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Name: Jeremy
Country: United States
State: Washington
Metro: Olympia
Birthday: 8/11/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: Well, I have many interest, but, as you can probably tell, acting is main interest. But, besides that, I am a freelance writer for a local newspaper, I enjoy not working at my job, and sitting home relaxing with a movie.
Expertise: Well, I do believe I'm the greatest actor in the world, so I suppose that'll work.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
8/31/2004
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| Easter. We are in a crowded restaurant. Two brothers sit in a booth, around the same age.
Eric: God damn, look at all those damn kids who dressed up today for Easter.
Jeremy: What, you surprised, or something?
Eric: No, not really.
Moment of silence.
Jeremy: You want to piss them off?
Eric: Sure.
Jeremy puts his hand together, as if he’s getting ready to pray.
Jeremy: Thank you Satan, for providing us with this food today, that’s probably infected...
Eric: Shut the fuck up dude!
Jeremy: What? I thought you wanted to.
Eric: Nevermind.
Moment of silence.
Eric: You talk to Dad today?
Jeremy: No, did you?
Eric: No. It’s strange. He always calls me on Easter. Normally to invite me to church.
Jeremy: Bummer. He never calls me about anything, so I’m lucky. I’ve always found that funny though. You’re the convict, I’m the one straight and narrow one, yet you’d think it’s the other way around the way he acts.
Eric: Well, you know, us convicts, we need lots of help.
Jeremy: That’s true.
Moment of silence.
Jeremy: You know, I feel sorry for that little girl over there, who’s wearing a little cute dress.
Eric: Why?
Jeremy: Because, she’s like, five years old. I’m sure her parents are already hammering into her brain that Jesus and God is the way. And that’s not fair to her. She’s gonna grow up just like you, being the perfect kid until she hits high school, and then bam! Before her parents even know it, she’s gonna be skipping class, stealing her father’s car to go meet some boy to have sex with, stealing things, and she’s gonna wind up in jail. She’ll have tasted life for the first time, and she won’t be able to stop it. And in the end, she’s gonna completely rail against God, and end up really fucked up because her parents jammed it down her throat when she was young.
Eric: Good point. | | |
| April is the cruelest month. | | |
| THE SEAHAWKS ARE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | | |
| DANIEL:
I wouldn't even know where to start, Kelli, I swear. First of all, trying to find somebody safe on this campus, I mean, somebody who's relatively disease free, who hasn't slept with all of my friends, which is three, by the way, somebody who isn't heavily involved in a relationship, who isn't painful to look at or have a conversation with, who actually likes guys - this, well, is, fuckin impossible. I mean, even if I do find somebody like this, the odds that she will have any interest in me are not as great as it may seem. And, you know, I mean, I don't even know if I would allow myself to go after a person I respected, since I know the kind of guy I am. I know the thoughts I think. I know I would not want me to date my daughter, even if I didn’t have a daughter. I know that I cease to become interested in nine out of ten women almost immediately after I've slept with them, and I've only slept with two women, and the last one took place over a year and a half ago. I know premature ejaculate on occasion, and that’s even when I think about soccer, the most boring sport in the world. I know I sometimes prefer blow jobs to actual intercourse, yet I can't come up with a halfway logical reason for a woman to want to give me one. I know I find sleazy women incredibly attractive, if only for the reason I think I might have an easier time in getting them in the sack, and I know I look at most women as objects. I know that white men have a hell of a historical legacy, what with enslaving blacks and treating women like cattle, so I honestly feel ashamed to be a member of what is supposed to be the privileged class. And I know that sensitive guys sound good in theory, but in practice, most of the women I observe are attracted to attractive men who treat them like shit. I know these things. So, you see, it would be very difficult for me to try to pick you up while retaining even minor amounts of dignity and truth and still enjoy myself a little...
But I was standing over there, across the room, and I saw Michael try to pick you up, and I know he's pretty smashed tonight, and I just wanted to see if you were okay.
Are you okay? | | |
| Sometimes, wisdom comes from the most strangest place. There I was, on IMDB, reading biographies of actors I enjoy, where I ran across Seth Green. You might know him from Austin Powers, Without a Paddle, and one of top three television shows of all time, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Well, I found a quote he said. "God is, to me, pretty much an idea. God is, to me, pretty much a myth created over time to deny the idea that we're all responsible for our own actions." And I just want to say, you are so fucking right Seth. Keep on the good work.
I love my cat. For many reasons. No matter what I do, no matter how much I piss her off, she's always here. Right now, she's sleeping on her bed. Not my bed, mind you, her bed. Hell, this room, it's her's. She's just letting me use it. I mean, honest to god, she is the biggest bitch in the entire world, and I love her for it. She hates everyone, expect for me. I don't own her, she owns me. When I haven't feed her and she's hungry, she slaps me. And do you know how many times I've woken up only two hours later after falling asleep because she head butts me? Way to many times. Seriously, she head butts me right in the face, as if to say, "I'm bored. Give me some attention." But man, I really do love that bitch.
Alright, well, it's getting near six in the morning, and I'm getting up at one. I gotta enoy my weekend before it's time to go back to work, and hell is right around the corner. There's nothing quite like working at UPS during Christmas season. That's right, in early November, we are starting to get ready for Christmas. It makes me want to throw up. Have a great day everyone.
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