Yeah I need a job before I can go and move out again... And like I said
i have been hitting the job market hard...

I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth, I have had to fight for
everything that I have in life and moving out is no different I am just
going to have to keep the axe to the grind stone more....

Patients is a virtue...

I am a leave me alone and I'll leave you alone driver... But if you piss
me off than hold on to your hat's because you will get my boot, or flip
flop, so far up your ass that you will be tasting rubber for months...

But really I try to be a good driver

You know I thought that graduating from college would be really cool.
That doors would have opened up for me and i would have opportunities
that no one in my family has had because I am the first one to go and
graduate from college.

However, I have noticed that I have not had all of the success that i
had dreamed about. I have been hitting the pavement hard trying to find
a job here and it has been three hard weeks and six tanks of gas.

But you know what sucks the most???

I have been living on my own for the past four years and since I just
graduated I don't have the money to be independent and so I have to move
back in with my family. I am not used to this and it stinks because I
have to abide by their own rules and we live in the middle of no where
and so I really don't have a lot to do , and there are really no people
my age out here...

So I just wanted to rant and see if anyone had been in this situation
before and how to deal with it, or if there was anyone that lived/ lives
in the Parker area that can tell me where I can get in to some trouble
;-)

Thanks;
Lantz

My graduation tassel

One word...

Inspiring

Yep I would bounce from the US for love...

But not for long, I couldn't stray for to long...

Very nice that was great...

Great post...

Aww...

That was nice...

I think I cried a little...

Great post

Wow like, everyone should get that when they first join up it really
says a lot about the site and the impact it has had not only on you but
your friends as well...

HOPE & FAITH my friend...

Just be patient....

They all said best I am just repeating words of wisdom...

Great one Whisper...
TXS Said it best...

LANTZ

It may sound morbid and a little macabre but what moves me is death.

Not that I get turned on by death or anything..

No it is a constant reminder to keep pushing on because it will all end
someday..

Actually this isn't a rant at all...

I am a member of a website called "Fearnet.com" where it is a community
of a bunch of horror genera buffs. In all of the profiles there are
bio's that tell a lot about the people involved.

On the website you have a species and a place of origin and the poem
here that I started in this thread is my Bio. I made myself a specific
creature and gave myself a place of birth and I thought that a good bio
was in need.

Check out the website sometime, it is Fearnet.com...
My account name is HadajiSama...

So I really don't want to kill people I just like looking through the
eyes of the character I created and try to give him motivations and
ambitions

A darkness unclean, I slip to your world unseen. Ruthless and numb I
take what I need. Cold and black I lay my seed.

A philosopher and mystic I watch and wait. I see your flaws and
annihilate. Weak and slow you live your life, I kill just for spite

At home in trails and on the streets there is no place to retreat. I'll
wrap you in my warm embrace and let you scream in my face. But no one
hears a shadow scream they think it is just a dream.

A solitary being I travel alone. My mind is a maze of dark and snow. To
stay alive I hurt myself on trails of mud to ink of blood.

No physical form is there for me I am just, arbitrary....

So when you feel a cold dark chill don't turn or run or else I'll
kill...

A darkness unclean, I slip to your world unseen. Ruthless and numb I
take what I need. Cold and black I lay my seed.

A philosopher and mystic I watch and wait. I see your flaws and
annihilate. Weak and slow you live your life, I kill just for spite

At home in trails and on the streets there is no place to retreat. I'll
wrap you in my warm embrace and let you scream in my face. But no one
hears a shadow scream they think it is just a dream.

A solitary being I travel alone. My mind is a maze of dark and snow. To
stay alive I hurt myself on trails of mud to ink of blood.

No physical form is there for me I am just, arbitrary....

So when you feel a cold dark chill don't turn or run or else I'll
kill...

She lies for me, begging to feel her pain,

And I thrill at the sound of the whip stinging,

And the sight of her bound to our bed,

Her passionate cries like an angel singing.

Her head is bowed as I stand behind her,

And ask her what it is she desires,

“Only to please you, My love”,

Are the words that fuel my fire.

I let fall the wax from the candle,

And she writhes in her pleasure and pain,

Calling out for more, pleading for mercy,

And I fulfill her again and again.

A ritual of love, of pain, of deepest devotion,

Culminating in the release of sweetest need,

As we fall together in a pool of blood, sweat, and tears,

That through our ritual has been freed.

We complete the ritual of love with a torrent of deepest release.

A final cry becomes a sigh into the night.

With passion spent we lie together silently,

In that place between the dark and the light.

Everything I am in black and white,
yet none of it means a thing.
Every word I have had to say, or write,
has left no resonant ring.
An open book, with bloodied pages,
there for the world to read.
Yet here in the cell of my devising,
I do time for the thoughts I freed.
You tell me you don't know me,
that I am too complex to comprehend.
Have you really been trying?
Have you tried to skip to the end?
What is it that hasn't been said here?
How many volumes must I write?
How much more can I bleed to the page,
before dying in the dark of night?
What more do I have to say to you?
Why have I been speaking at all?
What use is pen or inkling,
When on deaf hearts they fall?
What purpose, this philosophy?
What point this endless quest?
What point the beat of an unheard heart,
pounding ever in my breast?
I am at a loss for words now.
I lose my mind and my sight.
For all fades to a thousand shades of gray,
That I thought was black and white.

Yeah, that's right...



Right?

Because to seek knowledge is to gain power and to gain power you must
ask questions of the questions as to have the questioner answer the
question that you just asked while answering their own question at the
same time; isn't that right?