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my computer is pissing me off. i bought more ram to put in hoping that it wouldnt get all fucked up like last time i tried, and i install said purchased ram, and lo and fucking behold the same damn thing happens. i will forever be relegated to 512 megs unless it takes its CPU out of its ass.

you know what's a funny word? install. like, is there an IN stall? if you install a program, is there a stall in your computer where it goes and sits? are programs horses or something? what do they eat while they're in the IN stall? or is it more like when the program youre using craps out, is it in STALL mode? like it's a friggin airplane that has it's engine blown up by a stinger missile and it stalls out and fucking blows to shit like microsoft programs.

you know what word would confuse retarded people a lot i think? ok ok, sorry, not retarded people...special needs people... letter. think about it. ask them to spell the word letter. seriously, how do you spell a letter? thats a lot of word in your letter. fucking deep yo.

man i'm getting pretty fucking bored at work now. im pretty much going to be the last seasonal staff there cause everyone else is leaving before me for once. ive somehow managed to succeed at doig fuck all most of the summer. and at first it was cool, cause really, who wants to prep a field for resodding all day? not me. however. sweet fuck all is wearing thin. because you can only do sweet fuck all for so long and then it's no longer sweet fuck all. it's eroneous fucking boredom. fuck that shit. im pretty sure this is obvious when i walk around at work cause people ask me "hey pat, are you ready to go back now?" "fucking right i am!" and then i go back to putzing around in a golf cart. seriously. i pounded fucking eight inch pieces of iron into the grass today to mark corners. it took all of a half hour. and it was almost a struggle to come up with something else to do.

oh and our neighbours cut down the hedge on their side of the fence. first time EVER that there has been no hedge there. i get home walk into the backyard, and you know how when something's been around long enough that you just expect it to be there cause its always been there and should never ever have to think twice about it? and then it takes you a few seconds to stop and think...wait a sec...something's not right...and then you're like WHAT THE FUCK??? and im like, fence...very clear...???

i totally just lost my train of thought.

fuckers eh?

shit, ok, now i totally forget what i was going to say.

larry the cable guy is funny.

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