Whoa, those are cool as fuck.

Scary as fuck.

Well, there are distinctions between 'cool' and 'good for you'.

Okay, I need some help here!

So in a few weeks I'm planning to either blow my head off with a shotgun in the break room at work, or just pull out a revolver and off myself in front of the first customer that pisses me off. Which one do you think would scar someone the most? I'm thinking break room since my dick boss would probably be too cheap to hire a crime-scene cleanup company, and instead force the rest of the workers to scrub bits of my head off the ceiling.

I don't see why you can't take people with you if you're in that state of mind.

I may hate my life and everyone around me, but I'm not a murderer.

BUT YOU ARE YET SO WILLING TO MURDER YOUR OWN MANBODY

Otto we are all special snowflakes and we all deserve a chance to live long enough to become jaded and cynical

Daily does of odd linkage: http://www.typealice.com/bme/loveatf...firstbite.html
Honestly, I think it's kind of cool.

Otto, don't do it man. Take out a politician first.

OTTO WHY DIE TODAY WHEN YOU CAN DIE ANYTIME

ILL TRADE YOU LIFE TODAY FOR SUICIDE ON TUESDAY etcpopeyewhatevercomments

Hey guys MarioRPG is still alive.
I made me up a list of summer achievements, to maximize the potential for my last summer of university. Tomorrow I'll be checking off two items - get morning drunk, host a bbq.

Living the life here people!

http://www.cnn.com/2012/05/19/showbi...se-transgender

i'd hit it

You guys can talk all night about you favorite hormone therapy.

How come comments sections are universally horrible?

I don't even have to say I'd hit that.

BUT I DID.

My school offers Judo. SO I'M TAKING THAT SHIT. Seoi Nage and Osoto Gari all day long.

I went downtown to interview homeless people today for a school thing. It was a pretty selfish dick move and I only did it because I don't personally know any interesting people. Anyway.

I met this 50-something balding black guy, this fucking batshit insane guy, who said his name was "Casanova, Romeo" (he specifically instructed me to include the comma). After he told me his name, he stole my notebook and wrote an entire page of gibberish after "AKA," apparently because this was his entire name. Said gibberish includes "'FutboL,' Espanol/Ingles, Baton nicAAAi, Rouge, (Football), Louisiana, 'Shaq' ORLando magie N.B.A, 'CRuel WinteR,'" and "BananaRama." That's nearly verbatim, I couldn't make this shit up if I tried.

He wrote all that and more on the counter of a food stand I took him to, since the deal I made was lunch for an interview, and the cashier looked like she was about to call the goddamn police after a minute or two. I looked over his shoulder to see what the fuck he was doing and at that exact moment he wrote "DON'T TURN AROUND" and scared the shit out of me.

Eventually I bought him some beer and a plastic cup of wine, then promised to mention in my "article" (I kept telling him I was a student and not a real journalist, but I guess he thought this was going into a newspaper anyway) that he was "single, bachelor, available, stag, alone, by self." I promptly got the fuck out of there and interviewed someone who didn't periodically hold his lighter above his head so that "aliens would see it;" that went a bit better.

The first time I had to do an interview for a school thing, I figured out I could fake the interview and no one could/would prove otherwise.

Focus on becoming a master storyteller so you can avoid encounters with the homeless.

My last interview was with my boss when I was a TA. She fought in the Nigerian Civil War. She was a badass.

Ditto. Sage advice there.

It has all the trappings of hubris, we're just waiting for the punchline.

It sank during its maiden voyage.

A victim of the modern age - poor, poor girl.

Dude, you can't fabricate shit in journalism, that's like the number one rule