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Name: JBar
Country: United States
State: Virginia
Metro: Fairfax County
Birthday: 4/7/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: Music, Computer Animation, Interesting conversation, Video Games, Anime, honesty, Art, and awesome books(like Enders Game-check it out)
I'll amend this list as more interesting things that I'm interested in come to mind
Expertise: Hmmm…really not sure about this column. I'm really not an expert on much beyond being ridiculously mysterious and not very forthcoming(or so I've been told).
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/4/2004
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| Jbar's in the MistThis entry won't be very long but I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm considering attempting to start the old site back up. I'm trying to decide if I want to keep the writings light or make them a bit grittier. I'm pretty sure the feel of the writings will depend upon how I'm feeling at the time so...they'll just come out anyway they want...anywho. Just an update. | | |
| To keep you MoFo's in the know......IT's MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!
That picture illustrates how excited I am. Today kicks off Jbar Birthday Week 2006! As the week progresses I will be posting things about the wild birthday shenanigans that I'll be up to. As of this moment, I'm leaving work later that I intended (which is a whole post unto itself) and am heading down to JMU. Catch ya'll on the flip. | | |
| The gala that I went to this past weekend was awesome. Matt took me as his, as Ben would put it, date. There were SOOOO many people there, tons of food, tons of drink, and tons of hotties around. Eventhough my mackin' skillz are unparalleled, it ended up being a pretty fruitless night. However, after a few tequila sunrises, some long island ice teas, and a few drinks that I honestly have no idea of what they were (sadly they didn't have any Kahlua and cream) I was definitely feeling...
During the weekdays, however, I'm feeling super bored. I have eight hours of sleep, eight hours of work, and then eight hours of staring at my walls thinking that I should probably go to sleep for lack of weekday activities (or do artwork which I just don't seem to be motivated to do anymore...don't know if the video game industry is for me...). This excess time tends to make me wonder what exactly am I doing with my life and where the heck am I going. Maybe I'm just doomed to have this overwhelming feeling of being adrift, with no real meaningful occupational direction, even when I do have a swell job.
I tried to start playing WoW again as a fun activity to do during the boring times but that just isn't cutting it. I like having my weekend social interactions and I know that if I really start playing WoW again I'm gonna have to sacrifice that social life to a certain degree. I don't think I'm willing to do that. Overall it makes me feel a little...
I'm thinking what I need is a sexy little secret lover to add a bit-o-excitement to the old regiment. Someone to engage in fun conversation but also do sexy things with while I'm up here in the MD. Nothing super ridiculously serious, just light, fun, and sexy (and see what happens from there). I have one sexy little british candidate I have in mind for the secret lover position but alas, that most likely will never be. I also need all of my half asian friends to put me onto their half asian friends. Ya'll know that a brother is down with the swirl, so hook it up. Half asian hotties make me feel...
(Congratulations to my chica Lisa on her wonderful relationship development. I'm super excited for you chica (and jealous of him!). I miss you soo much, and want you to know that you ROCK MY SOCKS OFF!)
yes, I kick children in the face. | | |
| ...So, I was definitely feeling impatient and just really really mean this morning...and I kicked a kid in the face...don't know what came over me...didn't realize I could still lift my leg that high...
Whatever, the kid had it comin'. I have no regrets. | | |
| Don Pedro: I have suckled the sweet nectar of sustenance from their spheriod sacks of fat and mammory. I can not, in totallity, hate that which has given me life.
Benedick: That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she brought me up, I likewise give her most humble thanks; but that I will have a recheat winded in my forehead, or hang my bugle in an invisible baldrick, all women shall pardon me.
Don Pedro: You have sipped the bitter nectar which flows from all beasts of this kind. The foul syrup saturated with alternate meanings and coy ribbony deceit. Thick as tar drippings from valentines gallows and just as sweet. You have tasted this vile secretion and it hath spoiled you.
Benedick: damn straight!
Don Pedro: I search, in secret, of ways to purify such a soul. To provide an antidote to such a strong and swift moving poison.
Benedick: the antidote, dear Don Pedro is the remedy of all ailments, Death. For it always causes the ceasation of every pain.
Don Pedro:On the contrary, Death is the vector on whose back such poison swiftly rides. Yes, the afflicted shall be relieved of his symptoms. Being unencumbered by such a mortal shroud. However, if before the end, he reflects upon the joys of his life. Feeling the lees of life's robust beverage upon his lips. He shall despair. Those who love him dearly will watch as deaths alchemical hold grasps his saddened countenance, squeezing out a once foul liquor from his vains and distilling it into a toxin of the highest degree. This shall ride on the backs of death, into the hearts of all whom he loved, and surely kill them too.
Benedick: Then it is fortunate indeed that I loved none, nor was loved by any. | | |
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