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| Dennis' Wish
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| Arrrrg Scribblin'
Yo Ho Ho! Did you know, did you know? You can change your language setting to pirate on Facebook. It's like your page is an illegal smuggling ship and all your friends have rotten teeth!
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New Mutasim-isms
Racism is the ultimate form of favoritism.
Playing tetris is like being on the assembly line at a Rubik's Cube Factory.
Reverse racism isn't racism, it's msicar.
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Tall Stigma
So, letting it out now. I've always had a fear of public bathrooms, even if I go into the stalls. I'm always afraid there'll be some dude hanging on top of the stall just watching me go for whatever sick satisfaction (or, he could be genuinely interested in my bowels, but that's still gross). Either way, I started to think about how my fear is so one-sided. Like, how would to be for tall people walking into the bathrooms, how do they feel?
Think about it, sure a short person can fear that tall or weird people might peer over the stall room doors (because no one has ever thought of connecting those walls to the ceiling for whatever reason) but no one ever thinks of how ashamed tall people might feel when walking into a bathroom. Isn't the tall person thinking "I hope these short people don't think I'm looking - I just want to get out of here alive and refreshed just as much as they do in a peaceful manner".
All I have to say is I feel sorry for the tall and towering, obviously they have more of a phobia of being caught as a pervert than us regular height-ed people just trying to make sure our calls to nature isn't some exhibitionists field trip.
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Yeeeeah.
Ja Ne. | | |
| Iraq-asurus
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| No Commitment
You know, I sometimes forget that Xanga
and this society of fragmented sentences exist, which is funny, because
just a couple of years ago you would have thought that all my opinions
could only be expressed in angst-filled digital words.
Boo. In the all form.
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The Business
So, let's update on what's important.
I
did almost nothing this summer, and I literally mean nothing. There
were plenty of moments where my and the ceiling had stare-offs. I
usually lost and one time I almost gain a victory, until the ceiling
pulled out all the stops. Damn bastard still had tricks up his sleeve.
I
didn't really work this summer either, so as of this moment, I have
empty pockets. I left Banana Republic because the banana fields got hit
hard by economic famine, so I moved on to an entirely new mall. Oh, I
know! I left Valleyfair, what a big step for me. Anyway, I worked at
Saks Off 5th Ave., but actually, it wasn't work as much as it was me
figuring out how to make a noose out of True Religion jeans. I hate
that place, it was boring; my coworkers mostly were comprised of
Filipino ladies in their aging years (don't get me wrong, I love my
aunties, but having someone call you Mit-ass because your name is
'hard' all day and advises you to dump your girlfriend for a Pinay can
get straining), costumer service is defined by harassing guests for
credit cards, and dealing with the most ridiculous costumers made me
miserable until I quit a month and a half after getting hired.
I just wish I bought 50% off Puma shoes before I left.
Biggest regret.
My
friends for the most part were busy and conflicted with my schedule.
Personal matters also kept surfacing to keep me down. The
saving-baby-business hasn't gone well either since most fires are
happening in the Santa Cruz mountains and I'm not down for saving
half-baked babies.
Summer '08 sucked, ya'll.
Can't wait until this Mickey Mouse bullshit is over.
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Comics
Haven't done much with my little hobby. The ideas just aren't there, but this is the best I have right now.
Think of this as a special though, two comics in one post!
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Going to start my script writing career
I'm moving to LA in ten days. So... later!
JaNe. | | |
| Imaginary Friends
First Comic of 2008!
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