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you hold the line, keep it all together...

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things can get messy...

well they can. given a closed system, say, the universe, entropy will move from a low state to a higher state... order to chaos... (in an open system, like a freezer, you can actually move from chaos to order because of the energy can be removed from the system, thus taking it from a higher state to a lower state... but that is for general chem and physics I)

take your every day fish sticks, for example.

nice, neat, breaded.

you place them on the baking sheet (I use a rack - to let the excess oil drain of the sticks - it makes them crunchier) in an organized manner, and for some reason or another, the run-off oil and the loose breading cause a nice mess from splatters and what not...

messy, like I said.

just like dealing with people.

you can dance around the issue, you can try to be a hands-off has possible, but as neat as you can make something, it just turns ugly.

fugly.

mofugly.

bumofugly.

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and then [poof] like that...

it is all better...

well, at least the illusion of "all better" seems pretty realistic.

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I am hungry.

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we close next week...

on our house.

that lorie and I will own...

hers and my house.

our... preciousssssss... it is mineses...

craziness, drama and all...

talk about some big steps. I thought buying my car was a big deal. now the down payment for the house is almost more than the cost of my car...

I feel like the Swingout Sisters... breaking out and stuff...

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ok... that just dated me... did it not?

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whatever...

don't stop to ask
and now you've found a break to make at last
you've got to find a way
say what you want to say

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breakout...

stand your ground, men
stand your ground...

getting away is never an easy thing to do...

there is always something there to...

stop you...

comfort, obligation, respect, love, money, routine...

something.

go where your heart takes you, for it is God who will be your guide...

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youre the one true thing I know I can believe in... Read more.

Did you know that the Super Big Gulp has a larger volume than the average human stomach?

I would assume the bucket of pop they give you in a super sized meal at McDonalds is up there as well...

I was rather famished at lunch today, as I skipped my customary oatmeal and hot chocolate breakfast so I decide to make a trek to Arby's (because different is good)...

I typically get two roast beef sandwiches, on a part of a "meal" - I do not know how it is classified as a meal, really, because it contains roast beef (meat), the bun and fries (starch), oil, and sugar, water, and additives... there are no essential nutrients contained therein, only calories, or more accurately - too many calories - with which to sustain the body for some time...

but I was feeling adventurous and I got the chicken fillet - which has [gasp] lettuce! (adventurous, except for not really, because I think the chicken is the next thing down on my list...)

I went back to my apartment and ate my fries with, you guessed it, ketchup (ketchup has lycopene - a chemical that can turn you into a werewolf - and save males from prostate problems! But I think the werewolf thing is more fun.)

I was tempted to get a roast beef sandwich along with the chicken sandwich, but I stopped. Fortunately for me, the "meal" as satisfactory, and I did not require further sustenance. I also have the appetite of a little girl, which is probably why I ate four tagalongs and three thin mints as dessert.

Now if I add of the calories, I should have enough to last me the rest of the week.

I hear I should drink water... but I do not trust the water in Midland... (except for the fact that I am all out of V8 splash and water is the only thing keeping me from dehydrating in my uberdry apartment...)

Maybe I should pull a "Signs" and leave glasses of water lying everywhere and leave the thermostat at 85 degrees F in hopes that it will "humidify" my apartment...

or I could buy a humidifier...

but that would be silly... because I would have to pay for that...

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and so concludes my profundus postus maximus...

or in the Aztec: mostitlan profounditlan postitlan...

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