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I sat there in mind numbing boredom, until I
heard the unmistakable "bidong" that
alerts me to a completed download. I checked the time I had been waiting: 1
day, 2 hours, 23 minutes, and 21 seconds. After hitting the
"Finish" button, I was giddy like an
ugly virgin on prom night after one too many wine coolers. The wait was over.
Months after telling Sony Online Entertainment to kiss my pale hairy ass, and
that I was keeping my money instead of paying for their shit product, It was
finally here.
BWOOONGGG!!!!
The gong echoed throughout the room. There stood a monolith,
gaurded by two robed statues with glowing red eyes. A monolith, that actually,
you really couldnt see all the well, because of the words...
INSTALL WORLD OF WARCRAFT
I hit the button in earnest, as if I was Micheal Jackson looking to score at Toys 'R Us. Thus began: THE INSTALLATION PROCESS! Errmmm.....OF DOOM!!
And then...I...um....waited some more....
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GhettoRide81: I preordered WoW. Me = great *** Auto-response from Senketsu no Ame: I want to be your shadow, I want to be by your side, I want to see the moon rise with you, Until the end of time.
GhettoRide81: You want all that, and all I want is donuts. YOU SELFISH BASTARD! GhettoRide81: ALways thinking of yourself! GhettoRide81: Nothing is ever good enough for you! GhettoRide81: If I could give you the sun, I would, but my love will never be strong enough GhettoRide81: For you, my dear, are a pirate, and I am a ninja. It is the modern Romeo and Juliette. It can never be... GhettoRide81: *kills self* GhettoRide81: dude...this is your cue. you gotta kill yourself now too, DUH! It's in the book...
GhettoRide81: *dying breath* Oh, my dear Juliette Williams, our love could never be...holding hands in the rain, dancing in the rosebushes...cutting our feet the fuck up because we were stupid, and danced in rosebushes barefoot...getting infections in our feet, which turn gangrenous, causing them to rot off, so we have nothing but stubs, and are confined to wheelchairs for the rest of our lives... GhettoRide81: Those wheelchairs...our lives will be policed by them. Our asses will get sores from sitting too long. they will grow flat, and our legs will atrophy. They will look odd, being atrophied and withered, as well as having no feet, just bloody stumps. GhettoRide81: Thusly, we will have to learn to walk on our hands. Our musculature will develop to where we look like Donkey Kong. We would toss barrels at short, mustached men. Oh, the woe of mustaches looking silly... GhettoRide81: Such could have been our love, my dear pirate. GhettoRide81: *dies* Current Mood: sleepy
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Well...
The other day, I had a delivery near the apartment, so I swung by here to pick something up. When I came in, my bedroom door was open. I always close it to trap heat for Scooter. My roomate bounces out of my room when he notices I'm home, like a kid that just got caught doing something they know they shouldnt, wearing nothing but tighty whiteys. Then, he commences to make up some bullshit story saying "There was a loud pop outside, people were trying to get out of the parking lot, I was just seeing what was going on." Complete and total bullshit. No one was trying to get out of the parking lot. As a matter of fact, they were all getting in my damn way so I couldnt get into a parking space. The folks downstairs out chit chatting, kids riding bikes right in front of me like the inconsiderate assholes they are, people congregating and goofing around. Plus, if you were looking out the window, Kris, you would have seen me trying to get into a parking space.
I cant make this kind of shit up...
This asshole has absolutely no respect for anyone else. Not once has he chipped in for groceries, but sure as hell, as soon as I bring in food, it's gone in a matter of days, thanks to him. Not once has he paid his share of the power or phone bill. Before Dad gave me a phone, he used my cell phone like it was his. I'd be in the shower, and when I'd get out, the entire call log would be people he called. Before I passworded my computer, he would be on it while I was working, looking at fucked up porn sites. He wouldnt have a job if I hadnt gotten him hired on at mine after the wrestling shows he did got cancelled. Since then, it's been a nightmare just getting $200 out of him when he owes $250 a month. He'd go through my comics when I wasnt around. And he's been wearing my goddamn socks, and I think some of my wife beaters. On top of all this, he's filthy. His bathroom is disgusting, and his hair is everywhere.
He's known for over a month now that I was doing my damndest to move out of here, yet he hasnt made any attempt to look for a new place to live. He just assumed he was coming with me, even though I've told him numerous times there was no room for him to stay in. J. mentioned Martha moving in, and I mentioned it to Kris, but said that it might not happen, because the house is only 2 bedrooms. There is a utility room that might can be a bedroom, but I'm not certain, and I have to get moved in before I made any decision on Martha moving in. Which, I actually wouldnt mind, shes a nice girl, and it would ease the bills even more. But, Kris decides to go to Marthas sister about it and say no, like it was his decision.
HEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ASSHOLE! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE LIVING THERE EITHER!
I've told him numerous times, since I started all the preparations for moving into the house, that he wont be moving in with me. No matter, he's assumed the entire time that he is.
So, after the whole pantsless bullshit routine the other night, he then has the nerve the next night to ask me about the utility room, that I've already said numerous times, isn't fit to be a bedroom. So then he gets this dejected tone, and says "I guess I'm going to have to hunt for some new digs then."
No shit dude. I can't beleive you waited till 11 days till the lease is up. Even if it was a third bedroom, I still wouldnt let your ass move in again.
This is going to be nice getting out of these apartments. Peace and quiet. No more being late for work because of stupid bullshit that holds me up every day. No more driving all over the world to hang out with J. or my sis. Plus the house fucking rocks.
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