Basically, all I did was change the music so it can't even be called an AMV.

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

I'm mildly disturbed by this. Although they were kind of hot if you were colorblind and ignored the shell. On another note, I found my password as if that makes much of a difference since I'm too lazy to catch up on my commenting.

I wrote this after chatting with fireun and it definitely needs some work. I can't decide if its too vague or not vague enough.

Title: This Moment
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG.

When did I become the ghetto's resident personal shopper?
( I'm sorry but if its your child then you should know what size they wear or bring the child with you. )

The consumers of today really piss me off. Why did you think that a corporation and a flee market are interchangeable? Why do you think it is perfectly in your right to cause a scene of over a 3¢ tax difference? How is possible tot start your argument off with 'I'm paying tax twice'? If you have a problem with a tax difference then stay in your own state!

I spent the last few days in a cycle of downloading, installing, un-installing, and then deleting Yu-Gi-Oh! ONLINE. The fucking installer is raping my sanity. I'm not going to reformat my harddrive for a single program but besides casual surfing its the only thing I do. I've spent two years building those shitty decks and flirting and manipulating those fucked-up virtual cards and I'm not going throught THAT prossess again. I'd be homicidal if I didn't have DSL now. If had to download 700+ MBs through dial-up I'd likely throw my computer out the window and make sure to aim at my neighbor.

I spent the entire morning running around the high school track with my friend/assistant manager. Just had so much fun basically talking about the assholes at work and favorite programs on TV, all while barely breathing and struggling to hit our goal for the day. Mom wants me to cut the grass before it rains at sunset but my legs will not listen to me. Its a good thing all I have to do is roll-over to get to my computer because my remote-control is out of reach and if I fall I seriously might not be able to get back up.

Nagi
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So basically, I'm a psychopathic assassin who is the indirect cause of my loved one's death. Plus I'm cute and utterly misleading while being bluntly honest. Wow, I'm one sick puppy.

Shout it out for I have returned after a three-hour train rid both ways while sipping on Raspberry Rum. New York was just how I envisioned/remembered it. Big Apple is filled with too tall buildings that sway with the wind, lights that look like a train-wreck, and beautiful women walking around in trench-coats that would turn even a gay-man's head.

The conference was utterly boring but at least I got to nap through the boring and shadily put together presentations about the future and all the shit including PhD brown-nosing.My roommate flooded the bathroom, farted during the night, and almost made us late.

The found a nice-looking sushi restaurant while sight-seeing and then lost it just as I got hungry so I had to settle for White Castle. The clam-strips were great but I wanted my sushi dammit. All in all, the first nine hours made up for the remain of the one-and-half-day trip.

Okay, long story short or as short as possible, my General Manger [GM]  lied to me about a corporate meeting being mandatory. He took me into the office and lied to my face about it even went so far as to use the District Manager [DM] as an excuse to get me to go.

The fact of the matter is the meetings are never mandatory except for the GMs and instead of ASKING if I would go for whatever reason, he lies to me. I probably would have gone anyway to be moral support but I hate being taken for granted or lied to my face.

I'm the fucking confident of the store, I know everything. I read all of the emails and cover most of the asses. So the fact, that he lied to me and thought I wouldn't know when the hour aggravates me.

I've the dropped hints that I know about the scam and yet he continues to smile in my face as if he's won the fucking lottery. The meeting is technically only a day long in New York while I live in the DC Metropolitan Area. However, I'll be out of the area for two day and my best-friend will be left to run the store alone for the duration with a bunch of newbies. Its possible that I've be staying with strangers since the rooms are randomized.

So the options, I pose you is:

1. Should I go, be a bigger person, and tell him I knew after the fact?
2. Don't go and make up an excuse at the last minute and never let on that I knew?
3. Tell me the truth and don't go in spite?

Well, when your mind is totally blank and you really don't want to even wake up on such a sunny day, why not post a quiz.

Fullmetal Alchemist: You as a State Alchemist by SilvernFalcon
(User)Name?:
Age?:
Favorite alchemist?:	Edward ElricAlphonse ElricRoy MustangScarIzumi CurtisWrathKimbleyTim Marcohother
Favorite homunculus?:	EnvyGreedGluttonyLustSlothPrideWrath
Your alchemy element:	Lightning
Your alchemist name:	Metal Alchemist
Roy Mustang...:	...Considers you a friend.
Edward Elric...:	...Wants to kiss you.
Scar...:	...Does not know you are a State Alchemist.
Envy...:	...Hates you.
Your alchemy success percentage:: 94%
Your rank:	Major
Quiz created with MemeGen!

Excuse me while I laugh at the utter stupidity. Its amazing that they had MSN in 1964. Microsoft must own the Gate.

Fullmetal Alchemist MatchMaker~ by zee-chan
Name~
Age~
Fav animal~
Fav anime~
Best Match~	John Havok
Will meet on~	April 27, 1964
Will meet at~	on MSN
and~	getting drunk
Will meet your best friends~	Envy & Greed
at~	in someone's closest
and~	slapping each other
HOW MATCH~: 22%
Quiz created with MemeGen!

Can someone please tell me how an American can tell a Korean how to speak their own language and then get mad when it is pointed out that they either pronounced or described the wrong thing? On another note, why has the videogaming industry been regurgitating vomit lately?

If this day could not get any worse. I almost get a good friend fired because a damn e-mail; an E-MAIL that was just asking for a simple ADDRESS. Mother blinking 48-hour policies can kiss my button. Then I come home with a two freaking cold Mc-Chicken sandwiches to wash my face and hands only to bloody break my glasses...on a freaking towel. How is it physically possible to break your glasses through the bridge while cleaning it on bloody cotton towel? How can something that costs a quarter of a dollar break something that is over a thousand times its worth?

If anyone has seen the movie called the 'Weatherman' then you will understand my pain. Its absolutely disturbing. Like watching the average Caucasian going through life just waiting to have a mental breakdown. Its an fictional biography that tries to be so serious about real life that its just boring. Its as if someone just farted and you simply can't ignore it but instead of laughing, you just want to vomit.

Its really quite creepy how accurate a quiz of less then 20 questions can be. It seems I should fall in love with genuinelie and why not. I already want to have her plot-bunny's babies.


( You are: Zoro-type. )