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Name: Cody
Location: Conway, Arkansas, United States
Birthday: 7/4/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Popular Culture and WAAAAAY over thinking things.
Expertise: Doin hoes and smokin dro
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  sideshowcody
Member Since:
3/5/2006
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| When I was driving into work last night, I heard on the radio that Steve Irwin had died. I was instantly very saddened... what a great guy. He was always so goofy and fun... And what a way to go... He seemed to always be happy, and he really lived his life to its fullest... I just hope that I can look back on my life when I die and say the same. | | |
| I'm still alive, AND I'm going to UCA again. | | |
| I'm still alive.
I work a lot now, but I need money so its cool (I'm a security guard at Fed Ex Freight by the airport).
I have enough freetime to do the things I really want, so I'm a happy guy! | | |
| Watching a friend of mine lay in a hospital bed, three other patients
in the same room absolutely packed with friends and family for all
parties except one.
Directly across the foot of the bed there was an ancient man,
chattering wildly in Japanese to who I presume was his son or
care-taker. The younger man tried to calm him down as he struggled to
stand - His voice growing louder and louder.
I pried my eyes off the scene to wipe vomit from my friend's chest and
lips as he'd been spitting up matter since far before I arrived in the
city. A few eye lashes had grown back since the last wave of chemo, the
tumors in his chest and throat made his once strong and energetic voice
strained and waifish.
Another friend who had escorted me to the hospital prodded my arm and I looked back to the old man.
He had almost managed to get out of bed, he was naked and pissing on
the floor, yelling at the younger man who fumbled for a tray to catch
the urine. The family next to them just acted like nothing was
happening and a nurse who was passing headed in to manage the mess. The
nurse entered their tiny allocation of space and drew the thin cloth
shut.
She mumbled to the younger man as she mopped it up, she had that tone
in her voice that so many overworked nurses get. All the other families
and friends carried on their coversations and doting.
Under their talking I just heard the old man crying.
A Cemetary; isolated, very few people. It's not raining, but the mist
is heavy enough to soak your clothes. A pretty miserable day, to start
off with.
As I'm walking through the cemetary with my mother, we notice a woman
sitting on her own on a grave, gently crying to herself. When we got
nearer to the grave it was then we realised that the grave was of a
small child, and not only that, it was fairly recent (the flowers from
the funeral were still there, etc). This woman was sat, on the ground,
on her own, with only a coat to protect her from the weather, on the
grave of her child, on mothers day.
On thanksgiving night, an old man goes to the supermarket and buys a
bag of hot dog rolls and nothing else. Upon coming home to find his
house evicted, he wanders the streets, not knowing where to sleep. He
arrives at an overpass. He walks up its steps and eats the rolls one by
one, watching the occasional car pass by. The streets are deserted, and
he can see the faint glow of people's windows in the distance.
In the morning, we found his frozen corpse.
Once upon a time, there was this girl that I loved more than anything.
One night I finally got the guts to call her and ask her out. I called
her cell phone, it rang several times, but there was no answer.
I found out the next morning that she was killed instantly in a car wreck.
I saw an elderly homeless man downtown the other day shielding a little puppy under his coat in the freezing rain.
Me: "Hi my name is Steve. How can I help you today?"
Lady: (Sobbing)"My voicemail is gone. I need you to put voicemail back on my phone."
Me: "Let me review the account." (Seconds pass, more crying)
Me: "It looks like you called this morning and reduced your plan to a
less expensive plan and the voicemail was removed since it doesn't come
standard for that plan. I can replace the feature for you, it's only
2.99 a month. Would you like me to do that now?"
Lady: *sniff* "You can do that?! Oh yes please! Restore my voicemail!"
Me: "Done. In a few minutes you can use your cell phone to set up the mailbox and you are all set."
Lady: "Set it up? You mean I lost my messages forever?"
Me: "Uh, yeah when you disable voicemail..." (Interupted by more sobbing) "Ma'am?"
Lady: (Somber) "My husband and six year old son were killed two days
ago in a head on collision with a drunk driver. I have been listening
to a message they left me just before the accident... they sounded so
happy, it's the only thing that's got me through. I reduced the cell
phone plan so I could control my bills and pay for the funerals. Please
just restore the messages."
Me: "I can't... it's just gone..."
When I used to work in an ice-cream shop and a special needs guy used to come in every day,
and ask me in this horribly slurred voice, "Laura? Are you Laura?" and
laugh uncontrollably. He was about forty, and looked pretty normal
other than the limp, and the mildly twisted limbs. Occasionally, he'd
drop phrases or make comments that were a little out of reach for most
people with developmental difficulties. I didn't mind talking to him if
I wasn't busy, and he was sweet, if hard to understand.
One day he was trying to count out the change for his ice cream, and
just couldn't do it. I don't know if it was the combination of the
coins, or just having a bad day, but he got really frustrated and
started to cry a little.
"I used to teach! I used to teach!" he's mumbling over and over, while he rocks back and forth.
Turns out that he was a professor at university, a master in chess. He
was hit by a drunk driver while out walking his dog. His fiance left
him after it was obvious that he'd never be the same.
I'm feeling rather crappy right now, internet. And you aren't cheering me up like usual.
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| Ahhh, History Channel... You are my master.
There was a disgustingly cute baby at Taco Bell last night. It was just fucking adorable.
I went to sleep before midnight last night. Really weird. I woke up at 8 and felt good. So, I laid in bed. My alarm on phone scares the shit out of me, no matter what. The first few notes of the alarm are just so loud and piercing... I think I'll go ahead and change that right now... And done.
I'm the cool one on the far right with the awesome belt.
I'm not sure, but something tells me that they exceeded that Isuzu's people capacity.
Enjoy your nightmares.
Ever had an urge to pop someone else's zit? | | |
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