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Wednesday, November 18th, 2009

Time:10:09 pm.
Hello little bird, we'll call you my one chance at true, uncomplicated happiness. You're a healthy, happy little bird. You're such a unique avian beauty. What are you doing little bird? Why did you just slam your head into that glass window? Little bird? Little bird? ...fuck.
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Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

Subject:Apparently I'm oh so gawth...
Time:2:16 am.
Mood: amused.
It's been nagging at me for years that I didn't know what my blood type is, and neither did my family (at least when I asked years ago). So I bought a blood typing test and had it overnighted to me. Apparently I'm type O negative. OH SO GAWTH!!
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Friday, March 13th, 2009

Subject:Well...
Time:10:27 pm.
Mood: amused.
As I'm sure anyone who actually reads this can remember, I had bronchitis and pneumonia, and was put on Augmentin for it. Well, the bronchitis cleared up, and I'm still working on getting proper lung use back, but it's much better. Side effect? The Augmentin wiped out all the good bacteria in my system, and let the bad run wild. I now have a C. Diff. infection that is kicking my ass. I ended up puking and shitting my brains out until the point that I blacked out on Wednesday, and Lauren had to have mom drive down and take me to the ER. Well, long story short, after feeling like a stuck pig, and giving fluid samples (incluing those that normally are not supposed to be so much like water), I was sent home after tons of IV fluids, five or six vials less blood, different anti-biotics, and an anti-nausea medication. So, needless to say, I've been pretty fucking miserable the past few days, sleeping most of the day (like slept from 2:30 AM to almost 8:00 PM yesterday). So, I open my e-mail to a bit of amusement, which I thought I'd share with the world since it brightened my day. My insurance policy renews itself in the end of April, which will be after I turn 25, so my insurance cost dropped. I'm super fucking amused by the new amount.

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Friday, February 27th, 2009

Subject:Update
Time:2:49 am.
Mood: Dying.
Well, I suppose I should finally get around to doing an actual update about my life. Don't have the energy to do something long and such, so here's a list:

Lauren and I are still together, we celebrated four years a few months ago.

I finally am no longer unemployed. I got a job working for Hatboro-Horsham School District. I work for the IT department as a "Technology Assistant." It's not a bad gig, pays decent, great benefits (since I work for the state). Mostly, I do standard IT shit, like replace ink, reset passwords, create user accounts, fix broken computers, etc. From time to time, though, I do get some server work (the exception being the server for the call logging system for our phones, which I have to monitor every day and make sure it stays up and running as much as possible).

Still not in a band currently, still working on writing music when I have the time though.

I have the plague. Well, not the plague. I felt like shit for a while, let it go, let it go some more, let it go even more. Then one day, started really feeling like shit, the next day I woke up dead. Medicated the shit out of myself for the weekend, went back to work on Monday. Most retard idea I've ever had. Couldn't talk most of the day, feel like I was going to die. Felt like I was breathing through water for days. Went to the doctor on Tuesday, turns out that I have bronchitis and pneumonia. So, really, I am basically breathing through water, go me. Getting up out of my chair and walking a few steps completely winds me and leaves me panting. Hell, I winded myself trying to eat a fruit bowl the other morning, how sad is that? The worst is going up the three sets of stairs in the apartment building. Even with taking breaks between sets, by the time I get up to the apartment, I'm gasping for air and falling over because I'm so dizzy and damn near blacking out. So, I'm on augmentin for the ten days, which will hopefully fix the problem. The pills are freakin' huge though, like, basically, take your finger, take it to just past the first knuckle, cut if off. That's about how big the pill is. It's a real pain in the ass to try to swallow due to how swollen shut my throat is.

Getting the examination from the doctor was rather amusing. He's listing of things wrong with me, like my ear canals being retracted, etc. He gets to my throat, looks at it for a bit, and goes, "Well, it's swollen mostly closed, it's raw, it's bloody, and frankly, you look like shit. The upside? Your throat is the best looking part of you right now." Also, there was "Now take a deep breath... no, I said deep, like more than that." "...dude, that's all I can do. *wheeze* *gasp*" "Well, yeah, you more than likely have pneumonia."

So, anyhow, feel free to laugh at my plight.
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Monday, February 16th, 2009

Subject:So...
Time:11:54 pm.
Had an interesting realization today when leaving my apartment. I've noticed in both apartment buildings I've lived in, that the people living in them try to avoid their neighbors (if they haven't already met) to the point that if they hear keys or a door opening, you can hear them fumbling with their keys faster so as to get into their apartment before you can make eye contact and say hello. Like, today, I was leaving, close the door, hear a guy down stairs jingling his keys, I jingle my keys as I try to find the one (of about 50, damn you work) to look my door. Well, as soon as my keys started jingling, his key jingling speed about tripled, and got louder, to the point that I could hear him trying his damnedest to shove the key into the lock. So, I figured, I'd go faster, just so I could get downstairs before he opened his door. Well, I won, and as I came down the stairs, he looked like he shit his pants. I said hello, he stuttered, and then bolted into his apartment. So, what the fuck people?
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Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

Subject:Probably going to hell for this, but...
Time:11:05 pm.
Mood: accomplished.
I designed a shirt, I plan on putting it on Cafe Press later so that I can actually get it.



(Click for larger version.)

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Thursday, November 27th, 2008

Subject:The difference between thanksgiving and turkey day:
Time:6:11 am.
Mood: tired.
Thanksgiving: Remembering taking food from native Americans, then later giving them small pox and taking their land in return. Plus giving thanks for things you really aren't thankful for.

Turkey Day: Not giving thanks for a damn thing, and the only praise is made to the great and mighty turkey, with it's apostles, Cranberry Sauce, Mashed Potatos, and Gravy.
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Sunday, July 20th, 2008

Subject:I...
Time:8:15 am.
Look like a fucking badass!

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Sunday, June 29th, 2008

Subject:Creation:
Time:9:09 pm.
Mood: creative.
I made a gift for dad for his birthday that I thought was pretty cool. So here's a picture of it. (Click on the picture for the large size.)

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Tuesday, June 24th, 2008

Subject:I am...
Time:6:12 am.
Mood: FUCKED!.
SO FUCKED!!!!

I just got a letter in the mail from a company that I own some stock in saying that they were doing data backups of their servers containing all their data on who owns what, how much, etc. Well, when transporting those backup tapes to their secure location, they "disappeared." They were just writing me to inform me, that I was a customer on the section of backups that disappeared, and that on that backup was my name, address, social security number, and shareholder information.

All they can do for me is offer me 24 months free to a credit checking website so I can keep watch myself to catch anything that might happen to my credit rating etc.
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Saturday, June 21st, 2008

Subject:A ROFL moment in the life of Mark:
Time:2:52 am.
Mood: amused.
So I'm at the PetSmart picking up cartridges for our super cool litter box. As I'm walking up to the counter to pay this follows:

Female Cashier at Lane #1: Can you help me?

Male Cashier at Lane #2: Sure, give me a sec.

(as I'm paying at Lane #2)

Female: Okay, well, as soon as you're done with that lady, take over my register.

Male: *face drops in a look of "ohnoshedidn't"*

Me: Did she just call me a lady?

Male & Me: *laugh hysterically*

(I turn around to face the lady.)

Female: What? I don't get it?

Male: You owe this GENTLEMAN an apology!!

Female: Huh? Wha...?

Me: *still laughing as I walk out of the store*
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Thursday, May 22nd, 2008

Time:10:23 pm.
Since getting laid off, this is my life anymore. *sigh*
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Monday, May 12th, 2008

Time:3:34 am.
So I had this totally weird fucking dream the other morning. It was video game-esque and we destroyed the world by failing, and then got another chance by the world rebuilding itself. Then, even though we failed, we were still alive, but were strange oddities. So I'm being examined by a doctor and nurse to make sure I'm okay, and testing different reactions to different thing, like hunger, pain, smell, touch, sight, hearing, etc. The crazy part was that the nurse was Lauren (not so crazy), though it wasn't like we knew each other in the dream, but the really fucked up part was that the doctor was my cat, Kanine. It was totally Kanine, but speaking in English and like a doctor, it was really weird. Then I discovered that his fur was food. Like the white parts on his chest and such were mashed potatoes, then the white parts closer to his orange fur were ice cream, and the orange parts of his fur were orange sherbet. It was really weird. So there I am, scooping off his ear with a fork and eating it, but it's not like I was taking flesh or anything with it, it was like he had 2mm long fur underneath the food. It was really freakin' bizarre. Then I woke up.
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Sunday, March 23rd, 2008

Subject:A throw back to easters past.
Time:6:09 pm.
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Friday, March 14th, 2008

Subject:Damnation...
Time:3:12 am.
Mood: amused.
I had a funny thought just now: if I were catholic, I'd be fucked. I can't eat the host. I mean, do they have gluten-free jesus?
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Tuesday, February 5th, 2008

Subject:Holy fuck, not the Snapple Machine!!!
Time:9:41 am.
Mood: Devastated.
So Mike and I make our quest for Snapple, like we do from time to time. It's a ten minute drive past dad's house to get there, because shit, it's the only place around to get Snapple in a can, and let alone in particular Peach Iced Tea and Grape-ade. So we pull up, and this is what we see:



So we're both like, "Fuck! What's that note on it say?!"

So we pull back around to get a closer look:

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

So, someone wasn't only pissed enough to shoot our beloved Snapple Machine, they were pissed enough to unload an entire magazine from their .45 into this damn thing. Now, the strangest part is that every bullet was from knee height down. Like a really pissed off toddler or a midget on their knees. And when they shot it, they were so close that the heat from the shot melted the plastic facing as the bullet went through, rather than crack the plastic and force their way through. And you can't say it was shot at an angle, like someone was shooting towards the ground at like a 45 degree angle, because we checked, and the bullets go straight back.

But, seriously, who the fuck shoots an entire magazine into a Snapple Machine?! What monster took out their rage on our beloved friend?!?!?!
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Saturday, January 12th, 2008

Subject:The random update:
Time:8:01 am.
It's been a while, so here's another update. I had left Best Buy, started at Traditions of America, doing tech support and web design. Was a decent job, working a shit ton. Like 70 hours a week shit ton. Christmas has come and gone, New Years came, and that Friday (the 4th), I got laid off. I knew it was probably coming, but still sucks. So now I'm looking for a new job, while a staffing firm (Robert Half Technologies) looks as well. So, we'll see what happens.
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Tuesday, December 25th, 2007

Time:8:16 am.
Go to Wikipedia.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article title that you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to The Quotations Page random quotations:
http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to Flickr and click on "explore the last seven days"
http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

Band: Dirty Pretty Things
Album: Hurt, but it cures.
Artwork:

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Saturday, December 15th, 2007

Time:11:56 pm.
Fuck.
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Monday, September 24th, 2007

Subject:State of my world today.
Time:2:57 am.
Mood: tired.
Well, I left Best Buy over a month ago, started with Robert Half Technologies, which got me a job as a consultant at Traditions Of America. Not a bad gig, pays well, just work a shit load. Like, work 64 hours one week, then 50 hours the next week, get out at 3:45 in the morning, drive home, sleep, get back up, be back at work at 9:00. But hey, pays better than Geek Squad did, and no more fucking customers. Dear god, am I fucking glad to be done with retail. Other than that, nothing really new in my life. Lauren and I are still together, we're still doing well, she's still in school, and doing well, etc. So, not that interesting of an update, but eh, such is life..
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