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Name: Mott
Birthday: 11/6/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: Wankin' it, computers, wanking computers, trying not to take life seriously, daydreaming, doodling, being awesome.
Expertise: Wanking various objects, drawing at a third grade level, ninja Death Magic, being awesome.
Occupation: Government
Industry: Government
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/7/2004
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| Pat will get this. Nobody else will!
Your Score: Arcane Trickster
40% Combativeness, 60% Sneakiness, 79% Intellect, 36% Spirituality Brilliant and sneaky: You are an Arcane Trickster!
Score! You have a prestige class. A prestige class can only be taken after you've fulfilled certain requirements. This may mean that you're an exceptionally talented person, but it probably doesn't.
Arcane Tricksters combine arcane magic with rogue skills and sensibilities. They use their magic to confuse their opponents or to augment their more mundane, roguish skills. If you thought it was annoying keeping an eye that that rogue, the Arcane Trickster is probably picking your pocket from the other side of the room.
Both smart and sneaky, you're probably the type of person that loves planning practical jokes... either that or knocking over banks. | | |
| Looking for work is an exercise in selling yourself. You write cover
letter after cover letter, listing the parts of you that you respect
the least, listing the selling points that make you valuable in a
buyer's market. You leave out the little details that you tell yourself
in the morning to make things okay. You don't mention the way your
heart flutters when you meet your lover's eyes across the table, the
way your feet felt like lead at your aunt's funeral. You write cover
letter after cover letter, listing the same store bought traits in the
same wording, day after day, hoping to find another job.
And then maybe one day you just snap a little. You sit down to write a cover letter, and something entirely new comes out.
And you send it anyway.
-'Overqualified' from ASofterWorld.com
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| It's during times like these that the black iron in my gut slithers up to envelop my chest and everything within. I somehow manage to walk and talk and laugh with it there but it is the heaviest burden I've ever known.
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| I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.
Life is nuts. It makes me glad that I have some good anchors in it and newly discovered strength.
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| So yesterday, after class, I wasn't feeling too well so I got into bed to rest for a bit (after some toilet bonding time). The next thing I knew, it was 4:30 am and I was wide awake. Hooray for EndOfSemesterStress!
On a completely unrelated note, I found this web comic today. I really like the painted look it has to it and the way it sorta mocks war (Though, to be fair, it mocks everything so I doubt the guy behind it is trying to say anything in particulars)
http://www.blastwavecomic.com/index.php?strip_id=1
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