She is nice enough but one time I took her out to eat and she saved some of her leftovers to bring home to her kid which is fine, but she wouldn't share them with me (I wanted to try one bite of what she was having) and I paid for everything.
Seriously, that last moment made me hate her, more than just a little bit; Made me realize that I could never matter as much to her as her bastard.
At least she has no morals in the bedroom which explains how she ended up this way.
... although doesn't craigslist prohibit directing to another website, or am I wrong?
Here nor there, fuck you socialist controlling pig fuckers that flag because you think you know better than I. It's people like you that tell me I can't have a wind turbine in my back yard, say that my fence can only look a certain way, that the sign on my business isn't approved and all that other controlling I know better than you crap that is making us a bunch of conformist douche bags. I will continue to challenge and piss on your face and rules.
Now you sound more like a recruiter than an HR person, blah blah blah! I have great skills, my interviews are stellar, I am familiar with all the "tricks" you speak of, but why would I want to fake my way through an interview to get a job with out letting the employer know who I am, really! You are right a job is a relationship between people, AIL begins with diversion and implication of a "job", not some fucked up pyramid crap.
The issue here is not with me, it is with devious multi level scam artists feeding off of the current economic situation and getting unsuspecting people to shell out money to follow up leads they should be doing.
Moreover, they lie to the people about the nature of the visit of the salesmen. When the marketing department calls them they make it sound like the visiting salesman is not a salesman at all, but a consumer advocate who will teach them how to save money on their life insurance. When people find out the wrong way you are another cock sucking salesman at thier door they want to brain you.
I guess the biggest testament at all to the suckiness of the AIG gig is they have those hiring seminars filled with would be "sales leader professionals" every so many months. Gee, where do the old ones go?
If I didn't know better I would think they are in cahutz with the whole insurance school if it wasn't run by the state.
Well, 10 years later and I am a very good truck driver. I have even trained a couple of students straight out of truck driver training. To be perfectly honest, I think they would have learned more without the school training. I feel that you need to learn this on-the-road. Real situations, actually logging and following the DOT regulations. It is a tough life living out on the road and if your with someone, they will really need to understand the life of a truck driver or you will have many issues.
I'm not saying that you shouldn't go to school, but be very careful and make sure you choose the right one.
I'm not some modern-day "HERO", in fact, entering the service, in the Reagan years, was about the only readily-available job in those days.
I was a Janitor most of the time. Or in charge of janitors. That meant I got my ass chewed when someone thought shit wasn't clean-enough.
I've done "Documentation Security", with a security clearance of "CLASSIFIED" oooohhhh secret-agent-shit, meaning I went through the summarization of the daily trash of an office building, in 104-degree indoor heat, in a giant, indoor garbage-room, a room that had been an indoor-garbage-room for many, many years, going through every scrap of everything that was about to leave the building. Popcans full of snuf-spit, rotted food that was rotten and still rotting in the giantindoorgarbageroom. All the garbage from the bathroom trashcans, etc. A real hero.
On-base vendors used to empty the vending machines, from the break room, of the expired sandwiches and rolls and muffins, and I used to watch my fellow HEROS open up wrapped-food FROM THE GARBAGE!!!...(see: giantindoorgarbageroom, 104-degree indoor heat, in a giant, indoor garbage-room, snuf-spit, rotted food that was rotten and still rotting )...and sit and eat that shit. Sure, modern-day preservatives are reliable,
I did a lot of painting. Using those brown, c-fold, cheapasshitgoodfornothing papertowels, as a paintbrush. Some DoD. I painted with a rolled-up bunch of brown papertowels. LIKE THE ENTIRE BASE! With papertowels!
I ran a section of a mess hall, that served a succession "in bootcamp" companies...about 1000 people, per meal, per mealtime. I made sure my subordinates had hot coffee for them, fresh CO2 tanks on the soft-drink machines, and all the milk they could drink. I recieved semi-trucks of cheese-cake, ice-cream sandwiches, AND I CHOWED ON THEM ALL! I ate in the officer's mess, outranked the cooks- by a mile, and shared in the behind-the-scenes-meals as such.
I just do not understand this at all. We've been together for so long and I thought we had a really good relationship, he was always telling me how much he loved me, We always got along, we never fought, I was always good to him, I'm not a bitch, I don't nag. I cooked and cleaned for him, did his laundry, all that shit. We always had sex almost every night. I've not overweight, I'm not ugly.... Why did he go after this bitch? She even knew he had a girldfriend and child. I still love him, but I can't be with him anymore.
So lockers start all closed. Lets consider random locker. It is first opened by first student, then it may be closed by another student, then it may by open again and closed again. Depending on whether it has odd or even number of divisors, it will stay open or closed. If it has odd number of divisors it will stay open.
If we divide a number by its divisor we will produce another divisor, thus the count of divisors stays even.
Count of divisors will be odd for numbers where one of divisors produces the same divisor and there can be only one divisor like that. This divisor is called square root of the number.
Square root minus its remainder of a square S equals count of squares which are smaller than square S and have square root which is integer. In case of 1000 this count is 31.
U.S. official resigns over Afghan war
Foreign Service officer and former Marine captain says he no longer knows why his nation is fighting
By Karen DeYoung
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
When Matthew Hoh joined the Foreign Service early this year, he was exactly the kind of smart civil-military hybrid the administration was looking for to help expand its development efforts in Afghanistan.
A former Marine Corps captain with combat experience in Iraq, Hoh had also served in uniform at the Pentagon, and as a civilian in Iraq and at the State Department. By July, he was the senior U.S. civilian in Zabul province, a Taliban hotbed.
But last month, in a move that has sent ripples all the way to the White House, Hoh, 36, became the first U.S. official known to resign in protest over the Afghan war, which he had come to believe simply fueled the insurgency.
"I have lost understanding of and confidence in the strategic purposes of the United States' presence in Afghanistan," he wrote Sept. 10 in a four-page letter to the department's head of personnel. "I have doubts and reservations about our current strategy and planned future strategy, but my resignation is based not upon how we are pursuing this war, but why and to what end."
The reaction to Hoh's letter was immediate. Senior U.S. officials, concerned that they would lose an outstanding officer and perhaps gain a prominent critic, appealed to him to stay.
U.S. Ambassador Karl W. Eikenberry brought him to Kabul and offered him a job on his senior embassy staff. Hoh declined. From there, he was flown home for a face-to-face meeting with Richard C. Holbrooke, the administration's special representative for Afghanistan and Pakistan.
"We took his letter very seriously, because he was a good officer," Holbrooke said in an interview. "We all thought that given how serious his letter was, how much commitment there was, and his prior track record, we should pay close attention to him."
While he did not share Hoh's view that the war "wasn't worth the fight," Holbrooke said, "I agreed with much of his analysis." He asked Hoh to join his team in Washington, saying that "if he really wanted to affect policy and help reduce the cost of the war on lives and treasure," why not be "inside the building, rather than outside, where you can get a lot of attention but you won't have the same political impact?"
Hoh accepted the argument and the job, but changed his mind a week later. "I recognize the career implications, but it wasn't the right thing to do," he said in an interview Friday, two days after his resignation became final.
"I'm not some peacenik, pot-smoking hippie who wants everyone to be in love," Hoh said. Although he said his time in Zabul was the "second-best job I've ever had," his dominant experience is from the Marines, where many of his closest friends still serve.
"There are plenty of dudes who need to be killed," he said of al-Qaeda and the Taliban. "I was never more happy than when our Iraq team whacked a bunch of guys." -(this comment is a bit crazy, but that just proves how people are brainwashed during basic training)
What does an American Soldier stand for?
Standing up for our rights during war
Putting their lives on the line day in and day out
And yet people are against you as they shout
War is wrong, we have no right
Lets see those cowards stand and fight!
Protecting our neighbors and friends from harms way
I just don't know what to say.
To the men and women who are on the front lines
Never complaining that there in a constant bind.
Gun fire, mortars, firing at them from left to right
Some days it seems like there is no end in sight
Wishing they could call their loved ones on the phone
For loved ones voices are just a distant tone.
War isn't just one big blood bath
Filled with blood and a devilish wrath
I'm sure that makes are armed forces sad
For the anguish from others being mad
Constantly cutting down the ones who serve
For our freedom they conserve
Putting their lives on the line for our freedom we don't see
Without them the U.S would not be free
So next time you hear or see someone putting them down
Don't walk away with a frown
"With what Tim and Andre did is like, you could have fought back, you didn't have to stab him. You didn't have no right to take his life," said Elizabeth Robinson. "It don't make sense."
Universal healthcare. Fine,...I'll have what Pelosi has. Anything else would be far from universal. But they will have 600 different plans so that they are sure to fuck you up the ass in the end.
My complaint is for a 'real date'. We take one car (I'm cool splitting the check or even paying--whoever asker pays), the driver takes the other home, a lovely good night kiss (preferably with sparks), a next date is scheduled (and actually happens), the driver goes home and "had a great time =)" text is exchanged.
And BTW, he left you there because you drove your own car, did you invite him over or are you complaining because you didn't?
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Secondly, this is not a truth and reconciliation commission. You do not need to tell me the depths to which my two minute incursion on your solitude has injured your peon emotions and your obviously lacking focus, you need only approach me, or just tap me and say, “Hey man, your music’s too loud.” “Sorry” Problem solved. I know this is law school but not everything needs to be a trial, which is in fact what you tried to make it. “You’re music is ridiculously loud…” You stop, and stare at me with those pigeon eyes, waiting for me to get flustered. Instead I acted demur, smiled, and said I was sorry, and waited for you to get your stinking, block-shaped peasoup green on your bedroom walls ugly face out of my general view so I could get back to working on my brief and you could get back to being a goddamn holier than thou Quasimodo-looking asshole gallivanting across the law library in search of outlets for whatever psychological problems with which you are dealing.
But then, because you are apparently beyond reproach, have never enjoyed music, or have never apologized for a faux pas (which I find very hard to believe), you paused…..and repeated yourself as if you weren’t satisfied that I had turned my music off and apologized. “It’s ridiculously loud.” Emphasis on the ridiculous. Do you mean it’s still on? Are your ears ringing? What do you want from me, you freaking Gestapo wanna-be I said I was sorry, the music is gone, now get out of my face!!
And spare me the adverbs--dick. There are plenty of ridiculous things in the world, like your face, or your eyes, or the fact that you think it’s appropriate to project negative emotions on someone trying to study just because his music was loud for two minutes. What’s ridiculous is that you think you are due three kowtows mea culpa mea culpa bullshit for a crime that everyone commits from time to time. What’s ridiculous is that you felt it necessary to disrupt everyone else in the room, (who by the way, all had headphones on, so they were wondering what was wrong with you) for an unnecessary amount of time.
I like to the think of our school as a community. Everyone has the same goals, everyone should be working together, helping each other whenever possible. This requires a certain amount of sympathy, patience, dare I say humanity from all of the members of the school. And you try to go ruin it because someone hurt your feelings earlier that day? That’s what’s ridiculous. I’d like to think if I was walking around looking like you for the last 24 years of my life that I would be a little better at handling petty stuff. What’s the most ridiculous is the fact that you think you can get away with this.
Well guess what, you’ve fucked up my community, which now behooves me to rectify this situation in an appropriate manner, which for you seems to be a regatta-sized showing of righteous indignation. You have made me become the sound police, and the only case on my beat is you, Quasi. You better hope that no one visits you, or stops by your carrel for a question, or god forbid that you have your music on too loud, because I am practicing my scene. I’m going to throw some salt in my eye, pull my hair around, slap myself a few times, puff up my face like a fucking maniac, and then JUMP out of my carrel into your row. “EXCUSE ME!!!! (pause. let the indignation seep in. glow in the moment. yes.) YOU ARE BEING RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDICULOUSLY LOUD! waitforitwaitforit RIDICULOUSLY!!!!!!! I will then cartwheel around the room to emphasize how unacceptable your behavior is. I will top this off by looking into your eyes as you did mine, demanding an apology, and then another, as you did.
And BTW, he left you there because you drove your own car, did you invite him over or are you complaining because you didn't?
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I'm SO sick of kissing boys in parking lots.
What happened to walking/driving a girl home and kissing her good night on her door step rather than meeting 'there' and saying night in a parking lot?
:(
Listen, I tried dating guys I was attracted to, but I was rejected. Then I tried dating guys "below" me. Not smart, attractive, good personality, no money... and they rejected me too.
So, it's me. My personality or looks or weight or boobs or my laugh or the way I talk or my sense of humor or maybe my breath or my taste in music..either way.
I am not attractive to the opposite sex.
It hurts to think I will be alone forever.
I don't want sympathy, I just want my situation in print where I can see it.
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