A brief biography of Mr. Giuliani |
..> A BIOGRAPHY OF MAYOR RUDOLPH W. GIULIANI ..> In 1944, Rudolph W. Giuliani was born to a working class family in Brook...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 14:44:00 GMT |
Work may be the death of me. |
So...Work @ APEX from 8am-5pm. Then, work @ Howie's from when I get there-12pm.Repeat 4X and throw some weekend work @ Howie's in there and you've got my schedule.Don't even bother trying to get me to...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 14:57:00 GMT |
The Art of War |
Although fiscally conservative, I tend to have a libretarian view on the war.--------------------------------------------------------
-----------------When employing the military in battle, a victory t...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Dec 2006 12:32:00 GMT |
Obey all laws. |
MAN LAWS1: Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.2: It is OK for a man to cry ONLY under the following circumstances:(a) When a heroic dog dies to save its master.(b) The moment Angelin...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Sep 2006 13:22:00 GMT |
I should be sleeping. |
Sometimes sleep doesn't come easy...but, on the plus side, I was watching this clip from the Daily Show that was shot shortly after 9/11. It intrigued me. TAke it for what you will.
Posted by on Wed, 23 Aug 2006 21:35:00 GMT |
Whachoo tell a bitch with two black eyes? |
Nothing...you done told her twice. Anyway, school's good, work's good, the rims are good, life is good. That's it.
Posted by on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 19:12:00 GMT |
Monday... |
Start School Monday. Full time school, full time work...part time sleep. I can't wait. Girls are sluts.
Posted by on Sun, 13 Aug 2006 02:44:00 GMT |
Finishing sentences. |
So...I met a girl last night. Nothing extra special, but we seem to have a knack for finishing each other's sentences...and cuddling, of course. Hottub=dirty things occuring in murky waters. Hopefully...
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jun 2006 12:50:00 GMT |
Lively. |
I just registered for classes @ Lively.
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 09:49:00 GMT |
Chapter 2 |
CHAPTER 2 A large boom, louder than anything I've ever heard before, marks the end of my ride. I strike the wall with extreme force, and debris is littered around me. My entire body feels surrealistic...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 09:48:00 GMT |
