yeah...

I had the weirdest dream about soul snaring circus leaders telling the newly dead to eat their old friends.... Moral of the story: don't go to the post office.

I miss the working the bakery already. It felt so good to work back there, keeping busy, in a lesser supervisored area. I loved doing something so straightforward and productive. Great for a temp position...Now I'm being shuffled off to the cafe, and so far haven't left the best impression as an employee.

My little sister and her friend are begging for the computer (PlleAssee!!! We need to talk to BOYS!).

Ha. I posted however simple.

do compare.

iMac G5:



Wii:



Now:







Logos anyone?

Bastages

The damndest longest online error I've ever run into.

stack trace of outer exception:
com.rsa.csf.clientservice.saml.SamlSsoAssertingPartyServiceBean.throwRightException(Ljava.lang.String;Ljava.lang.String;Ljava.lang.Exception;)V(Unknown Source)
com.rsa.csf.clientservice.saml.SamlSsoAssertingPartyServiceBean.startSso(Lcom.rsa.csf.common.util.FimServletContext;Ljava.lang.String;Ljava.lang.String;Ljava.lang.String;)Lcom.rsa.csf.techservice.saml.common.AssertingPartySsoResult;(Unknown Source)
com.rsa.csf.clientservice.saml.SamlSsoAssertingPartyServiceBean.startSamlAssertingPartySso(Lcom.rsa.csf.common.util.FimServletContext;Ljava.lang.String;Ljava.lang.String;)Lcom.rsa.csf.techservice.saml.common.AssertingPartySsoResult;(Unknown Source)
com.rsa.csf.clientservice.saml.SamlSsoAssertingPartyServiceBean_cc8hya_EOImpl.startSamlAssertingPartySso(Lcom.rsa.csf.common.util.FimServletContext;Ljava.lang.String;Ljava.lang.String;)Lcom.rsa.csf.techservice.saml.common.AssertingPartySsoResult;(SamlSsoAssertingPartyServiceBean_cc8hya_EOImpl.java:158)
com.rsa.csf.clientservice.saml.SamlSsoAssertingPartyServiceProxyClient.startSamlAssertingPartySso(Lcom.rsa.csf.common.util.FimServletContext;Ljava.lang.String;Ljava.lang.String;)Lcom.rsa.csf.techservice.saml.common.AssertingPartySsoResult;(Unknown Source)
com.rsa.csf.application.saml.SamlSsoAssertingPartyServlet.doGe
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weblogic.servlet.internal.ServletStubImpl.invokeServlet(Ljavax.servlet.ServletRequest;Ljavax.servlet.ServletResponse;Lweblogic.servlet.internal.FilterChainImpl;)V(ServletStubImpl.java:402)
weblogic.servlet.internal.ServletStubImpl.invokeServlet(Ljavax.servlet.ServletRequest;Ljavax.servlet.ServletResponse;)V(ServletStubImpl.java:305)
weblogic.servlet.internal.WebAppServletContext$ServletInvocationAction.run()Ljava.lang.Object;(WebAppServletContext.java:6350)
weblogic.security.acl.internal.AuthenticatedSubject.doAs(Lweblogic.security.subject.AbstractSubject;Ljava.security.PrivilegedAction;)Ljava.lang.Object;(Optimized Method)
weblogic.security.service.SecurityManager.runAs(Lweblogic.security.acl.internal.AuthenticatedSubject;Lweblogic.security.acl.internal.AuthenticatedSubject;Ljava.security.PrivilegedAction;)Ljava.lang.Object;(SecurityManager.java:118)
weblogic.servlet.internal.WebAppServletContext.invokeServlet(L

It's longer than that.

I hate walmart inc:

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Lets go fix my w2 at work now that you don't support my forsaken brower accurately.

Now that I'm working at Sam's Club theres one thing I have to say. I gratefully thought that I left drawn out pretentious cheers behind at girls camp isolation functions and high school sports. I couldn't be more off, when your overly dignified manager starts clapping her hands and whooping it gets ------ scary.

There are pictures of Sam Walton slapped everywhere in employee territories,I'd love to know whoever it is that indulges these photo ops and enshrines this guy everywhere I turn. Could be Sammy Walton himself. It starts reminding me of how L. Ron Hubbard is glorifed, sickly posted everywhere and immortalized in nearly every function...

That's it I'm in a retail bulk supplying cult, it's all over. they'll find me in a couple years and enslave my first born with Internet Explorer and require the performing of dark rituals in the name of their beloved buisness Seer, Father Walton.

but your head hurts...

Ghostwriter has been iming me all evening. Proteus, my all in one mac im client is acting up. What happens is I click on the proteus when it says 2 new messages and nothing, just an open screen from unknown. I don't think it's a hack, most likely a program corruption.

I love the new mac commericals, always makes me snicker. I worry that mac may be on the upswing though. Hey, if we're not in the minority and get more mainstream, I need to get myself some virus protection. Crap. The arrogance in the commercials is going to make some nerd spaz out and start throwing wrenches. I know it's already pissing another off to at least threaten to hack. lol. I'll bet Vernon will be on it first.

Heres a thought for you, maybe you're doctor isn't as impartial when you turn your head and cough as you'd like to think. The 'proffesionals' on E.R., Grey's Anatomy, and Scrubs have all sorts of shady backgrounds and kinky needs. So next time, worry, they are hoarding your urine after all processing.
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I miss how everything was last year. I can't believe how well my life fitted. I was kept as busy as a demon, the creative process came so natural. In everything I did I never skipped a beat. Even dull things seemed lively. I mixed up everything I came across, was more daring. I felt most myself. It all happened semi- accidentally, a few elements just tangled up together to make that a good time for me. I feel the difference now, nearly every situation I'm in does the opposite. I feel I'm not aligned as much with what is natural for me, like being off center and doubt spinning all around. I said I wasn't going to be much fun.

I've been grabbing the saddest songs in the world.

I know I'm trying to swing back up from being slammed out of my first place. I never thought I'd be back living in my parents place, school was supposed to be a steady and attainable stream, I thought a lot of things.

--And more from where that came from. How much do I have left to say? To post what I've been thinking would be like tying whoever you are to the back of a pickup and draging down dark country roads for miles. I know what's needed, I'm just a little scared.