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I toil and moil for people when they ask for my help, but as soon as I ask them something they shit all over me.

 

such is life

 

Yeah, I guess I should have learned that by now. It just never ceases to amaze me how how little people care.

 

it's not all people. chalk it up to luck, i guess. once in a while, you will find someone like yourself!

 

Yeah, you're right. I guess it's just one of those days...

 

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I toil and moil for people when they ask for my help, but as soon as I ask them something they shit all over me.

 

such is life

 

Yeah, I guess I should have learned that by now. It just never ceases to amaze me how how little people care.

 

If you ever need my help let me know. I got you.

 

Alright, be at the office at 9:15 tomorrow morning.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yw-2rS2U-Ms

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I toil and moil for people when they ask for my help, but as soon as I ask them something they shit all over me.

 

You're getting paid for it, right?

 

What a dumb thing to say and that's not the point of it.

 

I assumed you were talking about your job. But if that's not the case, then disregard that comment.

 

 

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My preworkout supplement is supposed to taste like grape bubblegum but it doesn't. Also I'm only down to 15.9% b/f and I want to be down around 12% before my trip to Thailand. Not sure if I can make it.

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I toil and moil for people when they ask for my help, but as soon as I ask them something they shit all over me.

 

such is life

 

Yeah, I guess I should have learned that by now. It just never ceases to amaze me how how little people care.

 

it's not all people.

 

Just most ppl.

 

Also, my shoulder hurts. I need to do some exercise.

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umm left the windows open during a snowstorm. .. i mean if they're stupid (and pussy) enough to throw snowballs at people from their moving vehicle, well then it's likely that this is how the snow ended up in their car.

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There is nothing more frustrating in my life in the Absolute than stupid teachers.

 

No matter what I do or say to contribute to the discussion, the tone in his voice demonstrates to me that my contributions are not valued, and that I am not worthy. We have a 1 hour debate of the most mundane aspects of a text while the stupidest people in the class go over the most arbitrary and illogical points... it really makes me want to tear my hair out. But that's fine. The problem is when I want to participate to get the most out of the money and educational experience, and the teacher basically disregards my points. Now, not everyone there is stupid. I am exaggerating. Why assign difficult psychoanalytic readings if we aren't going to talk about them, and instead just fuck around the whole class about stupid arbitrary bullshit? And why is the teacher giving me shit when I actually try to bring up the deeper stuff?

 

Never be the smartest guy in the room. Keep your mouth shut.

 

I decided to listen through this book to try to understand how to communicate better. Maybe it was my tone of voice, or the way I was coming off. My lack of confidence. Surely those things are more important than the fucking point I'm trying to make about a complex topic when I speak.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4dxy46Ju7Q

 

 

 

No matter what I do, this guy is going to fucking think negatively of me. There is literally NOTHING I can do. I've felt this with many people on the internet and in various areas of my life. Where they are just too damn stupid to catch up.

 

But the truth now is that some kind of loving kindness meditation should solve the problem. It is quite difficult to do this however considering my disagreements. But it is clearly the correct way to go.

 

 

 

I truly need to change how I deal with people!

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So, when I study well for an exam, I pass it with 8+ (out of 10), normally. If I don't study well, I fail it with a fucking 0/10 or -F... I don't have luck whatsoever... I just can't be mediocre... And it's a fucking pain in the ass. Or I'm full shit, or I'm excellent, never inbetween.

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that word makes my peehole tingle ( i think i have a fear of pissing blood -- never have done in my life though)

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that word makes my peehole tingle ( i think i have a fear of pissing blood -- never have done in my life though)

 

When I was in elementary school I got kicked in the side* and urinated blood for the next 3 years. (no joke)

 

 

*none of the doctors could figure out source of the problem, even after jamming a 2-foot tube in me

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I'm reduced to using the free wi-fi at Tim Horton's.

However, somehow I can connect to my university's secure network, so I get great speeds. lol

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Guest zaphod

bit of a fwp here.

me and some friends threw a bachelor party for a buddy of mine. vegas baby. we rented out a hotel room, hit up some casinos, got some strippers. my buddy said he loved us and ran toward the fountain at the bellagio, but then someone told him the jetspray would cut him in half. it was cool. we're kind of like entourage, but we're all vince. anyway, for the finale, we all pitched in and ordered a hatsune miku vocaloid on-demand girlfriend from dominos.com. after waiting for the app to download a second app to screen the first one for viruses, the vocaloid projected into my buddy's private suite. we all waited around, hi fiving while he went to town on it. we checked our portfolios, popped and unpopped our collars. eventually he emerged from the suite, grinning, and asked us to run a train on the vocaloid. i was pretty wasted and decided it would be fun to pull her pigtails while i fucked her doggystyle. i guess i was pulling too hard because they popped off and pixels streamed out onto my dick. it burned. i kicked her away from me and she must have hit her head on the wall. her voice stuttered up a number of octaves and her head imploded. the room smelled like metal and baby powder. i called everyone in and we stared at the flickering body crumpled in the corner. now, i know what you're thinking: call customer service. but see, there's a rule about vegas. i'm sure you're familiar with it. let me reiterate it here: when you accidentally murder a virtual prostitute that you downloaded from a pizza place, you absolutely pretend it never happened. so we rolled her up in a rug and drove out to the desert and threw the rug in a ditch and drove back. a week later, after the wedding, we're sitting around watching the sun go down. conversation came to a halt and we all looked at each other. my buddy asked if we were going to be ok, and i stared wistfully at the horizon, eyebrows raised, and said, i don't know man. we didn't talk for a while after that. then weird shit started to happen. one of my friends, let's call him vince, went missing. few days later, a couple were at a discount rug place trying to buy an oriental rug and when the guy unrolled it, vince was in there, decapitated. they didn't find his head. then i get a call, another one of the guys, we'll call him vince, he tells me a cosplayer is standing outside his apartment window. she's been following him all day. the cops found him baking in a pizza oven a few blocks away, covered in fresh ricotta cheese, mozzarella, ham and sardines. sardines. barbaric. so i call up my buddy, my married buddy, and tell him we need to meet up. he sounds pretty shaken on the phone. we meet up at a sushi place where the sushi rotates around on a conveyor belt. my buddy says he keeps hearing this song when he goes to sleep. it's this high pitched girl vocal over an upbeat pop melody. he says the language is some ching chong nonsense. so i'm sitting there and my buddy excuses himself to use the bathroom. he's gone for a long time and i start to get a little worried that maybe he ran out on the bill. i get kind of hungry again and grab one of the sushi plates. as i'm taking the cover off i see what looks like a dick sitting on the plate. my buddy's dick. then the song starts playing. so i ran out of the restaurant, sped home, got my phone and some clothes and withdrew all my money from my bank accounts. hit the road. i try to only use free wi-fi at starbucks. five minutes at a time. i sleep in my car in places that aren't near any hotspots. i've made a list of places japanese people tend to avoid. so far north korea is number one. failing that, i guess i could hide in a giant uncensored vagina. yeah, i'm gonna be ok. right guys?

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