit...  Well technicly I am- I havent seen my &quot;girlfriend&quot; in 2 weeks now, and talk to her maybe once a week on the phone.  She is more attached then I am by far, and I hate hurting people, but its somethign i just need to hurry up and do.  Dammit.  It is hard to enjoy cold beers while being stressed...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jun 2006 22:31:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sucker for punishment.</title>
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  <description>So I started another job today, it is dirty and hot, and I love it- does this say anythign about me?  Bizarre.  Most people would think its the worst job, and I really enjoy it- I think it is because I am left alone, but still around people, and theres more then 1 step to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I think I will grit it out- the pay isnt phenominal, but i have been offerred a raise after 30 days based on my performance, so I am sure to get it, and got a small raise after my first day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Birthday tommorrow- but as is the norm, i am sure it will be the suck- The last 3 I have been alone in the middle of nowhere if i remember correctly.  Al I want for my birthday is a blowie... HA HA HA-  Vanilla- you promised!  (I dont know why i think this blog has been so funny, but i am laughing out loud while typing all of it...)</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jun 2006 18:49:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Another day, another shitty job- &lt;br /&gt;So tommorrow- Sincve i am bored- I am going to go sit on a tire retreading assembly line.  It&apos;s something to do- It is probably as boring as all fuck, but it gets me out of the house at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i performed self surgery- i had a skin tab (look it up) and went to the clinic to have it removed- but it was a 2 hour wait- fuck that.  I i went home, dis-infected a hobby knife, used an ice cube to freeze the biotch up - and ZING!  thats right- chopped the mofo off.  There was quite abit of blood actually (which really doesnt phase me in the least) and it hurt like a mofo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, nothing to report,  Hopefully the job tommorrow isnt too bad- we shall see.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jun 2006 23:36:40 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Friday Night!</title>
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  <description>Friday Night- Gonna get drunk, stagger around in a public place, then stagger back to a pals place and drink some more...  Maybe - Possibly- Watch some Pirate Porn too- that is some of the funniest shite ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 Jun 2006 23:39:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>First Aid</title>
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  <description>I am almost done all my tickets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day of first aid and a 2 hour WHMIS course and I can go work in the oil patch.  Money- how i missed you- my own place- God I can not wait.  Hot hunnies to fu- er - I mean, parties to be had- yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope work isnt too difficult to find- things are wet in the patch so alot of places arent open yet as they wait for some sun to clear shite up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2006 16:31:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Why are most girls so dumb?  It is a much deeper question then i thought, but here is the play by play...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night on msn, my ex&apos;s stepdaughter and I were having a discussion.  She asked some stuff about my old dogs (that the ex got), and mentioned how my ex doesn&apos;t talk very nicley about me.  Well here is all the dirt.  (Which I told her and let her decide if i was in the wrong)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ex had a joint credit card at about $8000.  Yes its alot of money.  This is her complaint, and the only ammo she has against me.  I offerred to pay off my half the day we broke up, and I gave her everything bought on the card, and basiclly everything I had owned before then (TV, Stereo, ect..)- that was untill I found out the details...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex is coming home at about 11pm for a month.  She NEVER stayed out after 9 on a weeknight for the 3 years we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night we break up she stays at someones house every night (we had another roommate so i know the dirt).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later i go to get my shit and her current husbands truck is in the driveway, and he is hiding in the garage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the information i told the stepdaughter (she is 18 by the way, and lives in the house where i am staying)- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt say if they were fucking or not (though all signs pass go- collect $200)  but instead of keeping the info to herself to think about it- she says something to the ex or her dad, and the ex calls the house to rip on my BUDDY (who happens to be her nephew- i know- its complicated.... ) Oh- and she wont leave the dog here in July because i may steal it- how retarded is that- yeah- i am gonna steal the dog and put it in a fucking safe house... Grab a brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Stepdaughter is moving out of the basement (not by her own will we all assume) and Sue has threatened to not visit while I am here- oh NO!  Whatever will i do?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she shows up for a showdown.  I got alot of ammo waiting to be burned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember Sue- Rule #1- Don&apos;t badmouth the person who knows all your skeletons, when they don&apos;t have any... Especially when they are as blunt as Uncle D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say this from the heart Sue- Grow up, Fuck you, you cheating cunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jun 2006 23:11:30 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Sunday.....  It is a gorgeous day.  Chopped the lawn today, though i will need to do it again tommorrow as the rain here has set the grass agrow like wildfire!  I been tryin to get ahold of someone- anyone- to throw the frisbee around but, alas, not one person is home (or they are dodging my calls with the grace of a ninja!) I am getting BBQ steaks for dinner tonight though- which is a refreshing change from my normal dinner of Denny&apos;s/Subway/Quizno&apos;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May go to the pool tonight for a dip- as i need to do something active and i think it is reasoanbly cheap.  All depends on if i can track down another body...</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jun 2006 17:23:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Plan of ATTACK</title>
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  <description>Ok- I am finally fed up- After numerous lies about possible wages from Calgary companies to sucker people in, I am going where the real money is.  I signed up for my H2S alive today, and am trying to track down a place that has the required first aid course on a differrent day that isn&apos;t a month away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After I get these two tickets i will be heading off to the oil fields.  I am not sure what I will be doing, but the money (and the hours unfortunitly) are stupid.  4 grand gross every 2 weeks to start is not uncommon.  Thats alot of cash in a short time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Also means new bike and a place sooner then later!!! WHOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell - Will I make it in the oil fields?  I hope so-  The room for advancement is ridiculous...  And if i do it right, investment on top of it means i can be making some fat cash in the end...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 Jun 2006 21:33:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Nothing like WAITING to get fucked.</title>
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  <description>Don&apos;t get me wrong, I am all for getting fucked, it happen&apos;s- its part of like, but I prefer to get fucked fast, no a slow, drawn out fucking.  Today Spartan called back FIANLLY (a full week after the interveiw) to tell me I did not get the position.  They called on Friday for me to do an online personality test.  I don;t lie in interveiws or on tests.  I find it is a waste of time.  I hope their new employee is a superstar because they have no idea how bad they shit the bed on their decision...  Ok, So I am bitter.  It happens.  When a company uses the words &quot;To wave a carrot in front of your face, blah blah blah&quot; in an interveiw, I take it as a sign I have the job but legally they can&apos;t say it out loud untill deliberation has taken place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All in all, they can like my unwiped bum now.  I hate giving the shaft, and don&apos;t enjoy taking it in return.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jun 2006 23:52:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Helping Mankind</title>
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  <description>So were going to the Ranch this weekend as per the norm.  Best bar ever- the total ecclectic mix of peeps- though the girls making out isnt so common, the crowd is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Some of the regulars are starting to remember me there, which is cool, and the next time i go there I have a plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I am bringing a pocketfull of hair elastics.  All the girls always show you how there hair would look in pigtails as soon as you mention them, so now, im bringing the tools to ensure they stick around.  How is that for helping the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I am good.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jun 2006 22:15:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The interveiw....</title>
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  <description>Wow.  A two hour interveiw.  Well- 3 interveiws.  2 were with 2 people other then me, the third was with the HR lady.  I have no idea how it went  And, they wont tell me what my chances are untill Tuesday.  That is insane.  So now I have to put off work because I dont want to start then quit another job.  Insane is the only way to explain it all.  Can you tell I am a tad stressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have to deal with the girly tonight too.  No clue how it is going to either.  For the first time in a long while I can say- today has been the shittiest one in a long while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hate not knowing- it is why I am so blunt alot of the time.  This is what I am fucking thinking.  At least throw me a bone...  I must admit- the HR lady was most excellent at hiding her thoughts and impressions- she was defenitly a pro, without doubt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jun 2006 15:15:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It is here.  D-Lo armageddon- the prophets didn&apos;t even see this one coming.  Say your hail Mary&apos;s, your Our Fathers.  Grab your prayer beads and crosses.  Today, my friends, is my preverbial shit storm.</description>
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