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I feel like blogging. I'm not sure why, but I just do. Between being a full-time student and full-time worker, I've been so busy since February, with little time for anything extra-curricular, except for eating and sleeping! :zzzzz: I wanna take a little time to write something that DOESN'T...

It seems that every few years, I wind up in some financial crisis that I end up hating myself for not being better prepared for. I'm hoping to finally change it for good, but who knows? Things have pretty much sucked for me since my wife lost her job in July. That wasn't supplementary income...

I thought that would be a funny word. Anyway, I'm frickin' irritatedly bored. There is zero stimulation in my life, right now. I don't mean as far as this damned fetish, or anything even remotely sexual. For starters, I'm thinkin' this dead computer issue may be a good thing, as much as I hate...

...because I have to do it from my phone using my T9 dictionary! Grrrr! lol Seriously, I acquired some viruses on my laptop, Sunday, and I've been at a constant battle of trying to outsmart them as they've prevented me from installing and/or using programs to eliminate them, such as Malwarebytes...

...and I just felt that I HAD to blog about it! :typerhappy: It was very vivid and detailed, which is unusual for my dreams--not to mention the fact that I REMEMBER most of it! My dream revolved around the end of the world. It had a mixture of elements from the movies, the Happening(minus the...

I recently returned from working in West Virginia for an entire week. The company I work for has a tiny branch out there that covers a large part of the state, and easily gets understaffed. Without a doubt, that experience had to be one of the most nightmarish I've had in a while! I usually...

A common theme that seems prevalent in my life is the need for bold actions and words. I've had it forced down my throat while in the service, and it took a few years to get accustomed to taking initiative with many things. I remember in my early days in the service, I'd frequently get my ass...

It would probably be appropriate to call me Mr. Smalltalk. I feel like everyday I'm becoming more and more like my father. I'm not sure if that's a bad thing, or what. When I first started my job and had to drive everywhere, I hated it. I complained to co-workers that I'd much rather be doing...