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This blog contains content not approved for consumption by children, senators, religious leaders and/or other easily damaged psyches, those seeking to enhance or establish political careers and/or possessed of delusions of grandeur. If accidentally exposed, flush eyes with cold water and induce vomiting. If irritation persists, sit quietly and watch PBS. Not for internal use. This blog and its related post's are GUARANTEED not to make you go blind, masturbate (and THEN go blind), become a social liability, induce you to act out atrocities that you would otherwise never indulge in, or burn eternally in hell. Mccartney2003 accepts NO responsibility for any and all random acts of stupidity or violence committed by losers who may blame popular blogs and/or sugary snack foods for causing their inherent basic lack of control. You're on your own. Thank you and good night.
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My Angelina. Two of us.
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Posted:Aug 7, 2005 12:43 am
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I am looking forward to the next weekend. I want to go and get lost with you. I want to go and explore the world together. Your wonderful and I can't wait. We are going to have so much fun together. 
Two of us.
By John Lennon and Paul Mccartney
Two of us riding nowhere
Spending someone’s hard earned pay,
You and me Sunday driving,
Not arriving on our way back home.
We’re on our way home,
We’re on our way home,
We’re going home.
You and I have memories
Longer than the road that stretches out ahead.
Two of us sending postcards
Writing letters on my wall.
You and me burning matches,
Lifting latches on our way back home.
We’re on our way home,
We’re on our way home,
We’re going home.
Two of us wearing raincoats
Standing solo in the sun.
You and me chasing paper,
Getting nowhere on our way back home.
We’re on our way home,
We’re on our way home,
We’re on our way home.
P.S. Kisses. And how you put up with the mental copy of Robin Williams I don't know but thank you.
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I have to admit it's getting better...
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Posted:Aug 7, 2005 12:31 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Getting better all the time....
Paul Mccartney had it right when he wrote that song for The Beatles in 1967.
I had that song going thru my head all day.
I left a nasty marriage and ended up with custody.
Life has been hard. It's been getting hard for a long time. For the longest time I was singing "yesterday" and that's it.
Last year I lost a uncle when he killed himself.
I got to see my ex destory her life even though I still loved her, And I was able to get over her at last. Bill's stacked. I had a heart attack at age 27. I started turning grey headed.
My lost his hearing and almost died.
I watched my suffer thru operations and pain and watched a normal not be able to walk normal anymore and not be able to hear in any natural form again. I fought tooth and nail to get him some operations and devices that enabled him to hear again with aid even though I had no insurance or money.
I saw him get a 300k operation and equipment because a very rich Texan who once ran for the oval office shook my hand at DFW airport and asked about my life. He helped.
If he ever ran again he would get my vote.
I lost family and friends in Iraq. I saw my parents divorce after 45 years of marriage.
Saw my dad loose everything he owned and worked for all his life. I saw my mom do the same because greed took ahold and the lawyers ended up with everything. Now they both work like high schoolers at small places of employments after being millionares.
Here I am in the Big 2005. I met and lost a love.
Found a wonderful woman here at Black Flirting.
Amazing to find a person like I have been looking for my whole life at a adult personals.
She accepts my kiddos and me in all my sillyness and faults.
I just got the most amazing job I have ever had the lucky chance to find. With hope it's all going to get better.
Thank you God.
Yes I admit it's getting better..
It's getting better since you've been mine....
Getting so much better all the time.
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New job.
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Posted:Aug 7, 2005 12:02 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Well I took a new job this weekend. I went to a major internet service provider this Friday and walked in for a laugh with my resume. Walking in the front desk phoned in HR and a guy came out to see me. He looked over my resume once and asked me when I would want to start.
I went all googly eyed and was shocked. I said today... He laughed and told me to come in on Saturday.
I dorve up this morning and walked in, I was taken back and given a second interview. I passed with flying colours. I was then made to take many test's and passed those in flying colours.
Amazed they sat me down and we barterd over payscale, hours and more. After all was said and done I was signed on for a job that pays doubble what I already make, I got the hours I have always dreamed of, and every desire and whim I ever wanted in a job. Amazed I stumbled out in the afternoon to buy a Dr Pepper and smoke one cig after another shaking like a leaf.
The kicker?
I don't know crap about tech support.
The seller in my resume?
My job skills and work load I've had in the job's from hell over the last three years in logistics. I passed with a 100% score on the test's while I was told most folks on do from 40% to 60%.
Amazing....
I start on Monday.
Scared.
Nervous.
Worried.
But I know I can do it.
How in the hell did I end up from logistics to Tech support for a fortune 500 company on just a jest and whim?
Damn.
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The lottery
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Posted:Aug 6, 2005 11:53 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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I am deeply saddened to report that I did not, after all, win the Texas state lottery. Rather than matching all six of the numbers, I matched NONE of the six. But do I get some sort of reverse-lottery prize for that? No.
I've tried to console myself in various ways, but nothing is working. The ice cream seems chalky and cloyingly sweet. The bourbon seems harsh. The articles in People seem trite. The cat seems unfazed by my scathing verbal taunts.
But don't shed tears for me, friends. I will... I will press on.
Is anyone interested in buying 200 pounds of pheasant?
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Angst
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Posted:Aug 6, 2005 11:50 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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I've always felt there should be a unit to precisely measure angst. Obviously it should be angstroms, but for some reason they're already using that as a measure of distance. Aren't there enough units of distance already? You've got your foot, your meter, your mile, your furlong, your light year, your hogshead, your hogleg, your millihog... the list goes on. I'm just asking for angstrom. It seems like a reasonable request.
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Something....
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Posted:Aug 5, 2005 4:08 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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By George Harrison
Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe her now
Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don’t need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me
Don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe her now
You’re asking me will my love grow
I don’t know, I don’t know
You stick around now it may show
I don’t know, I don’t know
Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me
Don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe her now
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Kisses to Miss Angelina
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Salad toss.
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Posted:Aug 5, 2005 1:41 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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I am here to tell you (or, to use the local parlance, "y'all") that a proper Caesar salad has anchovies crushed into the dressing. There, I said it. Sadly, 90% of restaurants leave out the good stuff in order to pander to the non-anchovy-appreciating Visigoths and yet the deceivers still refer to this aberration as Caesar salad, forcing me to leave my salad-related enjoyment in the hands of capricious Fate. So I would like to propose that we give anchovy-less Caesar salad a new name that a new branch be added to the salad taxonomy. I've discussed the matter with my father and he suggested a name: "Caligula Salad." Anyone?
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Romance Novels....
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Posted:Aug 5, 2005 1:37 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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I do have a good idea for a book. I read somewhere that half of all books sold worldwide are romance novels. So there is huge commercial potential, but on the other hand, what is the one major problem with romance novels? That's right: no robots. So I'm going to write a romance novel wherein a beautiful young princess is forced to choose between marrying her hemophiliac first cousin and running away with a strapping, roguish merchant who has an enormous cock. Meanwhile, robots will be blowing crap up all over the place with their laser eyes.
It's like printing your own money.
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Tips during this hard economy.
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Posted:Aug 4, 2005 10:11 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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I'd like to share some of the budget-management techniques that I've had to develop during this economic downturn. So don't call that black-market organ merchant yet... there's still time to get your spending under control with these Money-Saving Tips For the New Economy:
Don't go out to eat and order expensive food such as lobster, steak, and condor. Instead, cook your own low-cost alternatives such as stir-fried chicken, spaghetti, grubs, and that old budgeter's classic: Top Ramen.
Similarly, don't drink expensive liquor like single-malt scotch. Brew corn-liquor in your bathtub and drink it while wearing a kilt.
Don't buy books. It's more cost-effective to form your opinions without any basis in fact.
Ask your coke dealer for one of those punch cards where after you buy 10 grams you get the 11th gram free.
Unemployment rates have risen among several struggling market sectors, but there is still ample employment to be found in the circus geek industry.
When vacationing, travel in the off-season. There are some real bargains at bed-and-breakfasts in Tora Bora right now.
Horde gasoline. According to the documentary film "Mad Max," gasoline will be very valuable after the upcoming apocalypse.
Stop wiping your rear with $100 bills. Instead, wipe your rear with Top Ramen.
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Those self checkout lines. ARGH!
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Posted:Aug 3, 2005 4:49 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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So I was at wal-mart and, having finished shopping for my dinner I stepped up to the checkout line.
By the way, wal-mart has those self-checkout stands that let you scan your own items. These are the greatest things ever, because they weed out the technophobic and the people who opt for the regular checkout registers because the queue for the self-checkout stands is slightly longer, disregarding the fact that it's a single queue for four seperate stands and thus moves four times as fast as the regular line. Admittedly there is a lot of overlap between these two demographics, but there is also lots of overlap between these two demographics and the demographic that pays via check and then slowly, painstakingly balances its checkbook while the demographics in line behind it writhe in frustrated agony. Meanwhile, the self-checkout people (but are they mere people? it seems at times that they are more God than Man) press on in a bold and efficient display of pioneering technical acumen. I think I can safely say that they are Our Future.
Anyhoo, the self-checkout stands were closed so I had to stand in a regular checkout line. I walked up to the least-crowded seeming line and noted that there was a grocery-filled basket on the floor in front of me. Clearly, someone had gotten into line and held his place with the basket while picking up some final items. I must say I was shocked. Do the rules of engagement allow this? We've all done this while team-shopping--had one shopping team member stand in line while the other member runs off to get a final just-remembered item. But you can't do that with just one person. Where does it end? What's to stop me from placing a basket in line at the very beginning of my shopping trip? Why even place a basket? Why not just secure my place in line with a well-placed ham hock or whole trout? It's a slippery slope, folks. That's all I'm saying.
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Dallas Aug 02, 2005
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Posted:Aug 3, 2005 12:18 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Well today I went to go help my sweets,
UrLilSexKitten19
Move from one condo to another. She had a nasty day full of misadventures with telephone companys and movers. Seems that the movers gave up rather quick and moved only 75% of her total items packed and ready to go. Alas Joseph rode out to the rescue in his silver blazer of power to help move things and to rescue the day.
I brought along my friend who just got back from his tour of duty in Iraq and we tackled the job for my cutie. Anyhow it was actually somewhat fun seeing what all you can cram into a blazer and legally be able to drive. My friend and I had a blast and we all laughed the day away.
Going home my friend praised me on my catch and thought it was great that I had found someone I click with so well. All together I adopted a hello kitty doll and cabbage patch doll that were then homeless for my and a pillow that was being left behine that had Elephants and Zebras on it for my who loves both animals. My fell in love with the pillow and slept with it tonight and my layed in bed with her two new dolls and a smile on her face. You might not believe it my Angelina but you gave me a great day. Speedbump bouncing boobs and all 
You gave me a smile on my face in a otherwise dull day, two kiddos happy when dad got home and a best friend that loved going out and seeing the world again after having been stuck in Iraq for a long time.
Thanks.
Kisses
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It's all history baby.
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Posted:Aug 3, 2005 12:00 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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I was suprised to learn some amazing fact's about my family history.
My sister and I have been doing some deep digging as far as the
family tree go's. On my fathers side of the family they had taken
pride in the family name and history and kept very good records.
On his Italian side of the family we discoverd that the records go
back to almost Roman times. Our family still owns land in various
areas of Northern Italy like Trieste, Venice, The Isle of Grado, and other small
locations. The Italian side was a strong and powerful family.
In the records it showed we were from the lines of Dogi's who ruled Venice.
We also had connections to the Austrian Haspburg dynasty, namely
ArchDuke Maximillion who would later having been friends with
French Emperor Napoleon III, Be made puppet Emperor of Mexico and be
shot by fireing squad. Thus making the holiday that every Mexican loves.
Cinco de mayo. Maximilian died by firing squad, June 19, 1867, at the Hill of the Bells
in the state of Queretero. Asked if he wished to say anything, he replied:
“Pardon everyone and pray that all pardon me. I hope that my blood flows
for the good of this earth. Viva Mexico!”
Ferdinand Maximilian and Archduchess Maria Charlotte, both of royal blood,
were appointed Emperor and Empress of Mexico by Napoleon III of France.
Ferdinand was the of Carlos, the ruler of Austria, and related by blood
or marriage to every ruling family in Europe. Charlotte was of King Leopold
of Belgium, cousin of Queen Victoria of England and grand- of Napoleon Bonaparte III,
the Emperor of France.
On our Russian side we were as our last names means, Guards of the Czars.
Guess we did a great job of it back in 1917 and my grandfather's dad had to flee
Russia and escape thru Europe and at last to the United states.
On my mothers Side of the Family they had never seemed to care to do anything
as far as showing their root's. This is where the hard work begain for my Sister and
Myself. On my Mothers side of the family we discovered that they were of a sea
loving nature. Every generation was either a merchant or military. We sailed the seven seas
and brought home a wife of some nationality every generation.
It's amazing to see how far this line extends. We have the following to show as far as nationalitys.
English, Dutch, Scottish, Irish, Welsh, German, French, Black Dutch (Morish and Arab)
Spanish, Greek, Turkish, and tons more. It's like they loved their women like people
love ice cream. 31 flavors and more. It's been next to impossible to trace any major
family connections far back in my Mothers bloodline. The only famous connections found so
far is in the Scottish line with Robert Louis Stevenson and the English side with the Miles who
were cotton farmers in the South and major supporters of the Confederacy. We were also
related to Zachary Taylor A short term US President who got sick and died five days after July 4th.
Also on my Mothers side were Apache and Cherokee Indian bloodlines.
They say that the past teaches a history to us all. That family history on it's own shows us
mistakes made before and to not do the same. My lesson learned?
Never be in a leadership or political position...ever.
With women? Enjoy the flavors like you love going to Baskin and Robbins.
And with the weather? Never stand in the heat too long on the 4th of July.
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