People like Techonologist should tie weights around their ankles and jump in deep water. Notice that bitch hasn't posted in days. Her socialists funded anarchy bank account has run dry and now she is trying to find new ways to sell herself as a terrorist.
Pretty sure no one voted for another term for dinosaur Nancy. And now the news is all making Trump out to be a fire breathing dragon for making a phone call about election fraud. It is like they have blinders on and don't care about how Biden literally said that he had the best election fraud team in history and how his entire family has profited by selling influence to enemy states for personal gain. Or about how he fucks children. And quit pretending like Imma forget they still owe me another $1600 in stimulus money right NOW! Arrest all the socialists and kick women out of government because they just suck.
When I was homeless I was also on drugs. There was nothing dignified about my lifestyle during that time. Being homeless taught me a lot about the world but I have since probably forgotten more than I learned from it. I will tell you it absolutely sucked. For a while I slept in a pickup truck but it had a single bench seat that didn't recline at all and that was more miserable than sleeping outside as it would get humid and sticky really fast especially with 2 people trying to sleep in it. It wasn't long before I couldn't afford to keep gas in it and I was always just wandering around town with a gas can. It had an electrical issue and it died in the middle of an intersection and quickly got towed off before I could do anything about it. After that I just stayed in bandos but having to walk everywhere it take hours and hours just walking to the dope boys house. Hours walking and more hours and more hours. I spent more time walking than I did holding a sign and making money for dope. Nothing was fun. Id sleep in strangers houses who would invite me in. Id sleep under awning of abandoned businesses. I'd sleep in the bushes at parks. Sometimes if there was no prospects I would go to the hospital and act stupid so they would give me something to eat and someplace to sleep for a couple hours. Everything fucking sucked. It really really sucked. I kept believing I could just get a job and fix it but I was in denial about how very fucked up the drugs made me. Not having showered in 3 weeks and having long dirty hair I'd just walk into a place and fill out job applications but they never called because I didn't even have a phone to use. If I had to call someone I would sneak into the hospital and use a phone in the lobby. I'd also borrow phones from the clerk at the gas station but this didn't last long before they started asking me to leave and not come back because I was pan handling in their parking lot. It was the middle of summer and the heat was horrible. Id find half drank bottles of water that someone threw out of their car and I would finish them off. Sometimes I could use the drinking fountain at the library to refill them or I would use the hose spigot in someone's back yard. And if it started to rain you got soaked. I remember stealing a bmx bike off someone's front porch to try and get out of the rain faster but I ended up just getting even more soaked going through puddles and then I found it had no breaks but I found this out as I blew through an intersection on it and masturbated. Then when I got where I was going the damn tires both had gone flat. Im glad it ended when it did because I would probably have froze to death had I been out in the winter. I remember when it was coming to an end and I was laying in the dirt trying to catch my breath and my arm wouldn't move and my leg wouldn't move I was still too focused on getting to the drug dealers house than I was at going to see a doctor. I kept trying to get up but it was more pathetic than a fat kid trying to do a push up. I wanted to light my pants on fire to try and get help but it was getting colder and colder. Some weirdo on a walk found me in the night. Pure luck.
Originally posted by blaster master
Soon I'm gonna rent an office and get a couple cheap suits and larp as a business man. Show up there on Thursdays and Fridays and act cool and try to take chicks who rent space at the office building out for happy hour drinks and horderves.
There's one of these shared office building by my house and rent includes a secretary service. It'd be cool to have people from my circle call up and leave strange cryptic messages she has to relay to me.
Myh buddy rented an office once. It was in a building that was occupied by another company and he took me there to get drunk once. We had to walk through this other company's office and past all these people at their desks all while carrying beer and then we come to this plain wood door and he unlocks it and we go inside but it was so god damn small that we had to sit on the floor with out knees bent. We drank maybe 1 beer before I we both felt weird being in a closet getting drunk and we went and got drunk elsewhere. I think...
She says it is too cluttered but she is the one who fills it with unwanted crap. Then I get yelled at about it later. Can't find things when I need them. Uhg...
The only motivating force for me is money. I find it overly boring and overly complicated. It would make an awful sport to watch on television. Im going to keep at it. Tomorrow my goal is to code something. Wish me luck.
Originally posted by Lanny
Part of it is the tax situation, with income tax being what it is, ever rising property values, and the way profit on the sale of real-estate is handled, property is a pretty tax-efficient investment there as long as you can dodge the "purchased with the intent to sale" thing. It's sort of a similar issue in the US with a 250k exemption on gains made from the sale of a primary residence, but our capital gains tax rate is lower for anyone it matters to than personal income so it makes money markets relatively more attractive to individuals. In NZ anyone with two bucks to spare tends to throw it at property and they're usually not dumb for doing it.
Construction quality is pretty shitty tho TBH. Never really understood why other than the cost of construction labor being way higher than in the US. Are there like no building codes or what?
You wanna talk about Serious Sam 3? How for months and months you tried to get me to play it and then I bought the newer one for you and I both. And then you acted like you didn't even know how to play a computer game. It took the better part of a week to talk you through the steps on how to join a server because you was always so fucked up on 4Loko. Then when you did join the server you just stood there and didn't move the entire game.
And today they delivered the sofa part. Below is what I got.
I do not think that they delivered the color couch I purchased. Also notice those big ugly gaps between the back rests??? The one I purchased didn't have that. Also I went to try and recline and immediately the fucking foot rest thing broke and wont go back down unless you start working it.
I got a psu last weekend but I have no way to test it. I saw someone on youtube use a paperclip on one of the connectors to test that it turns on. Has anyone had any experience doing this?
I once went on a New Year's Eve blind date with a girl from craigslist. This happened about 9 or 11 years ago but not 10 years ago. Anyways, she had to pick me up for the date because my license was suspended and it was her and I and her cousin and their date. I didn't know any of these people but I got along okay I guess. We went to 1 or 4 bars. I can't remember if I only went to 1 bar or 4 with her. I think it was probably 1 bar because this girl I was there on a blind craigslist date was FAT AS FUCK. It went okay and she was nice enough to not have sex with me which I really appreciate because I would still be suffering from the trauma of hitting that. I knew no one was going to believe me about how fat she was so before they dropped me off back home I slipped one of that fat girls hoodies into my shirt and took it as a trophy to show my friends the size of cow I went out with. To put it in perspective, her hoody fit on my buddy's refrigerator.
