Now that's what love looks like: "A girl, a guy and a bottle of beer out on the street."

For those of you who thought I would make Iblael look like a complete and total laughing stock....



If you're having MK3 deja vu - it's only deja vu. :)

I've had two people tell me he's cute already.

Now that's what love looks like: "A girl, a guy and a bottle of beer out on the street."

For those of you who thought I would make Iblael look like a complete and total laughing stock....



If you're having MK3 deja vu - it's only deja vu. :)

I've had two people tell me he's cute already.

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FUCK YOU GATEWAY COMPUTERS.

1) Your careers website is incomprehesible.

2) When I finally got around to finding the job I wanted to apply for, you force me to add a MASSIVE amount of information to your "online resume builder"

3) Youe site has decides to randomly go back to the main screen and discard all my information because you have NO SAVE FEATURE ON YOUR DAMNED RESUME BUILDER. I've spent four hours going through your site three times.

You obviously don't want me to have this job. So fuck you.

Wait...maybe it isn't your fault. Maybe it's whoever corrupted my state of Texas file, and whoever decided that this modem wasn't a fax modem, whoever got me laid off, whoever took Dean away from me, whoever took my hormones, whoever tool my happiness and whoever decided I simply am not oging to have a job.

Okay then - if YOU'RE not going to give me a means of support, what the HELL do YOU want ME to DO?!

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FUCK YOU GATEWAY COMPUTERS.

1) Your careers website is incomprehesible.

2) When I finally got around to finding the job I wanted to apply for, you force me to add a MASSIVE amount of information to your "online resume builder"

3) Youe site has decides to randomly go back to the main screen and discard all my information because you have NO SAVE FEATURE ON YOUR DAMNED RESUME BUILDER. I've spent four hours going through your site three times.

You obviously don't want me to have this job. So fuck you.

Wait...maybe it isn't your fault. Maybe it's whoever corrupted my state of Texas file, and whoever decided that this modem wasn't a fax modem, whoever got me laid off, whoever took Dean away from me, whoever took my hormones, whoever tool my happiness and whoever decided I simply am not oging to have a job.

Okay then - if YOU'RE not going to give me a means of support, what the HELL do YOU want ME to DO?!