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Even if one should seize the hem of my robe and walk step by step behind me, if he is covetous, malevolent of heart, with corrupt mind and unstrained, noise and distracted with senses uncontrolled, he is far from me and why? He does not see the Dhamma, and not seeing the Dhamma, he does not see me. Even if not covetous in his desires, not fierce in his longings, with a kind heart and pure mind, mindfull, composted, calmed, one-pointed and with senses restrained, then indeed, he is near to me and I am near to him, and why? He sees the Dhamma, and seeing the Dhamma, sees me. Though physically close behind it one is acquisitve and restless. How far is that turbulent one from one at peace, that burning one from one cooled. The hangering one from content! But thoroughly understanding Dhamma, and freed from longing through insight, The wise one, rid of all desire, is calm as a pool unstirred by the wind. How close is that peaceful one to one at peace, That cool one to one cooled, that content one to one content!

what the hell

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What the hell so I go back up to lowes today and now they are telling me something entirely different... now I'll only be part time... and I won't be doing what I do now at best buy (merch/inventory)... I'll be in tools/hardware as a specialist... when I don't know jack shit about tools other than what a saw does, what a screwdriver does, and what a wrench does, and what a drill does.

Sweet

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Sweet I have an interview at Lowes tomorrow for a night stalker position... I put I only want full time... hopefully they realize that and give me full time... if so that would kickass because lowe's starts out better than what I'm already making, plus I imagine third shift/night crew makes a bit more. Even if they just give me 20 hours a week or so I'll be better off than I am now... its 1 mile away instead of 12, and I'd be making a little more an hour.

Best Buy

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At our morning meeting today... I decided that I'm going to dedicate the majority of my time off to finding another employer. After two people in my department, two people who show up late for work everyday, can often be found sitting in the breakroom when they have used more than their allowed breaks, who are constantly bad mouthing and putting down fellow employees... were awarded Store All Star awards (an award given at the meetings every three months to 10 employees who have been the hardest workers and most valued employees)... while those of us who actually work weren't even recognized... this, this has made me decide that Best Buy is not a company I want to be working for.

Today...

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Today is a very sad day... I lost the life of something very close to me... my boots... after 6 years of brave and loyal service to me, one of the seams failed leaving a decent hole inbetween the sidewalls and the sole... sad day indeed... I really wish I would have broke in my other pair before now... becaue now I have to go work a truck, then get up in the morning and go work another 8 hours on my feet... my fet should be nice and raw come friday afternoon. Have to order a replacement pair to replace my backups sometime tomorrow or saturday... *sighs* Boots, you will be missed.

look what...

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Look what I came across today...

"The Breakup
We had a beautiful relationship; we shared a beautiful thing
We fell head over heals in love with each other
But now the time has come that we broke apart
Over a stupid imature fight; the day you brokd my heart
I have my new born wishes now
I wish that my breath would stop
end the entering and exiting of my lungs
I wish that my heart would stop
pumping the blood throughout my body
It is too broken to have the duty to keep me alive
I pity those who are alone by the choice driven with fear
For those people shall never learn What the emotion of love feels like
Expecially in the arms of your loved one.
I want you back, my secret boyfriend
I want to hold you in my arms again
I want us to have the special thing in which we had
All I have left to say; is three simple words
Ryan, I love you
Madison Renae Zoller"
Also found this
"My Loss of You
It hurts to be around you.
But I don't want to leave.
My grip is too tight to let go.
We made a beautiful couple,
a perfect pair,
but it was thrown away by you.
My eyes are like endless rain.
They are always crying for my heart's loss.
It hurts too much for me to much longer bare.
I will never give up.
Somewhere in your heart you miss me.
Why did you listen to you friends?
Why can't you tell me the truth?
You act like you still care.
Always by your side;
I want to be there.
I will always love you.
Madison Renae Zoller"
*blinks*

HAHAHAHA!!

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On Monday, authorities in Indianapolis said a 4-year-old boy took crack cocaine that police said was worth up to $10,000 to his preschool class and showed it to classmates, saying it was flour.
Teachers realized it was cocaine and called authorities.
"This could have killed these kids," said police Sgt. Roger Tuchek.
Indianapolis police said Tuesday they were still seeking the boy's parents, Kenneth Lee Green, 24, and Andrea D. Jackson, 23. Jackson was wanted on a warrant for failing to appear in court, court records showed. Green had been convicted of carrying an unlicensed firearm, resisting law enforcement and marijuana possession.

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I lied one last update...
I wish that I could say this, and it be representing someone in my life, that I share my life with... however that currently isn't the case...
"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts be dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, - yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go, -
My mistress when she walks, treads on the ground;
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare. "
And for my russian friends, I leave you with this
Наслаждение становится наслаждением, только когда о нем вспоминаешь. Ты говоришь так, будто наслаждение – это одно, а память о нем совсем другое, но ведь они не разделимы. То, что ты зовешь воспоминанием, довершает наслаждение. Когда мы с тобой встретились, момент встречи был и прошел. Сам по себе он ничто. Теперь мы вспоминаем его, и он понемногу растет. Но мы все еще знаем о нем очень мало. Истинная встреча с тобой – это какой я ее буду вспоминать, когда придет время умирать. А та, что была, - только ее начало. Ты говорил, на твоей хандре есть поэты. Разве они не учат вас этому?
Ryan Carl Mercer
-Волк