How "Evil" are YOU?

You Are 60% Evil

You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side. Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.

How Evil Are You?

And if you want to test your American smarts, try this quiz as well;

You Are a Smart American

You know a lot about US history, and you're opinions are probably well informed. Congratulations on bucking stereotypes. Now go show some foreigners how smart Americans can be.

Are You a Dumb American?

Here's a cool site called My Heritage Face Recongnition- Celebrity matches that King sent me, its fun to try out different photos and see the results :D I tried one of my photos from last summer, and felt I closely resembled Holly Hunter (shape of her face), Jensen Ackles (the facial layout of eyes, nose and mouth) and Eva Longoria (the nose and mouth. Agree? Disagree?

The break from Clyde has served a purpose and has allowed me to get my affairs in order. I realize I tend to overstretch myself with plans with friends or Clyde and volunteering as well as working 3 jobs. I think Clyde and I spent too much time together in the past to the point I wasn't taking care of my responsibility and becomming unreliable for social engagements. I have to work on scheduling myself accordingly and learn to say "No" every now and then. Clyde doesn't seem to mind me taking this break and I am happy he is cool with it. Afterall if you aren't healthy or happy how can you date someone seriously when your life is a mess? I don't want Clyde to be my "savior" nor do I want to neglect other areas in my life that are important to me and give meaning to my life, makes my soul happier. Its nice to keep in contact with him through emails and reading his blog helps too.

Sent out a lot of resume last Mondays and already got 2 different companies contacting me for interview or possible work. This is good to know that my skills and resume is actually helping me find work now. I figure if I accept one of the offers which would start out pt here in Manhattan 2 days a week for 2 hour session, that would be a good way to build a rapport with this organization and possibly lead to FT work this summer or fall. See see?

Last but not least, this has been floating around on the net forever and for shits and giggles (yeah yeah, I stole the line from GI Jane the movie) I felt like posting it here, have fun!

A Dog's Diary

7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!

8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!

9 am - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!

Noon - Oh boy! The yard! My favorite!

2 pm - Oh boy! A car ride! My favorite!

3 pm - Oh boy! The kids! My favorite!

4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! My favorite!

6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom! My favorite!

7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad! My favorite!

8 pm - Oh boy! Dog food! My favorite!

9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs on the couch! My favorite!

11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my people's bed! My favorite!


A Cat's Diary

Day 183 of my captivity. My cars continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.

Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded. Maybe I should try this at the top of the stairs.
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In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. I must try this on their bed.

Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little kitty cat I was. This is not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing something called "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.

The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He speaks with them regularly, and I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait.

It's only a matter of time.