A woman in a Anger Management class stabs another woman. The story here:
http://bellevue.komonews.com/content/woman-stabs-classmate-during-anger-management-class
This story hits close to home. Why am I a big fuzzy ball of hate lately?
Last night I totally made the security guard at work cry. Like really hard.
Then when I got home some religious types were at the door trying to peddle me their religion, and I simply let them have it. After I got done talking to them, they started praying for my salvation.
So yeah. I really should turn it down a notch, before I end up like this woman.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Dating on Craigslist
Here's a Craigslist dating story from my friend Anthony:
"After trying multiple dating sites and coming up with nothing, I decided to post an Ad on Craigslist. I soon when on a date with this guy who said he was 25, and was a software engineer.
When I met up with him in person, he looked nothing like what he did in his picture. He was more like 35, and he knew nothing about software. He finally confessed that he was not a software engineer...he actually worked for a hardware store.
And then, he confesses that he lives in the basement of his parents house, where he gives acupunture to his birds.
This wouldn't have been so terrible if he actually knew how to give acupunture...instead, all those birds kept dying and the health department had to come to the house.
But that wasn't the bad part of the date. The bad part of the date happened when I tried to say goodnight to him, and he started crying, saying that it's hard for him to get laid because of his deformity.
I asked what type of deformity he had, as I couldn't see any on him...he wouldn't discuss it any further, but told me that he'd be willing to show me his deformity if i went down to his basement with him, where he can turn off the lights, get naked and let me feel it with my fingers."
"After trying multiple dating sites and coming up with nothing, I decided to post an Ad on Craigslist. I soon when on a date with this guy who said he was 25, and was a software engineer.
When I met up with him in person, he looked nothing like what he did in his picture. He was more like 35, and he knew nothing about software. He finally confessed that he was not a software engineer...he actually worked for a hardware store.
And then, he confesses that he lives in the basement of his parents house, where he gives acupunture to his birds.
This wouldn't have been so terrible if he actually knew how to give acupunture...instead, all those birds kept dying and the health department had to come to the house.
But that wasn't the bad part of the date. The bad part of the date happened when I tried to say goodnight to him, and he started crying, saying that it's hard for him to get laid because of his deformity.
I asked what type of deformity he had, as I couldn't see any on him...he wouldn't discuss it any further, but told me that he'd be willing to show me his deformity if i went down to his basement with him, where he can turn off the lights, get naked and let me feel it with my fingers."
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
My Blind Date is a Killer
When I was 19 years old, a friend set me up on a blind date.
He was tall and blonde, and I was in love. We met at his restaurant of choice: Ivars, Fish and Chips. He even paid for the all you can eat buffet. I was totally in love.
It was too good to be true, and I knew I should have seen the warning signs. I overlooked the fact that he didn't have a valid I.D, or that he for some odd reason didn't want to leave fingerprints anywhere and was always wiping everything down.
And of course, he was obsessed with telling me how easy it would be to kill somebody...like draining their brake fluids, or poisoning their toothpaste.
No, I didn't see any of that, until he stood me up one night when he was supposed to take me out to Arby's.
And the next morning, there it was on the front page: Serial killer, finally arrested.
This blog is the collected stories of my dating experiences, and how I lived to survive another blind date.
He was tall and blonde, and I was in love. We met at his restaurant of choice: Ivars, Fish and Chips. He even paid for the all you can eat buffet. I was totally in love.
It was too good to be true, and I knew I should have seen the warning signs. I overlooked the fact that he didn't have a valid I.D, or that he for some odd reason didn't want to leave fingerprints anywhere and was always wiping everything down.
And of course, he was obsessed with telling me how easy it would be to kill somebody...like draining their brake fluids, or poisoning their toothpaste.
No, I didn't see any of that, until he stood me up one night when he was supposed to take me out to Arby's.
And the next morning, there it was on the front page: Serial killer, finally arrested.
This blog is the collected stories of my dating experiences, and how I lived to survive another blind date.
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