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Over the past 2 years I have been fortunate enough to work along side several prominent websites that have given me many opportunities to succeed. That will not change, and if anything, I will be adding more to my already loaded portfolio. What has changed is my own self-worth. My fees have gone up, and with it so has the experience my client will encounter when displaying my work. Whether it’s ad supported or not, life doesn’t stop for pussies, and I have to keep moving forward.

I am also leaving Oregon to return home. Dallas has been calling me for sometime to come back to her, but up to this point I had let it go unnoticed. I will be leaving July 28th. Oregon is a shithole.

2010 isn’t over with, and neither is my impact on it. Moving to Dallas is propelling me forward, and I can’t help but feel excited about the possibilities. Larger market, more associates, and  tremendously affectionate females, are just some of the things I have been missing living in PDX. Don’t get me wrong, a few trains have been run, but I have never been completely into it. I always had one foot in, and one foot out.

So to the 3 people that will read this, don’t worry too much about Rusty. Things have been great, but they are about to get awesometown great.

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Today when I woke up, after being deathly sick for the past 2 days, I found a note on my kitchen counter from my room mate. It said, “I am giving my notice. July 31st will be my last day here.” Now since he was gone, and I had no means of rebuttal, I thought this was this most chicken shit thing anyone could do. Leave a note, and not be around to get a debate on it. Horse SHIT! So I text him to infer exactly what he meant by this note. I wrote, “Your last day where?” I was confused. Was he talking about his job? Was he talking about killing himself? Who knows, but I could only rationalize it as he was moving out of our apartment, leaving me alone to take care of everything. I got no response, and when he came home I was asleep, so I didn’t get a chance to talk to him. Instead I decided to write him a letter to find when he woke up this morning. I will post it verbatim.

I am assuming that since you did not respond to any of my texts, and that I didn’t see some silly ass note posted on the counter again, you, like me, hate confrontation. I will attempt to lay some things out for you slowly, so you can understand exactly what it is you are doing.

Before that, don’t think I give a shit about you moving out and forcing my hand to do the same. It was time to move on and whatever it was I was waiting for got pushed a little faster to fruition, and for that I actually appreciate it. The problem I am having is that at no time, except for a brief 5 minute smoke session where you said you needed to move out and get a place for you and Jimmy, did you bring up any grievances of any kind. Maybe you held a bunch of shit in, and maybe that’s why the talk of us getting a 3 bedroom stopped coming up. I heard your excuse, and I understand all too well that the court situation will be improved by Jimmy having his own room, and space of his own. Unlike what your actions speak, I have tried hard to show you and your son hospitality and respect in everything that comes from being a room mate. This is especially hard when I had to deal with the two laziest people I have ever had the fortune of rooming with. And maybe that’s it. Maybe you were tired of hearing me bitch about stuff that normal people find common decency when living with other people. Or maybe you have another problem. Or maybe the fact that you haven’t been laid since the 90′s and see me bring home pussy all the time has you bothered. Either way moving out on me, when I needed at the very least another month shows me what kind of person you are, and it has really disappointed me.

Maybe it was the milk thing. Yeah I noticed, as I am sure you noticed as well the lines marking the amount of milk in the fridge. I didn’t do that because I give a shit about you drinking my milk, I did it because I saw you had none, and I knew for a fact that you were too lazy to go buy any before just drinking mine. It was a social experiment to see if you really were that lazy and would just drink it. Then you did, and obviously poured some back in. To me it’s funny, but to you I guess it pissed you off sending you in some retarded tirade where you were like , “fuck this I’m writing a note, and I’m leaving.” Funny Jim.

I am a lot of things but I am a very generous person. I am not stingy when it comes to anything that I have or helping either one of you on numerous occasions. I may not have fixed your computer fully, but I got you on the Internet. Think about that. Your piece of shit Windows ME computer that hadn’t worked in a year. I was able to get you on porn sites when the real thing had continuously failed you. I can remember when we first moved in and several times after cooking dinner and offering you some even if you didn’t want any. I can’t remember one time being offered anything from you. In fact, I have taken Jimmy tons of places with me and Kaden and not once did I hear a thank you, or “that’s cool” for taking him. Or even recently asking me to pick you up some milk even though I wasn’t going any where near a store. You got almost exasperated when I said I wasn’t going to the store, so I said I would. And I did. Did I get a thank you? LOL Nope. Then you probably got upset at me asking for the $2.50 back for buying it. Did I owe you that? I can’t remember. I actually did need to do some laundry, so I figured it was a good way to get quarters.

In the beginning it was just me and you, and things were fine. When the option of having your son come live with us I was all for it. He’s a good kid, and he needed his father. I empathized with your situation and because I considered you a friend, it was a no brainer for me to not contest him living with us. I put up with the constant mess, your 13 year old sons dirty masturbating towels, the deplorable conditions of the floor, hallway, kitchen, and everything in between, and several times cleaning up both of your shit just so I can have a decent clean apartment and not be fucking embarrassed when I had company. So I bitched, big fucking deal. You’re a grownup that should know all this stuff already, and instead of brushing it off, you could have made efforts to curtail the behavior both of you had. Oh yeah, you did the dishes, and you cleaned the kitchen, but just because you have done something a couple of times, doesn’t mean you can’t continue to be clean.

So I want you to think about something, other than being off the Internet for 2 days last year, you have never had any problems with me for the bills. That was my responsibility and I took care of it. After all, every single bill is in my name, and I certainly don’t want anything turned off while I’m living here. I have also cleaned this entire house more times than you can imagine. Often times 90% of which wasn’t even my shit to clean up. I have dealt with the fact that your food takes over the entire refrigerator, the smells from your room make girls run fast past to my bedroom, and your personal hygiene can be described as medieval at best. I can also deal with the fact that I pay $135 more in rent to seclude myself in my room. I have always helped out when I can, I don’t eat your food, and I think as friends go, you really couldn’t ask for a better person to be on your side. So what do you do? You give me 30 days notice to find some place to live. That’s a real fucking crappy thing to do to a person that has spent most of his time in his room to avoid your stench, and given you and your son basically the entire living room to spread out all your shit, and use my furniture as your own. I appreciate that. It reminds me that no matter what you do in life, people are either givers or takers.

I am a social creature always doing stuff and going places. I have girls over all the time and I am embarrassed by the appearance of all your shit everywhere each time I walk them through the door. I have to make up some excuse why my room mates are lazy shits who cant seem to do normal human activities. You never leave the house, you never have friends over, and I have yet to see you with one single girl. In fact the one time I hooked you up with a friend of the girl I was seeing at the time, you came off creepy and she was pissed at me for months for making her be around you. I have tried to instill confidence in you and even prodded you to make your own blog and share your knowledge of financial systems with the world. So I really don’t get where you can in all good conscience bail on someone who really has been the only one to listen to you bitch about your job, keep you from almost jumping off a parking structure, or anything that a friend needs help figuring out. I really don’t deserve the treatment I have gotten, or the condition that I have been forced to live in.

As for you “giving notice.” Who did you give notice to? Me? LOL Wtf does that do? Nothing. As soon as I got your note I asked Ariel if you had talked to her and she said no, which probably means when you were writing that you were writing out of emotion, rather than rationally thinking about what you were doing. We both know you have a below average IQ, but I’ll chalk it up to you being upset about milk and laugh as I think about it. I think that if you really had as many problems with me as you think you do, you should have been a man and come and talked to me about it instead of flying off and making a spur of the moment decision that you had no relevant information to base it on.

I hope you know Jim that I did consider you a friend, and god knows the many problems you have in life have worried me as well. I worry about the choice you are making and what it will mean for you and your son, but your life is yours to live. No matter how you justify your reasoning for “just deciding” to bail on me,(especially since I stay in my room all the time to avoid the mess) You need the space for your son, and I get that, but I’m not stupid either and know that you have some weird rational in that worrying head of yours that I have been some terrible room mate. I have had dozens of room mates in the past and I have nothing but glowing references from all of them. Many of which I am still friends. So I can leave knowing that this is your problem, not mine. In the future on your long journey to mediocrity, you should really take more of an effort to be a better person to those that can tolerate you. You only get one chance in this life, and people like you should try as hard as you can to be decent, not dirty asshole fuckers.

tl;dr My socially inept room mate is bailing on me leaving me with all the bills and this is my response

Think I was too harsh?

My soon to be ex-room mate

And his Son

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So, as I have mentioned in a previous post, Reddit has celebrated an unusual holiday for its members and I decided to participate. Basically, Arbitrary Day is the half-way point till christmas, and in the same tradition, Reddit organized a “secret-santa” of sorts with its members in the US and Europe. Out of the many people that I could have gotten, I was lucky enough to get a good one.

I received 4 gifts in total from my secret santa. The first one was “

The Outer Limits Ebonite Action Figure Sideshow Mint.” I can’t begin to describe what it is, or what it pertains to. However, the picture says it all.

The second gift was in the same style, but had a little twist to it. It was another figurine, but something that I am much more familiar with. The limited edition, “Freddy Krueger 12 inch New Nightmare.”

The 3rd gift I received made me laugh so hard I had to put it down and walk away for a minute. It was 2 “thumb covers” decorated in the Mexican wrestling masks that are so famous. These “thumb wrestling masks” are so freaking cool, I am still tickled to think someone sent me these.

The final gift was something that I never thought I would be interested in, but since I got it, I can’t put it down. It’s a graphic novel of “Hellboy,” and the detail inside is just incredible.

I have to thank the person who was my “secret Santa,” for these simply awesome gifts. The time and energy that went into putting together this package  for me, is really beyond words. You are an incredible gift giver, and karma my friend will return your generosity. Well played sir.

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Reddit – I can tell you from personal experience, you will love and hate this site. It is addicting and aggravating at the same time. I can’t really explain what it is very well, but I will say it’s kind of like a site that members scour the net looking for the cool or interesting , and then put it into a forum where it can be voted up or down by interest.  WARNING!!!! Only go to this site if you are bored with the internet. It will change your life.

Reddit Gifts- This is the associated site for the gift giving activities Reddit hosts. Here you can see some of the other gifts that were given out for this years Arbitrary Day. I have to say, people on here are awesome at spoiling each other.

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So I have set up my droid to be able to post on the go. Pretty cool huh? Well maybe to some of you I am behind the times, but to those people all I have to say is, fuck you chump I’m still learning! Anyways, I thought that this would be a great way to keep in touch this summer, just in case I am not super close to a connection. We will see how it works.

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Check out this exclusive concert epic from Absolut and Jayz. The kids still got it. Probably one of the coolest biopics I have seen in a long time. Personally I am a fan of Jay Z and his longevity. His music can mark paths in my life that take me back every time I hear one of his tracks.

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Yes I am a father, but what does that mean? A father doesn’t merely conceive a child, rather a father has to give everything for his children. Can I say that is the case for myself? I think I can. For as long as I can remember I have lived in a place that I would never consider if it were not for my son. I have lived here for him. I pushed aside several relationships for him, and I have at times, discontinued my own happiness in order for him to have his father in his life. Do I have regrets? Of course I do, but I do not regret 1 sacrifice I have made for him. A real father disregards his own happiness for that of his child’s. I have no regrets.

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So summer has begun, and once again I find myself with the opportunity to spend it in the place I love, Texas. Some people wonder why I love Texas so much, and why I always want to go there. I can sum it up very simply, the people. There is something so inviting about the people in Texas, that I can only suggest a visit for explanation.

I find myself at a crossroads in life again, and it seems to have been pressing me for a lot longer than I have noticed. It has been compounded with my current living situation, which to say the least is down right weird. I say weird because my roommate and his socially inept son, have been silently causing so much anguish in my life that I have secluded myself in my room, if I am home at all. And the ironic thing about this is that even though I can list several dozen reasons why they are the worst roommates I have ever lived with (and if I count, there have been at least 26,) they are quietly conspiring to preform a Coup d’état as soon as I leave for the summer. They are silently trying to move out, and I won’t be here to stop them. For some reason I get the feeling that they feel I am the “bad” roommate, when although I can’t fill their shoes and see myself, I can not for the life of me see anything I have done to deserve it. I guess it comes down to their selfishness that has blinded them to the fact that I am an awesome roommate. I pay my bills, I help them with their varied problems, I never eat their food (even though they eat mine,) I stay out of their way when missionaries from the Mormon church invade my home weekly, and I give advice to a massively awkward, socially retarded, chronic masturbating, pathological lying thirteen year old. I would say I have been more than awesome when it comes to being a good proactive roommate.

In my apartments, everyone knows and loves me. Why? Because I am a social creature who actively seeks human contact, and hates being alone. What do my roommates do? They destroy my couch laying all over it, watch TV constantly, and I have seen exactly 1 girl come over on his account. In fact his ex-girlfriend warned me when he moved in that they were dirty, dirty, people, but I had no idea how incredibly dirty and nasty 2 people with almost reasonable intelligence could be. It’s sad really that nobody in their lives has ever taught them the simplest things in hygiene and cleanliness. I can’t imagine them living on their own. Their house will be a constant disaster.

Oh my god! And the smell!! Everybody has a smell. When you visit someone’s house, you can smell their odor. Mostly this is not a big deal and most people have a decent odor that is not offensive. But my roommates smell is simply the grossest smell I have ever smelled. It’s like if you took dirty socks, wrapped them in a shit covered curry fish sandwich, and lit it on fire. How they don’t smell it and throw up, I will never know.

So, my summer is not starting off too well you see, but soon I will be out of here. If they do decide to leave on me, I will be forced to make some real important decisions. I may have to leave Oregon where my son lives and I don’t really want to do that. I would miss him more than anything, and it may add a layer of stress that I don’t really need in my life right now.

I think I am just going to focus on making serious money this summer and getting laid as much as possible. It has been 2 months, 3 days, and 16 hours since my last romp and it’s an embarrassing fact to admit. I guess it’s mostly due to the fact I have been working so much and not thinking about myself as often. Summer 2010 will change everything.

An update on my roommate situation can be found right here.

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