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Name: Derk
Country: United States
State: Mississippi
Metro: Starkville
Birthday: 5/14/1900
Gender: Male
Interests: DVD collecting and Shelley.
Expertise: Smallville (Superman), Batman, Green Lantern, Flash, Nip/Tuck, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Six Feet Under, Scrubs, MST3K, Law and Order, Family Guy
Occupation: Sales
Industry: Computers (Internet)
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
9/22/2002
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Wow, does anyone read this. "No Derek, why would someone read what's never updated."
Touche' voice in my head, touche'
This is a weird week, finals, one year anniversary of...that, smallville season finale, bachelor party. Plus I turn 21 on Sunday. How much does that suck to have your twenty-first on a Sunday. Even more that I won't be 21 at my own bachelor party. Oh well, we'll still have fun.
I'm being told its a surprise.
I'm not writing anymore - I don't know if anyone is reading this.
And if you are, who are you?
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| "...he said thank you mom for fixing
my clouded broken mind
but excuse me if I seem a little rude
while I was missing my childhood, my brother and my prime
you enjoyed the convenience of my solitude..." | | |
| rut : a usual or fixed practice; especially : a monotonous routine.
Welcome to my world.
I find the spirit of human emotion interesting. A blog about a
leaked pic of Spider-Man from a movie that is still a year from coming
out, poses about 6 or 7 comments.
Someone talks about their feelings on here and the awkwardness sets in,
one person might leave a comment which is a result in something like
"Hey Mike, did you catch Scrubs last night?"...this lets the reader
show he cares about the writer, but doesn't care so much as to have
other people see it. This is mostly found in men. Then you
have what I like to call, the female barrier...girls 18 and younger
respond with "awww's" and "so sorry's"...where as the girls 19 and up
offer to buy you a drink and tell you to shut the hell up. Poetic
none the less.
Of course I am speaking in generalities, I found it funny that I never
use this thing anymore (simply because it seems to have turned into one
of those "woe-is-me-outlets") and then I post a picture and people
chime in. Rest assured this is not my channel for complaining by
any means.
I saw a bumper sticker yesterday that said "Pround Parent of A Straight Theatre Major".
Wow. For once I'm the minority. That being said, I'm very ready to graduate.
Goals for WDR:
Set Time: Next 2 years -
1.) Get married....almost there!
2.) Graduate...again, close!
3.) Start teaching...a little further away but attainable.
4.) Buy a DeLorean and get Ramey to help me fix it up.
5.) Mourn the loss of Smallville, cuz I'm sure it will be over by then.
Yeah, like I said...rut.
I wonder what revenge feels like.
Anyways, on that note.
Anyone see Scrubs last night?
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| Remind me why I woke up this morning?
Oh wait, this just made it all better. THIS IS NOT A BLACK AND WHITE PHOTO.
Spidey's going black for #3.....good mother f'n choice mother f'er.
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| I don't want to go on a rant, here, but America's foreign policy makes
about as much sense as Beowulf having sex with Robert Fulton at the
first battle of Antietam. I mean when a neo-conservative defenestrates
it's like Raskolnikov filibuster deoxymonohydroxinate. | | |
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My son....
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...he is neither a god, nor a man...he is, my son. I sent him to your world years ago, and in this time you have looked into the sky wondering whether he was a bird or a plane, and hailed his wonderous accomplishments. Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, but...all of these great feats help him to conquer his greatest challenge yet...
...college...
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