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Name: Roy
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Orange County
Birthday: 11/4/1979
Gender: Male
Interests: music music music. And everything else.
I hate the x-box.
Expertise: Since I am no longer a master of ordering things online, I will change this to "having OCD's" and "grammar."
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
1/13/2003
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| YET ANOTHER LAUNDRY POST
So I found my BLACK ink pen... It was in the dryer.
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| RECENT CONVERSATION
Me: Do you know Jay? He went to TAS.
Glen: What? He went where? What's TAS?
Me: ...
Glen: Oh, take a shit? He went to take a shit?
Me: TAIWAN AMERICAN SCHOOL!
Glen: Oh.
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| CONFUSED CHARACTER
My apartment complex is so exciting. So I'm walking to my
apartment (seems the fun stuff always happens then) and I walk by this
one tall fellow. As I pass by him, he gives me a double take, and
feebly says 'excuse me.'
Of course, I respond 'yes?'
As soon as I do, he suddenly breaks into a heartfelt apology about some
incident that happened last week, saying 'I'm so sorry about what
happened.' Unfortunately, I didn't recall being wronged anytime
in the past week by anyone, so I just give him a quizzical look of
'huh??' 
He sees that I don't understand, so he continues to elaborate the
scenario. I'm quickly flipping through my fuzzy memory though, so
I'm not particularly involved in what he's saying. I do, however,
manage to pick up a few pieces of his confession, including 'near
broadway.... by the gate... I'm very sorry... I just woke up..,' but I
still can't manage to piece anything together.
After a couple seconds of searching through the old rolodex of tattered
memories, I chalk up this encounter up to yet another case of mistaken
identity.
He seems pretty distraught, and genuinely sorry though, so I figure
I'll forgive him on the victim's behalf. In fact, he looks like he
REALLY needs some mercy before he gets on his knees.. So I just tell him, 'oh, it's cool,
don't worry 'bout it.' I hope whoever he wronged doesn't mind
that I let him off so easily.
Of course, as I flash him a half-hearted smile and bid him farewell, I'm still thinking 'wtf is he talking about  .'
Cereal! Raisin bran rules.
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| INTERNET TRASH
Ok, it takes a lot for me to say this, so I gotta take a breath. *breath in... breath out..*
Does anyone know this
dumb motherf*cker?!!?! His name is Kevin, his girlfriend's name
is Karon, and he lives in San Marino. I don't even wanna know
what other junk I can find on the guy online. I do know, however,
that he's pretty shady, and really bad at it.
Here's his eBay auction link.
As you can see, he's CLEVERLY bidding on his own shit... Hrm..
item is being sold by tkc0209, and the highest bidder is kt0209...
Ingenious.
He must've deceived oh so many eBay bidders, but not me..
His only other positive feedback is from his girlfriend who won his
other items... wtf. She gave him a positive feedback for a 'fast
transmission.' Buahahahahahha. I'll refrain
from making jokes laden w/ sexual innuendo. You can make your own.
For the truly lazy, here's a quick link to his feedback.
Get a damn clue.
You can find his xanga at:
http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=kevvvin
Apparently, he thinks he's really good at basketball.
Ugh, i'm getting so mean.
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| QUERY QUANDARY
In the 15+ years I've been doing laundry, I loathe it no less than I ever have.
Boooo.
My clothes STILL smell like gear oil
Yuck.
No. of socks lost today: 0
Yay!
Gave blood today
Yay!
Found out that I was 1 of only 15 people that donated in 6 hours. The red cross truck was parked outside a $tarbuck$.
Booooo. 
Saw Richard, a guy I haven't seen in over 2 years, giving blood at the same time.
Weird.
Xanga's HTML editor sucks ass.
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