This guy in the UK has a page dedicate to things he and his girlfriend have argued about. It's pretty funny, check it out at www.mil-millington.com
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My addictions are few, but when I'm stuck in those ruts, there's no room to swim for the stars, and the end creeps ever closer to becoming the next beginning.

Sick as a dog is an over used term, clichéd, but very appropriate for the way I feel now, and for the last coupla days. Ever wonder where "sick as a dog" came from? Well right now, even if I could lick my own balls, (like a dog) I’d be too sick to be bothered (sick as a dog?) Anyway, that's rambling, and my head aches like I was beaten with a pipe, every bone and muscle screeches in near agony with every movement, even my hands and fingers as I type this (What a trooper I am, eh?) out on word pad, being ever conscious of Big Brother's network police. Not that we can't spare the bandwidth at the moment, if it gets any slower here we'll be moving backward, but ya never wanna giv'em the opportunity to legally diminish the payroll by breaking the much publicized “use of the network” rules, now do ya?

I'm too sick to think straight so I must end this. I'll return to blog again.

Well I've neglected this page for far to long, if they gave out blog licenses, they would have taken mine away by now. The network cops seem to have lightened up their seemingly never ending quest to nab bandwidth abusers, it being so slow at work there really isn't much more to do than surf, but i still seem to find other things to do when i've got 45 minutes on my hands. This is a habit (unlike smoking), that once broken, is hard to start on a regular basis again, but as I've probably blogged before, i'll do my damndest(?) to be a little more regular.

Blogging from home now, sitting in the basement, lit only by the glow of the wordpad document opened full screen in front of me, sipping Neocitron, cause I feel a flu coming on quick. Will it be a VTO day tommorow? I don't think so, i think i need money and the highspeed surfing ain't bad at all, got the ol' dialup here, and the connection just ain't what it should be. (but I do that shit for a livin so I know better than to try and fix that issue. What am i gonna send MYSELF for modem drivers?)

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As for the smoking, back on the butts for a bit now, but only in body and mind, I have the soul of a non-smoker, I assure you. Although I know it's my own fault for putting cigarette to lip, and flame to cigarette and inhaling, I really think I could have done this if my quitting partner had lasted. She broke down and started smoking a week before me.

Sure i had a puff here and there, but if i wasn't subjected to opportunity (guilt free opportunity I might add), I'd have never broken down a bought an entire (gasp) package of the skinny white bastards.

It's not my girlfriends fault that I started smoking again, it's mine, but I need someone to blame for all my problems. This is sometimes a something to blame, like the cigarettes for instance, but that will lead back to blaming her for starting again, and lets face it, I was only off them for all of four weeks, almost five. I was still a smoker, and I put myself in a position of submision in a place where I knew i was weak. I am totally to blame. I hang my head in shame.

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My buddy Scott and hid girlfriend Dnet went to Korea to teach english. They left just after Christmas and were making some pretty good money, enjoying themselves in a foriegn culture. I wanted to go and was assured that all the proper arrangements would not be a problem, but I got a lazy lazy ass and filled out the passport paperwork, but didn't even get a photo taken for it as of yet.

But my point is that i could have been there by now, and now Scott, along 350 other english teachers from thailand, phillipines, china, etc, are being deported for improper paperwork. Isn't that shitty!! He spent 2 days in a Korean prison, 2 days in a Canadian (or foriegner) prison and was then put on a plane for Canada, only because they had the money to pay for the flight, some of the other teachers didn't have the cash, and will be in prison for another 14 days. Thats real shitty too.

It all apparently came down to a teacher getting in a fight or arguement at his school and getting transfered to another school, but the first school knew he didn't have the proper documentation and blew the whistle, prompting a crack down and an investigation into the matter. Well, just goes to show how one bad asshole can spoil everyone else's good shit!

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Well there's a heading on the top banner of Tuesday's Cape Breton Post, that reads something like - Glace Bay call center sold to an American company - well it was always owned by an American company. This is not news to anyone, but a sensationalistic headline to grab the eye of people who want to have something to bitch about over bingo when they really don't have much of a clue about anything, let alone the ownership of a "Glace Bay Call Center". Stream's inital head office for all thier corporation was Canton, Mass. U.S.A, No news here CBP!

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I've got so much to bitch about myself but it's been so long since since i blogged last, i must control myself and let it flow out smoothly, else and explosion of bullshit proportions would appear. There would be far too much to ramble on about, so i will try to come back and bitch some more later, and leave you with this:

A young couple got married and in their family it was tradition that the best man dance with the bride for the first song. Well, this happened but then they danced for the second song too. And a third. By the time the fourth song came on, the groom ran up and kicked the bride between the legs.
A riot broke out and all the invited guests were hauled off to jail. In court the next week, the judge asked the best man what happened. "Your Honour, we were just dancing and the groom ran up and kicked the bride between the legs." "That must have hurt!" exclaimed the Judge. "No kidding," said the best man. "He broke three of my goddamn fingers!"

All skinnylickinblogged out for now