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Name: James
Country: Canada
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Birthday: 5/26/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: scotch tape, anything with Steven Seagal, erotic photo's of Kevin Bacon, Staring at Chad Kroegers tight cheeks....you know the usual stuff
Expertise: cutting grass, sprinting, eating Jello...spooning a pillow, playing air guitar, and teaching the exotic art of sneezing
Occupation: Medical
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Member Since:
6/22/2005
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| I've noticed one thing in my journey of life....people just can't walk, 95% of them can't even climb a fucking flight of steps...that is how classic and lazy we have gotten, we can't in a sense do anything we are naturally suppose to do. My Nervous system is acting up nice and sweet these days, my digestive system as well, nothing beats have Nervous system problems, it's great, I'd recommend it to anyone, and the benefits of having deadly stomach pain, and a bizare digestive system are too many to list. Things are F-ing wicked with the new women, I generally stay away from that stuff, cause my physci is off as it is, I can't usually handle it, this is the 3rd women I've been really intimate with my whole damn life and I'm damn near 25, but at the moment there seems to be something different about this young lass...best I've ever felt being around someone, she's a keeper....Training is alright, want/need to start my own business, but I still need to head out to Western Canada...I need mountains, I need the woods, I need to form the deadliest team in the game with the blood line 2nd cousin...The Cousins of destruction will unite and form an elite training team....and come the weekend, an elite air guitar, scotch drinking team......
Sunday off, looks like Saturday will be my return to going out, first time since really New Years...boooyakasha
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| .I can't wait till thursday, my first day off in 27 days...when I can come home from school, and just fall face down on my carpet and have a mental breakdown...if I can make it that long....this is the worst I've ever felt...and I've felt worse than the mould that forms around toilets in public bathrooms....
If I can make it...only one thing left for me....Die Faster, get free clothes
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| I am so worn out right now, I would pretty much buy a bicycle built for 2, a sweet bowl cut wig and proceed to eat my own shoes.....
Man I'd love to slug a british person | | |
| I had such a bad migraine headache yesterday I actually got double vision, I couldn't see anything, it was fucking classic....pretty sad when I find enjoyment at my bizarre neurological problems, it's fantastically great....i need to apply to the reserves soon and fast, I work with a girl who is in the reserves, she says it's pretty hilarious, she's a sniper of all things...pretty classic, but she is switching to field ambulance, right up my ally...personal train/army reserve paramedic...sounds basic and simple enough to me, sounds like about all I ever wanted... I get that...fuck...I don't know what to say...if the girl i've met keeps hanging around, the job goes alright, and the field ambulance reserves accept me....fuck I'll have it made.
Maybe there is something to this Karma theory, it's about fucking time things started to turn up James | | |
| hello bright lights my life is bullshit, my job is a lie, and I pretty much ride public transit to and from my destinations with a bunch of degenerate scum....such is life....just have to make it a while longer...keep a hold of my recent fortunes, and escape this madness before it completly warps my brain forever and I become as delusional as the patrons that call this city thier home....walking madness, What do we claim we live our lives for? The answer is as ironic as it is flimsy – a better version of happiness. The grass is always greener, the sun brighter, the water warmer in paradise. Within the enchanted walls of happiness is to be found ever altering perfections of days and moments of passion and laughter...the family portrait...fuck we look ahead to the next thing to bring us happiness.
I don't know the answers, but I'm sick of being a part of something I never wanted to be a part of, sick of just being a part of a giant problem of a species that is too stupid to realize it's the fucking problem...what does one do?...If I was a true pessimist I'd drink my days away, I'd smoke cigarettes, do drugs, and have little regard for myself or women....yet I stay fit, I keep my mind as stable as possible given the insane circumstances....For as long as I can remember I can’t recall a time when I didn’t have this stone in my gut, the bitter taste in my mouth, or this fog dulling my vision....I just want to go somewhere and relax...I know there is more than this, more than dedicating your life to a lie, or some bullshit just to make someone else rich.....met a sweet girl, who knows what will happen...everything in my life always seem to be for not, no matter how hard I try to do the right thing, or follow things for all the right reasons, still every step feels like it's in fucking slow motion....
I dissapeared today, I went under if only for a second... | | |
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