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It's odd sometimes how important decisions can be made in less than 30 seconds.

....And just like that.... *poof* posted by losir at 9:21 PM

Holla at my boy, Skippy, aka Cashual.

Got into an accident last weekend, and the car may be a write-off (all signs point to "yes").

Tough break kid, but what don't kill you makes you stronger right?

So you'll be benching 2 plates right about now?

It's all good, son. You'll be rolling again in no time.... Maybe not rolling on dubs, but 13s ain't that small, on a Hyundai Accent. hahaha. Couldn't resist, don't hate.

....Proliferate. posted by losir at 4:18 PM

Jay Z and Linkin Park makes sense.

I'm watching their little mini-concert thang that I first saw by happenstance on the few times I've turned on the TV these past few months.

Anyway, I'm really loving this collaboration. I'm watching it now on my palm, hooked up to a decent 2.1 system at work, probably pissing off all my co-workers. I don't care. I'm enjoying work for the first time in a long while.

....Good stuff, that. posted by losir at 11:50 AM

I am really feeling Nas'latest album - Disciple. As my friend just commented, he sounds a lot more militant.

And you know what, I'm feeling rather hostile these days. I don't know what it is, but I'm definitely a lot more standoffish than before. I verbally pick fights, I mentally battle everything and everyone. Heck, if I believed in telepathy, I would be telepathically challenging anyone who dare stand up to me.

--

Don't test, don't start, don't try to push me like I'm a shopping cart.
Don't mess, don't front, cuz I'm your daddy, and you's my forgotten son.
Don't talk, don't act, I ignore you, and as a matter of fact
Don't even look me cross-eyed, unless you're ready to be cross-fied.

I've heard about you, in the way they talk 'bout you,
You're more greedy than a mother-fugging Jew in my crew with da brew.
All you want is to wants, and all you fronts is fronts;
Run along, run along, you're more smelly than a dirty crusty c*nt.

What you stepping for, back it down, like a homosexual loving a gay clown
Don't even try to pull out your nines, like you got a gun; I ain't blind
All that's in your pants is a mother-fugging dick up your ass so you can pay your rent
And you know that's true, cuz all signs point to you running with the homo sex crew.

....Not usually so potty mouthed, but like I said, I'm angry. posted by losir at 5:28 PM

Sometimes I say the best taglines happen when I'm angry. Then afterwards, when I blog about it, I go, "Well that didn't make sense one bit."

For example:

....If common sense was a nickel, I wouldn't have enough change for four pennies. posted by losir at 1:07 AM

Kicker is, I don't even drink cola now.

....I just love the can.

posted by losir at 11:47 PM

So was your weekend productive? Mine sure was.

-Installed aftermarket diverter valve - Forge DV-R
-Put in new spark plugs
-Changed O2 sensor

And now, my car no longer throws the dreaded CEL (Check Engine Light). To top it off, my car feels really quick now. Even my friend, who's chipped his Jetta before, assures me that my car pulls really hard off the line.

....Makes me all mushy inside. posted by losir at 10:52 PM

In the history of the game - Putting ones foot in ones mouth, I losir, have not only just became the leading scorer of said sport, but I'm now MVP, future Hall of Famer, and top all-star, all rolled into one.

So several days ago, I was showing fluidK the rest of her pictures, when I said suddenly, "I hope you didn't think I was like trying to look down your shirt or something because I kept shooting from top-down."

Silence.

Silence.

And then her face, contorted into an expression akin to "I will NEVER let you take another picture of me again. No. I will NEVER let you near me, with a camera, blech, even a camera phone; nay. You aren't even allowed near my pet cat, not that I have one; but if I did, you're not allowed to even come within 50 feet of my imaginery pet cat. In fact, creep, you can't even look at my husband cross-eyed! Perv!"

And then, grudgingly out the side of her mouth, like a man spitting a wad of chewed up tobacco into a dirty spittoon, she said, "No. Why would you say that?"

Now I'm fumbling, see. Realizing that in the span of 5 seconds, I've just ruined a relationship with a co-worker. Just lost the respect of a friend's wife. Just lost her as a friend.

Stupid, stupid me. I stammer, "Because um, yeah, well I've shot another person from top down, and she looked good, but then she noticed that several shots, her shirt was slightly opened, and was teasing me about that." At least that's what I think I said, through clenched teeth and prespiration down the small of my back.

I'm sort of lying of course. Yes, I shot a girl from top down and her shirt was revealed, but she didn't actually say anything until I showed a guy friend, and he's like, "You little dirty old man! You're trying to look down her top, aren't you?"

But I wasn't. No, really I wasn't. I was so focused on getting her eyes in focus that I wasn't really aware of much else. That's why I can never be a famous photographer. When I focused on one spot (no, not down her shirt!), I can't seem to notice the other little details.

For some reason, I thought I would make a pre-emptive joke about it because a guy buddy would find that humourous. Except fluidK isn't a guy-friend, wrong gender, you see.

Anyway, I am feeling pretty dry about it. I still do. I cannot believe that I was able to shove not one, not two, but borrowing a third foot to ram it into my mouth, so deep, I can tickle my tonsils by wiggling my toes. I feel utterly and completely moronic.

That's it. I'll be shooting dry branches and dead leafs from now on.

....Thanks for stopping by. posted by losir at 8:52 PM