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I used to be young... I guess I still am by some standards...

I used to want to go out all the time... I guess I still do once in a while...

I used to be frivolous and naive... I guess I still... well... maybe I'm still both...

we barely talk anymore. I usually get home, late, and turn on the TV, because I'm too hungry to go work out, I'm too lazy to get dinner, and my left overs from lunch seem to be perfectly fitting...

we almost never go out together... there are just some things that I want to do, and I really don't like the movie theater that is across the street... (even though I've never really been in it) but it's more the fact that I don't feel like going to the movies on a weekday...

it seems like we are drifting apart... maybe it's an age thing... maybe it's a regional thing... maybe it's because we share a name...

or maybe it's the fact that we just have almost nothing in common...

besides the name thing...

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but he's got one of those personalities that will probably get on my nerves...

like my roommate my freshman year of college...

granted, he's only been around for two weeks.

but that might be enough time for me to start to just ignore him.

because really...

I just don't feel like it's gonna work out between us...

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that, and the fact that I will probably be gone in a short enough amount of time that it really won't be worth the effort...

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but the again, I've known people for even shorter amounts of time, and it was totally worth the effort and I still think about them, to this very day...

I just don't remember their names.

:-P

I don't think that they'd understand...

there are a few ideas that have been bouncing around my mind...

this idea for this Christmas music video... or... winter season music video, as the premise is a little to intense to be lumped in with Christmas...

this idea for a movie short... although it still needs to be written and produced...

home improvements... time and money are an issue, always... but hey, you can make time if you try...

I just don't try anymore...

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Has anyone noticed that your typing becomes a bit more inconsistent... a bit more sloppy... when you are tired?

I can barely string a few words together without a typo, imagine the damage that I could do if I were piloting a space ship...

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well, probably not much considering how much space is actually in space

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that's actually pretty funny if you think about it.

space.

there is a lot of space.

not much space there.

space case.

ace of space.

kevin space.

space race.

outer space.

outer limits.

speed limit.

term limits.

term paper.

paper weight.

weight bench.

bench mark.

mark twain.

twain spool.

spool thread.

thread string.

string theory.

groove theory.

more volley for server.

sporty.

spice.

sugar.

coffee.

cake.

birthday.

party.

hat.

trick.

ho.

rake.

leaves.

gold.

hue.

contrast.

brightness.

sun.

star.

space.

frontier...

gotta fine a way. a better way.

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random word association.

I assure you, mine are no better or worse than what you can derive.

hopefully things will start getting into line...

I know that this project will be wrapping up soon, so I'll probably have to start looking for another project soon...

I hope lorie and I can string a week together before we go to the Philippines this year.

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there are the simple things that you miss...

to good night kiss...

the good-bye in the morning, and I'm home in the evening...

cuddling... hugging...

bumping into each other while you get ready for work...

nestling into each other when you watch tv...

reading books near each other...

singing karaoke...

making dinner...

laughing together...

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sleep.

relaxation.

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I go to march to the beat of the drummer I hear...

and the beat goes on...

it's Sunday 10:30pm...

you've been working since 10:00am (you would've been there earlier had you not gone to church)

and you're happy that you are leaving the office early for the day...

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there are so many levels of how that is wrong...

fishy fish bowl bowl bowl bowl...

I'm in a fish bowl and people can look at me... la la la la la la la

the yellow cat-5 cables branching from the router in the center of the table are like the tentacles of a sea anemone...

the power strip with all of the attached power cords are like seaweed snaking across a bed of black sand...

the laptops are akin to the a bed of clams and oysters resting on the floor...

the speaker phones like starfish and sting rays...

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I think I'm getting fat from working at my desk all day and constantly being provided take out food...

at least they let me see the sun once in a while...

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it's so pretty... yet its brightness is hurting my eyes...

a few times, actually...

I've traveled to the eiffel tower, and passed by the arc de triomphe...

I've visted cathedrals and basilicas all over the world...

I've been to the great pyramids... to stonehenge...

all over rome...

to the top of mt. everest... through the grand canyon and death valley...

I've traveled throughout africa, australia, and even antarctica...

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I believe that I will lose this fascination with all of this 'traveling' once I have tracked everything I think I might like to see...

but that might not be for a few weeks at least...

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google earth.

that's all I got to say.

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actually... it would be very unlike me if that was all I had to say...

but I do believe that I will be using it until I can get something better... but I seriously doubt that will be for a while...

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got a few hours left before I can leave the office and go sleep...

looks like no poker tonight...

I am failing miserably at this whole transition of layout thing...

I haven't even updated my links.

whatever.

I think I'm getting a tan, or maybe, I think my tan is getting sucked up by the perpetual glow my my laptop screen, at which I have been staring for the last 12.5 hours.

the conference room, in which I currently reside, seats about 8 comfortably, and the 10 laptops give the room a rather dull radiance. the glade vanila scented oil plug-in also adds an emasculating touch to the eight men who work 12+ hours per day in this room.

I think I might be going a little bit crazy, just a little bit, every day... I'm waiting for the those nice young men in their clean white coats... And they´re coming to take me away...

HA HAAAA...

sometimes, I seem to forget what I am doing, or sometimes, I am doing something that I forgot that I shouldn't be doing... or something...

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no one told me today was casual friday.

so I actually bothered to iron my clothes and dress in the typical business casual...

it must be nice to not have a dress code, although I find myself less productive in jeans...

maybe its because I am more likely disinclined to work when I feel more comfortable...

or maybe I'm just dreaming...

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it's really late now... I should get some sleep, but I don't think theyd like it so much if I sleep in the office...

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it's really creepy on the floors when they turn off all the lights at night...

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I feel like I could run around and play tag or hide and seek, if I weren't so tired...

I'm turning off my brain right now.

I've been working 10-12 hour days...

so basically, I get to see the sun in the morning... and then maybe during lunch... but that's pretty much it.

so tonight. I left work around 10:30pm...

I got to work a little late because I was up late, and I knew I was going to be working late tonight...

in any case, there were these bugs EVERYWHERE.

they looked like fish flies, or grasshoppers, but MAN

EV-REE-WEAR!!!

DIS GUS TING

I was swing my laptop bag around and around whilst stomping my feet, because these insects were covering the ground as if the ground was not concrete but a bed of flies.

anywhere there was light, there would be bugs.

I'm all for live and let live...

but dude.

if you start flying around me and trying to get on my clothes and in my hair and in my face...

I'm pretty much gonna swat at you.

I believe that I am losing padding on the tip of my right forefinger... the touchpoint on my laptop has impressed the extent of its nubiness permanently into my fingerprint.

soon, I will not need an extended pinky to scoop the cocaine into my nostrils, for I will have a spoon where my pointer used to be.

[please note: this message in no way signifies that the user or users of this website actually use narcotics beyond the extent of what is legal]

but it would be funny if we did...

or not.

urgh...

work... ing...

must...

fight... to finish...

argh...