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When blogging, most people bare their souls, but in a strange anonymous way….. It allows you the freedom to talk about the issues that matter to you most, but concurrently to keep yourself shielded from the outside world.

Some people find it amusing to mess with that delicate balance.

For the person(s) who decide that it’s somehow amusing to invade on anothers turf (whether it be public space or not), just be hopeful that I don’t find you
That is all
P.S - Want to discuss this with me, be my guest. My e-mail is public (adam@sciron.org), and hell, if you e-mail me i’ll probably hand over my phone number so we can have a chat about it if you’d like

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Here are my responses
Age: 25
Height: 190cm
Sign: Pisces
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Foot Size: 10
Heritage: Australian, past generations, Irish
Birthplace: Brisbane, Australia
Parents Names: Keith and Ann
Parents Together?: 25 years

[schooling]
Elementary School: Greenbank State School, Queensland, Australia
High School: Park Ridge State High Schook, Queensland, Australia
College: University of Southern Queensland and Queensland University of Technology
Major (if applicable): Data Communications (Information Technology)
Extracurricular Activity of Choice: atm, Jetskiing
Favorite Elementary School Memory: It finishing

[hygiene.. oh please...]
Shower How Often?: once a day at least.
Morning or Night Showers?: either or both depending
Brush Teeth How Often?: eh… once or twice a day.
Floss? (Don’t lie!): Very rarely
Shampoo Brand: Garnier (my ex used it)
Soap/Body Wash Brand: Palmolive
Lotion Brand: Janesce
Toothbrush Color: Blue and White
Body Spray: Lynx Ice

[love, hate, rejection, and all the fun stuff.]
Have you ever been used?: oh yes.
What happened and why?: I let them get too close
Have you ever used someone?: don’t think so, but probably
What happened and why?: Not sure, you’d have to ask them
Biggest disappointment (relationship/girl/guy-wise): Not being honest in my soul
Most memorable moment: Making the connection with another human being
First Kiss?: Larissa Downie, like grade 3
Most Memorable Kiss?: not sure, they’re all memorable and forgotten at the same time
Ever been dumped: Oh yes
Ever dumped?: yes
Worst kisser: I don’t think there can be a worst kisser, you just need to work at it
Worst hugger: Same thing
Best kisser: They’re all good
Best hugger: Same again
Are you friends with any of your exes?: Leanne
Sweetest romantic thing done for you: Don’t know….

[random questions because I'm done with categorizing]
What do you want to do with your life?: Be happy, be kind, be loyal
One Naughty Secret: Never be afraid to try anything with someone you love
One Silly Secret: have to think about that one…
One Bad Habit: Not letting people get truly close
One Bad Personality Trait: Self Pity
One Good Habit: Trying to right the wrongs i’ve done over time
One Good Personality Trait: I try to be there as they have been there for me
One Natural Talent: Horse Riding
One Acquired Talent: Don’t know.. being nice?
Thing you want to do once in your life: Be happy
Thing you will never do in your life: Hit or abuse anyone
Where do you want to travel to?: Europe, Canada
Where will you never go?: 3rd World Country
What do people not get about you?: That if I could be a different person, i’d do it in a heartbeat
What do you need right now?: forgiveness

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She’s not speaking to me… this is not a good thing….

Hmmmmm… Not feeling very good at this point in time. Shits me because when I feel crap and I need some sanity and understanding, she is the person I speak to. Why you may ask:

a) she’s a girl, and girls have different viewpoints on the world which is cool, helps me to be a better person

b) because she puts up with my crap and has no hesitation to tell me when i’m being a fucking idiot, and when it’s someone elses fault

c) she’s one of my closest friends, and I care/worry about her deeply

Sorta wishing at this point I could phone her up to ask her how to deal with the fact that i’ve been a cunt, and I know it. Of course she’s not talking to me, so can’t do that…..

And to top it off, I missed the Friday night vibe… totally….. what sort of male am I …. {edited due to content} ….. bad bad news for me…. definitely in trouble, definitely (fuck, i’m starting to sound like rain man here) …. [ok, so gotta try to see the humourous part of life]

Ok…. going to take my post, my little red wagon, and my ass all home in the car. Heat up some food, do the rest of my ironing and re-read ‘The Runaway Jury’ (tangent: which is now being made into a movie with, oh my god!, John Cusack).
Then i’m going to sleep.

btw, John Cusack rocks…. Why am I telling you this, well because the last two posts have been crappy and and soppy/whiney/self-pity filled, so should write something good about the universe, even if it doesn’t involve me

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Tired I tells ya…. very very flucking tired….. jetskiing two days in a row, after a 3 week diet of nothing but crap takeaway food does not make one healthy.

Though I did cook food that will suffice for three days…. Ahhh pasta bakes, is there nothing they can’t do…

Want interesting/crazy/weird site that I picked up from the list of “Last 5 blogs posted” check this page out….

I’m not passing judgement, i’m just putting it out there
Loving all your work (even though i’m depressed and feeling sorry for myself, but i’m going to NOT talk about it tonight, tonight i’m going to sleep)

A

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As their are officially three authors at this page, you need to see who we are…

Click here for a shot of Eve and myself.

Click here for a shot of Eve and myself.

That is all.

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This is the question I post to you all today… and I know you’re all just dying to say “Adam, you fuckwit, why do we give a shit about how many beaches aren’t left” … well, i’m going to tell you
Because half of bagara is in my shorts…..

Well, by now it’s down some d ain, being ceremoniously flushed back onto my garden.. and in a few years, my apartment complex will be a beach house….

Just think about it.. millions of people every year visit the beaches, and you all take some sand home with you.. but not just some, *shitloads* … it’s fucking everywhere.. go to bed, wake up with a face full of sand.. take a drink from the water bottle, some other cunts left sand on the rim….. you can’t escape….

I mean I feel sorry for the poor bastard who has to sleep in this bed after me (rented fully furnished :))… because in 3 years, he’ll wake up, go “what the fuck is sand doing up my ass, the ‘boys, toys and ahoys tour isn’t for another couple of months!?!?!’, where did this sand come from?”

Yes, you know where it came from….. it came from my shorts
I’m guessing voodoo, but if anyone has any better ideas, e-mail me

A

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Now the way Adam tells it you’d think I’m an evil girl whose intentionally subjecting him to unnecessary teasing and pain. To which I will answer with true dat.

The complete answer though is that, yes I do like teasing Adam, it’s like taking candy from a baby, too easy yet highly satisfying. The other reason though is I have a theory that BB is not only a real physical ailment but there’s also certain quite uncomfortable and, yes, painful side effects. And Adam is just the boy to test this theory.

So Matt, Dan anyone who knows Adams weaknesses in regards to the “ladies” please click on the Eve’s webdiary link and let me know. That way it’s a thoroughly researched, informed and controlled experiment.

I’ll be updating on Adams blog of the changes over the coming days and maybe weeks and quite cruelly months to let you know if my theory is proved correct.

To any skanky hos out there who aim to prematurely end the experiment, be warned my nicknames are not Evil and Miss Sassy Kitten for nothing.

To the boys I offend with this study, rest assured Adams sacrifice is for the greater good of mankind, if proved correct in my wondering, I have no doubt scientist will market a drug to ensure the side effects are relieved and politicians may even push through legislation requiring anyone with this painful affliction to undergo certain physical remedies, hopefully by girls with soft, soft, tanned skin with great racks.

So Adam, good luck babe, think you’re going to need it.

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Gets me every time…. girl starts talking about the fact that she has soft skin…. that’s me, stick a fork in me i’m done…

I don’t know…. exposed backs and shoulders.. that’s it for me… hence why I am the king of the massage….. I’m sure the call centre staff here are all just a little too excited when I need a break from whatever coding/admin/crap work i’m doing and I start handing them out….

Now i’m being teased about it… and not by a girl who’s even close (geographically), she’s just teasing me because she’s picked up on the fact that i’ve got a thing for it………

She be crazy! … and she’s attempting to give me blue balls… it’s working….. *grumble*..

stupid blue balls…
Soft skin folks, it’s the devil
A

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They call it the “Quarter-life Crisis.” It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn’t know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren’t exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most importan ones. What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job. It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared. You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. But then you realize that maybe they weren’t so great after all.

You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. You are insecure and then secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can’t meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. You love someone but maybe you can love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person.
One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap and getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.

You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you’d just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

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Eve: Switched on mofo’s aren’t they hehehe

ha … ha ha…. ha…. *cough* … ha

you a tard!
(note: no, I don’t expect anyone except Eve and I to understand this post)
Kudos to Matt, best friend, quiet, unassuming, NOT commitment-phobic (*smile*), plays lots of computer games, movie fan and fucking most loyal motherfucker I know……. and as Pete “Fargan” Dargan once quoted… ‘Matt, fuck, that guy could score a root in a church’

Gotta love the direct approach

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