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This is awful! When I first read it, I cussed outloud. Then I looked around and hoped no one heard me. I live with Christians.

Um, Des, is that the way Aussies pronounce it with their accent?

Hey Maddy, hugs for you from me.Rad

Reminds me of the spam mail I got that said, "Touch her tonsils with your dick." That one made me laugh outloud. I still haven't deleted it if you want a copy.

I like that. I'd probably do that myself.Rad

I'm sure the giggling (or the drooling) is about what the onlookers wouldn't dare avert their eyes from.

We're all guys. We know what we do when we're single.

That cold shower, of course, would be preceded by a....

Colin, 18 years old and you already have memory gaps?

Oh. Thanks! :)

Um... what's ESOL?

As Camy had put it, my muse had been on a vacation. But it's now back because of an inspiration from a friend. He told me I should write a poem for the guy who got me into writing poetry and on whom I have a little crush on. I hadn't written in weeks, I think, before that, but on hearing that advice, I finally did. Thanks to him! (Raise your hand please. *Grins*) I'm posting it here because it's too personal for me to post at CW, though not that personal for me to post here in my blog. Go figure. The title is You and Me. Reign inside; In the midst of Chaos, divide; Heart and soul unite; A longing kiss Restores the body; Deny me not. All that's said Gives all that's taken; All that's done Brings back the beat, Unclogs the veins and arteries, Summons the heart again. Taken by tomorrow, Only yesterday to grieve for, Lost longings End their journey, Now meeting Their equal, their partner, In the midst of chaos Never to part Or even die. Omens lie; Crowns are wastes; Another beginning Makes all of yesterday Part forever; Onward we go. Anyway... I had told you about my job hunting exploits two weeks ago, and it just seemed fair that I tell you my current situation. I just had an interview with another call center company yesterday, and I now have to go back on Wednesday for training. Never mind that it's more than an hour away from where I live. I love commuting anyway, all those hot guys on the train. Mmm. It really surprises me how many hot guys I see in there. Anyway, I haven't signed any contract yet, and I'm really not going to get my hopes up. But I wish that was just an oversight. I mean, I was oriented the same day I passed their hiring process, so. I might have a job before the year ends. Ah, I said I won't get my hopes up. The company that I might be working for would have customers based on the West Coast and Australia. The starting pay, though, is a bit smaller than what those companies near where I live offer, so I'll get some experience and try to have a go at those companies again. At least, I might be earning something before the end of the year. Might, being the key word. I'll write something when I'm officially hired.

May I say 'me too'?I saw the definition of your blog (Musings from a feathered fellow), and I can't help but think that here, you'd be tarred and feathered. Kidding.

:lol:Oh lawd! I didn't see that coming!Seriously, you'd be great for those Ask-Me sections in magazines. You don't have to have a great advice; your humor would be enough.

Wow! Thanks guys! Those were super advices. Thanks!Apparently though, nice isn't enough. I'm confident, though, that if I applied for a minimum wage job I'd get accepted. It's the high paying ones that are hard to get, even though I tried hard to impress them. I've decided that I'll take what I can, even the low paying ones, because I really need to earn and save money for school next year. That, and I'm keeping my hair.

Desmond, are you really going to write on your log?

I’d once experienced that Cole, having my hair cut then not being offered the job. Pissed me off.Okay.. I guess I wasn’t too clear. Minimum wage paying jobs here are the fastfood ones and the department store jobs. They ALWAYS require a guy to have a haircut and I don’t understand why they let the girls keep theirs. I used to work for that before.A call center job doesn’t care about the hair and they pay a lot too, even though the employees get cursed at every minute, but since I wasn’t able to get a job from any of them, well, that leaves me the minimum wage jobs.

On heroes... I didn't "have" much of them when I was a kid. My parents absolutely prohibited watching TV. So I guess, I don't have much of that fearlessness on authority figures.BTW, I really like your outlook on life.

Trab, I don't think that was a call center calling your mom. That's a scammer. Here, they're called Dugo-dugo Gang.And yeah, sometimes, I think about that Blue, where my priorities are supposed to be, hair or job and income. Argh.

Two who?

Oh my god!So this is where Jason got that Radbaud thing. *Sigh* Trab, you're so bad. :lol:And hey, if you're going to choose a pseudonym, why not choose something cool sounding? Besides, Jason Rimbaud sounds cool. Really.

That's so great. :)You'll find much more than that, as you stay sober every day. You'll find yourself one day chasing after a beautiful little butterfly, which Des is also chasing after. Incidentally.

Is there some other way out of here Other than driven by our own fear Maybe appeal, of those we hold dear Self reliance abandoned, that much is clear But am I leaving or running away By not moving from where I stay Faltering, each and every day No, there must be another way I must search out the reason why More so now that I feel the end is nigh

:lol:I'm reminded of the animated movie Shark Tale."What?""What 'what'?""What 'what what'?""You said, 'What?', and I said, 'What "what"?'..."

I thought you were talking about a thousand dollars there.