
I work at a Wal-Mart in Indiana and we're constantly being asked by customers if we can get them the coupons directly. It may not be an official route, but why not stop by your nearest electronics/retail chain and give it to someone in the television/electronics/etc dept and ask that it be given to someone who needs to purchase a box? Yeah, I mean, you're just trusting a random person with a $40 coupon, but hell, I doubt the gov't has a better idea of what to do.
Not knocking the religious, just saying that 1/3 of Americans believing in the supernatural should not surprise anyone.
Hit Erase. Goodbye.
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I don't know how much longer I can put up with all of this. If you haven't checked my other journal, do it now.
I'm angry right now, and I'm sure I'll calm down in a few hours, but I just don't know anymore. I'm tired of being the one who catches all the shit.
And thank you for the note on my truck. It saved my night.
I'm in a better mood now. Dunno why.
I think I just worry alot when I'm alone. Ha, I should always have a friend with me to make sure I don't fall.
Anyway, off to grab some food and go to bowling practice.
Then look up the lyrics.
5 minutes and 19 seconds of all kinds of perfection for the moment.
I actually was thinking of having the DJ play this song at homecoming. Figured we could've danced to it, and at least that would've made more sense.
I dream too much.
I don't know what to say.
Tomorrow will bring more.
It's amazing what a rejuvenated girl with a sudden interest in creative doodle sessions can do to a guy's attitude.
What a nice way to start off the morning.
thefinalhalo: you're not angry with me are you?
SicIlIanAtHeart: No, I am not angry with you, I love you Austin.
SicIlIanAtHeart: You're just overly analytical.
SicIlIanAtHeart:
SicIlIanAtHeart: And I know that is how you're like
thefinalhalo: heh, amen to that. i love you too, kira.
SicIlIanAtHeart: So, I try to let you know when you can stop analyzing.
SicIlIanAtHeart:
I don't think I've ever wanted to fight before in my entire life until now. I've got this sudden rush of adrenaline and testosterone. I don't think I've ever been this motivated, and the more things get fucked, the more motivated I become. I've noticed it building ever since the festival. I feel almost like I'm nearing the final stage. 4/6. A movement is accomplished in six stages.
Let's hope Mr. Barrett was right in all his acid-induced glory.
I love The Flaming Lips.
That is all, and disgregard any occasional whining you might read here.
I'm feeling way too many things right now.
Kira called me last night sobbing because Pearse had broken up with her. I had never heard her cry so hard before. It broke my heart hearing her and knowing I couldn't be there with her to help her. I love that girl so much, and I'm glad they patched up today. She called me again today around 9, and we talked while she walked home from the train station to her apartment. It's nice hearing her laugh again.
How much net work could a network work, if a network could net work?