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Name: Britton
Gender: Male
Interests: Pop culture, Music, Yoga, Travels, Food, Drinks,
Expertise: Clutter and Junk.
Occupation: Nurse
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/30/2007
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| Dirty womanizing blogger.It's been a long, long time. I apologize. I've been really bad at keeping all my internet relationships(?) up to date. I feel some responsibility to you, Xanga, and I left you out in the cold. I was neglectful, irresponsible and avoidant. I'm sorry, but I was busy. Yeah, there may have been another thing or two keeping me busy, but it had nothing to do with that... or you. It was me. All me.
Okay. So since my last time here:
- Jamie Lynn Spears had her baby, sold it, bought it back and then got it addicted to pain killers, sent it to rehab, then put it back up for adoption.
- I got a new job. Quit the one that was making me really miserable.
- Got blind-sided by a relationship.
- Decided to move into a new home.
- Saw some good movies.
- I got my own yoga mat.
Another thing:
I was referred to as a dirty womanizer. They didn't know me. Supposedly they may have gotten this impression from my blog. So I am going to stop being inappropriate and be more serious and conscious of people's feelings.
Bull
Blow.
Have you seen this?
this is why he's my hero.
Props to Anika.
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| The same, but different.1. Congratulations to Jamie-Lynn Spears for being pregnant.
2. Congratulations to Mrs. Spears for being the worst Mom in all of history.
3. Congratulations to Britney Spears for not being the dumbest one in the family, even though it's a pretty close race.
4. Congratulations to me for not being the father. Pheww! That was close.
5. Congratulations to the father of the new Spears fetus. You are going to be LOADED!
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| My names Britton, pronounced S-E-X - O-B-J-E-C-TLook people.
So I get these photos taken of myself. Done by Kara P (xanga.com/olivelife). Yeah, they're hot. Next thing I know, I'm hearing "Oh, you're so sexy" and "Hi Britton, I'm a 21 year old girl looking to get pregnant because I feel like my biological clock is running out and soon I won't be able to have babies, so I need your sperm to fertilize my eggs, which will grow into a fetus that will love me". It's exhausting. I now know what it's like to be wanted... even needed by beautiful single ladies, and you know what? It's not always pleasant. It's actually alot of work. Here is a list. Reasons why it is so hard to be wanted for your genes by beautiful women who are constantly sending you emails, text messages and cards: 1. You have to put gel in your hair. 2. You have to think of/write down reasons why you just can't sleep with them. 3. Okay, so it's not a complete list quite yet. It's more just 2 points. GOOD points, though. (To all you single ladies out there: You can add me on facebook and get my phone number, address, email address, IM name, parents address, local hangout, work address, work phone number etc. Just in case your wondering. You know. Right?) Britton. Also- I joined yoga. I am now pretty much a yoga jedi master. Yeah I am. Don't question me.
(Thanks Stephen, it's Jedi, not Jeti)
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| It's 1:46am. I am at work. Today I realized that I need counseling. Mostly it's so that I can figure out what's wrong with everyone else but me. I think it will help. About a year ago I decided I needed counseling. I didn't follow through. I was too busy, too poor, too good looking. I think I'm ready to go now though.
I think people who get married young are ridiculous. By young I mean younger than me.
I just remembered the movie V for Vendetta. I liked it alot. I'm going to add that to my Facebook.
I'm MCing a wedding on Saturday and I'm pumped. I've been given full ability to be sarcastic-borderline-rude, and I've come up with some great ways to cut off boring/long speeches. Also, instead of people tinkling glasses to get the bride and groom to kiss, guests will have to "do a ditty in the dancebox". This means do a 10 second dance in a taped off square. I'll let you know how it goes. | | |
| Highlight of the week.I frequently ride the skytrain. I don't mind it. I hate the wait, but I love the people you meet.
I also like eavesdropping on people's conversations.
This weekend I skytrained to work and on the way home (at 11) I sat near these two guys- one was 18 and the other was 20. (I know this because I was eavesdropping). They were going to a bar at a hostel in gastown. They were both dressed like goobers- and they did the "cool-guy limp while you walk and pull up your pants at the same time" thing. Here is how the conversation went.
18- So have you been to this bar before?
20- Yeah man, I go every weekend.
18- Are there any hotties?
20- Meh! There's all kinds of races, it's wierd.
18- That's sweet, I go for all kinds.
20- Yeah.
18- So how do I get in without ID?
20- I'll show the bouncer my ID and slip him a 20. He'll for sure do it for a twenty.
18- So I go ahead of you?
20- No behind. After I go in, you come in with me.
18- Got it. So are the girls pretty easy?
20- Some are, some just wanna hang out.
18- I'm totally not picky, as long as they're a 5, I'm good with that.
20- Oh, there's lots of 5's.
18- I'll take what I can get.
20- Yeah, I know what you mean.
18- How old are the chicks?
20- Like, 16-30
18-Dude, you're what 20? You can go for a 16 year old
20- Totally.
(That's all I'm typing out, but it continued for 10 minutes.)
And this is why I ride the Skytrain.
Goobers.
Britton
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