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Name: James
Country: United States
State: California
Gender: Male
Interests: Sports I can no longer or never could play. Food I should not be eating. Buying stuff I no longer or never had the money for.
Expertise: Creating awkward situations.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
AIM:  MrFood814U
Member Since:
8/20/2003
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| Yo all of you (4 or so).
Anyone need a CRT monitor, ill slang it to anyone for 20 bucks or so.
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| So for two days straight I blew off a job interview.
But it seemed weird that a respectable company who gave me a vague description of who they are or what they do would call me back to reschedule so quickly after I blew them off.
So I talked to some other employees at work who said they got the same offer and one of them was informed that when looking into that company that it was a scam. A pyramid scheme essentially.
Good thing I didn't go. I got a new (used) moniter too. Yup. Peace.
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| Alright so im at work and a young lady wearing too much make up with untrue but perfectly acceptable blonde hair comes up to me. I ask if she needs help and she quickly asks where to find a CD. I ask well what is the name of the CD? "I dont know". Alright, what is the name of the artist? "I'm not sure" Well now im beginning to think she is truly a blonde. She says I'm looking for the CD with the song (and here the singing begins) with these lyrics "...move your body like a cyclone, cyclone...". She says, I'm pretty sure its T Payne I now know God has already punished me with having to listen to that. I tell her follow me as we make our way to our rap experts, in the cell phone department, who quickly inform me of the artist. Turns out to be Baby Bash, not T Payne and I eventually find her the CD. After I give it to her I ask if she needs help with anything else. She replies "I'm looking for the T Payne CD.
What an idiot.
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| Well if xanga is dead i shouldn't care if i write that the other day i had a dream. And no not a better world of race relations dream.
I took a nap yesterday and had a long, winding dream and in the middle of my dream i find myself walking down some street toward some place i guess or at the very least just walking. The whole time I am conversing with Tom Cruise, the needlessly intense actor. At some point I mention to him that Mission Impossible: II sucked. He stops, I look back and his eyes start to glaze over and he begins to get a little emotional. I feel bad having said this so I sit him down on the sidewalk and start to explain to him why I thought Mission Impossible I was so good and that in comparison MI: II just couldn't compare at all. I was about to tell him how good I thought MI: III was until something came up, I walked again toward whatever building and he disappeared and the dream continued. Poor guy, making that crappy movie and getting all butt hurt about it.
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| I had a customer today who about 5-6 times during our conversation ask me, "so tell me James, what is the Best Buy?"
I kept thinking, you really need to stop saying that. But she bought a bunch of crap so who cares.
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