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Name: William
Country: United States
State: Maryland
Metro: Montgomery County
Birthday: 7/11/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: Sleep, Food, Football, Beer, Cold weather, Trying new things
Expertise: Saying the right things at the wrong time.
Occupation: Military
Industry: Government
Message: message me
AIM:  mrdumplug
Member Since:
11/4/2002
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| Celebration!I don't let people know my birthday for a reason. Leave me alone.
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| So I was trying to get back into playing tennis with a coworker of mine. We find this huge lot of tennis courts so we decide to play a bit after work. My coworker has never played before, and I'm like a lvl 3 hitter so we're both pretty new still. First day we go it's packed, and I can't believe how stuckup these people are. I mean the tennis etiquette is retarded. I walk through this group playing doubles way back against the fence and they're like "oh hold on this guy is walking through. Like they're actually going to hit the ball that far. And this old fuck starts yelling at me. He says to go around from the outside! What the fuck? First of all this old fuck is going to have a heart attack before he even gets to the fence, there is no fucking way he's going to chase the ball that far. He's one of those guys that stands still and if the ball comes to him he swings, if not, he prays that it's out. Then my coworker is hitting tennis balls all over the place and this other doubles group keep getting pissed. They're like, Hey this is a pga league tournament and you are interrupting. Sorry I thought pga was golf? Get the fuck out of here. I don't know if I want to live in Columbia anymore. Stuckup bitches think they're rich or something.
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| I don't think it's normal, but I feel like I'm hitting a premature mid life crisis. Like I lack motive in life. I just want to sit around with a dumb look on my face. Maybe this is something different. I'm perfectly fine knowing that I'm not going to end up being a movie star, or multi millionaire. In fact, I don't even want to be either of those. I just want to blend in with the crowd so no one bothers me with their stupid autographs, or fund raisers. Fuck that.
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| I have this huge problem that I realized with women. I always chase after the ones that I can't get. Something about hard to get women drives me insane. It doesn't matter personality, looks, financial situation, religion, political point of view, way of living. If they aren't interested, I want them to be, and I will go to drastic measures to get them to. I can't stand it when people aren't interested in me. I think there is a word for that. But if that wasn't bad, let's say I finally win them over, and they start to become interested. Now, I've completely lost interest, and I move on to something else. There was this one girl I dated for a few months and I hated it. She always called and wanted to see me. It was a mistake from the beginning. She was the definition of stage five clinger. Actually a stage five clinger is 2-3 calls a day. She was more like a stage 9 clinger if there is such a thing. So I broke up with her, find out a while later that she has a boyfriend, and now I'm thinking about getting reacquainted with her. Am I fucking crazy? It was a disaster before! So I think unless I change, I will probably never have a long relationship. Which isn't too bad actually. I just want to record my awesome findings of myself while I'm under the influence.
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| tequila mocking bird
I'm starting to hate living here. Tax going up, cigarette prices going up. It's getting pretty freaking ridiculous. I spend more money buying cigarettes and booze than it costs me to live.... and it's killing me! Costs me more money to kill myself than it costs me to live.... That makes sense.
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