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MySpace is dead, gone, and buried along with all the embarrassing pictures of me on it. I'm a married man with two daughters, three pets, a career, and a day job. I am long since out of high school and college. Now is NOT the time for my inner emo kid to want to spring back to life.

But am I still going to go to MCR's reunion show and drag my husband with me? Yes, yes I am.

It’s cyber security training at work and this year’s theme is ‘Don’t plug random USB drives you find lying around into your devices.’

I am offended this needs to be said. And if it needs to be said to employees of Lockheed Martin, workplace natural selection should run its course. Fire those incompetent weirdos who pick up random-assed USB drives from off the ground and plug that shit into their computers.

It's bloody evil to dream about having siblings that actually love and care about you when the reality couldn't be farther from the sodding truth!

Due to the holidays coming, I'm extending and adding an extra yoga class at night.

Members get first pick for spots, what's left over is open for visitors or those who pay at every class.

Lady you can bitch all you want but policy is policy. Just because you scream and throw a fit doesn’t mean it’s going to change for you. Temper tantrums might get you your way with that dumbass who bought you that hugeass ring you kept pushing into my face and that ridiculous fur coat but it doesn’t do anything with me. So why don’t you just cover up your fake tits, pull out that expensive as hell wallet, filter through those three dozen credit cards and just show me your damn id so that I can serve you your glass of wine and get on to another table. And when you get home? Take some of that money to buy yourself some manners and class. I am not getting paid enough to put up with this bullshit. I’ve seen skeezy drunk assholes who behave better than some of the women out here.