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| ...please don't shut me down for saying that....
--The Nic | | |
| First off, if any one of you kids has ANYTHING to say to me regarding any beef you have with me, you can call me at 903-987-1317, leave a message, and a callback cuz I'm at work 24/7.
Do not post your whinings on my Xanga, I will just laugh at you, show my friends, they will laugh at you, and then I will delete it. Talk to me in person if you've got a problem.
I made amends and apologies where they need to be made and if you've still got a problem with me, call me. I realize that I put myself in a position where I am made to look like the bad guy. But I'm okay with that, you know why? Because I look out for my friends, just like they would do for me (the REAL ones anyway). It scares me to think that ANY of my friends might be going through some of the same crap I've seen in my past. And when people are so inconsiderate that they would put any of them in that situation, it pisses me off. And when that happens I start rampaging and saying things that I wouldn't normally say. Not that I take back what I said, but I do take back the way I presented it. A less public approach.
In other news, I just got a ginormous raise, with the possibility to get an even bigger when in a month. I am "interim" manager, which basically means if after a month or so, I don't screw anything up and can "prove myself", I will be the General Manager, which means goodbye "ever having to live in a crappy apartment."
--The Nic
"Like feathers....only lighter"
P.S. XANGA IS DEAD | | |
| I have at least five bucks in my pocket right now.
Bet that's more than you have.
Nothing happens to me, so here's some crap story I'm about to make up as I go.
THE ADVENTURES OF THE NIC AND BLUEGRASS PETE:
EPISODE ONE: SHELL WE FIGHT?
Yesterday I was walking along the Kilgore Beach with my dog Bluegrass Pete, when I came upon a seashell. But not just any seashell, a glow-in-the-dark seashell. I knew this seashell could glow in the dark because of the obvious trigliceradium augmentated soil genetics that it was emitting...and somewhat because it was dark outside and the shell was glowing, but that's not important. At first I was like "Wow....cool shell", and continued to walk along the beach....and that's when it hit me!
It hurt and took a few seconds for the pain to ease enough for me to realize that I was facing a man-eating glow-in-the-dark trigliceradium augmentated soil shellalalalalala monsterman, the most feared of all the shellalalalalala monstermen in the entire planet of Xenotopia...what it was doing on Earth, nobody knew. At first, I tried to fend it off with my dog and best friend Bluegrass Pete, but I realized that putting the life of my loyal pooch in danger was no way to approach this. So instead I whipped out my Mach 3 Fighter Jet that I just happened to bring along with me that day (the beaches can get pretty dangerous at night, what with all the tidepools and fiddler crabs and such). I picked up my fighter jet and threw it with all my might at the attacking man-eating glow-in-the-dark trigliceradium augmentated soil shellalalalalala monsterman, which we'll just call Percy from now on. Percy dodged the fighter jet with such grace that I knew throwing airplanes, tanks, warthogs or any other type of heavy combat machinery was not going to stop him. When the jet hit the ground it broke into 948 pieces and washed away into the ocean. I swung at Percy with a left, then with a right, then with an uppercut. I missed all three times, and it wasn't until then that I realized I probley should have gotten in the fighter jet and shot missiles at him, instead of throwing the jet at him.
I threw several more unsuccesful punches until Percy finally got aggitated and kicked me a good one right in the groin. I fell to my knees in pain and slight embarassment as my doggy companion snickered and ran away. It was then that I remembered the terrible truth about monstermen like Percy. The secret. The key to destroying my nemesis and ridding myself of what surely is the greatest challenge I have ever faced in my entire boring monotonous life. But it would come at a cost. To destroy Percy would cost me my life. But it all turned out okay, because everyone knows that Life isn't really that great of a cereal anyway. Nor is the magazine. The board game IS quite fun however. But we're dealing with cereal right now, so shut up.
I pulled out my Life and opened the box, carefully dodging Percy's aggresive punches. I reached in and grabbed a handful and held it before Percy...his nose began to quiver and his face reflected shock. I waved the little wheat biscuits left and right in front of his face, letting the nutrition soak into his brain. Soon Percy began to lose focus...his eyes closed and he fell to the ground, his leg twitching like a dog on speed. Percy's giant glow-in-the-dark shellalalalalala monsterman form slowly began to shrink and fade away...until he took the form of a small boy, with sort an annoying yet undeniably cute sense of his childhood. It wasn't long that I realized I was looking upon the face of the great Mikey of Life cereal. At first I was in awe, and was about four inches from getting my pen and asking for an autograph, but then he took on this crazy evil attitude. "GIMME BACK MY CEREAL!" he said as he snatched the box from my hands and started to walk away. Not that I wanted the cereal, but it was the last box at the Super 1 and my little brother needed it for a science fair project, so I was determined to get it back.
I lunged at him with wolverine like agility, but was only forced to the ground by the invisible force-field Mikey had around his body. After several attempts, I tried a more diplomatic approach. In the end, I traded Mikey the box of cereal for a Sam's Choice Cola and a bag of pop-rocks. He ate the Pop Rocks while drinking the soda, and the pressure made him explode. That was fun to watch.
At that point I reunited with Bluegrass Pete. Though I was angry that he deserted me, I was more happy that he was okay. Besides he said he was sorry for leaving, and it turns out he was only leaving to go get more Yoohoo, and that's always A-Okay in my book.
So that was my week, how was yours?
--The Nic
ps-That's a true story.
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| It sucks, that Whataburger is the only thing open when I get off work. I'm not complaining cuz I work late, I'm complaining cuz Whataburger is expensive and it gets old and they have apple pies, two for 99 cents, GET SOME! and I'm not really even into apple pie that much, you know?
Only one cool thing happened to me this week:
My duck, Lama'ar went to a family reunion with his brothers Luther, Lopez, Lynrd, and Squirt. Here's some photos.
Here's photos of Lama'ar with some VERY distant and VERY ugly cousins:
Here's Luther, after somebody stole his clothes:
CALM DOWN, BIG GUY!
Yes, there are black ducks in the family too.
Here's Lama'ar with Auntie Ethel:
and Lopez with Auntie Ethel:
and Luther with Auntie Ethel:
and Lynrd with Auntie Ethel:
and Squirt with Auntie Ethel:
And heres the WHOLE family.
Overall it was a good weekend at the pond. Good food, karaoke, and even violent video games:
DUCK HALO 2
You shoulda been there.
Holla.
--The Nic
"Doing it Right Ways All the Time." | | |
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