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Name: Geoff
Country: United States
State: Indiana
Metro: South Bend
Birthday: 10/3/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: sand, custard filled doughnuts, roller coasters, good movies, snow, roadtrips, meeting new people, clouds shaped like things, music, chinese food, hollister, st. patrick's day, rum, people from ireland, people with sexy accents, stuffed animals, laughing, writing, grooving (to the music), riding (anything), sailing, fast food, gummy bears, snow angels, dane cook, cake, chocolate, legos, pulp fiction, jon stewart, biscuits, tie dye, short skirts, curly hair, beautiful women, ninjas, mashed potatoes, pizza, sandals, sheep, halloween, hats, shaved legs, dancing when no one is watching, watching other people dance when they think no one is watching, macaronni and cheese (kraft), you
Expertise: You might say that I don't suck at anything really.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Computers (Software)
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  tehGeoffSayz
Member Since:
8/11/2005
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| It all started out innocently enough, but then the jaguar must have smelled my cologne. It turned towards me and started to run. Naturally, being the quick thinker I am, I ran in the opposite direction. I felt like I was putting some distance between those deadly fangs when all of a sudden the jaguar knocked me to the ground. At this point I almost gave up all hope of survival, until I remembered the survival knife I had strapped on to my belt. I managed to get a grip on the knife with one hand while struggling to fight off the jaws of the beast. After stabbing the jaguar several times it lost interest and ran off down the hall. Then I got up, dusted myself off, and continued on my way to work. When I got to my building, I found it burned to the ground. This would have been a joyous occasion in any normal circumstances. But, as it turned out, I was planning on burning it down today. Dashed hopes aside I got back in my car and started driving. I drove until I didn't know where I was. Then I stopped the car and lit it on fire. Now, with no means of transportation, I decided to walk. I walked until I found a house....
In case you couldn't tell, we did free-writing in Creative Writing today. The guy gave us the first six (6) words and told us to just write whatever we thought of for about 5 minutes. DONE. | | |
| The amount of tips I made Sunday was greater than $40. But work itself kind of sucked. The stress of getting 5 deliveries within the first half-hour of opening completely threw me off for the rest of the day. It didn't help that I was the only driver. The fifth order was kind of an hour and a half late. They got it free. Not my fault. How the fuck am I supposed to make five deliveries all over town in 30-45 minutes? Don't even try to answer that question, it's im-fuckin-possible. But--work is over and I'm $40 richer for the experience.
ALSO: My first check was for $107.30 (net). | | |
| Sometimes just driving around town for hours with a sharpie can be fun. Case in point: last night. This kid, we'll just call him "Dan" for the purposes of this entry, and I went out and defaced quite a large nmber of informative signs in the area.
EX:
Deer with cocks
Tractors with cocks
People crossing the street with cocks
30 -> 80
"Right PlaneT ends"
"Please SLOW down Josh"
"Hi Nicky"
"Dead FRIend"
et cetera
This data leads one to the conclusion that the vandalization of government signage can be a very enjoyable activity. Just be sure to take the proper precautions, in order to avoid any unwanted circumstances. | | |
| I joined a new blogring to emphasize one of my favorite qualities. Whatever, I made more than 20 dollas in tips tonight. You wish you did that. It was sick. One house ordered two pizzas, but at different times, so I had to make two trips. But they tipped like, $4 the first time, so I wasn't too concerned. So, I made the second trip to this one house, and they gave me at least a $6 tip. For just one large pizza. I respect them.... And you, but not as much. | | |
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Work was sweet. I made more than $17 in tips and gas. That, plus my salary means I gross more than $8/hr. And I got to drive around. Nice. | | |
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