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So on Thursday I went for an interview at an investment bank for a vague position. I would never have seen myself going corporate because I don't into hostile take overs and espionage, but as it came closer to the day I started getting more excited about it, going corporate means more money, more money means a better quality of life for me.

So it rolls around, I more or less blow their socks off.

I then received a phone call today informing that they liked me but I lacked corporate experience.

You can't get a job in the corporate world because you lack experience, but you can't get experience in the corporate world because they won't employ you.

It's a vicious circle, I thought I'd be grief stricken or mad at striking out again, but I'm not, you know why? Because that's life motherfuckers. Time to go out and do shit.

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So I've been working at very low profit Subway for a while. This store can easily be run by three people, it used to only need two people, but we picked up business about a year ago when an incompetent man bought a Subway about a mile down the road from us. All of the regulars that used to go to that Subway started coming to my store instead because it was so close, and cleaner, and everyone spoke english. But now that moronic man has decided to buy the Subway I work at. I just know he is going to ruin this business like he did with his other one. Then I'll be out of a job because my store will only need two workers once again, and those workers will be my new boss, and his brother my new manager. I need to find a new job, fast.

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God dammit why can't women just be honest
I'm so hurt I wan't to kill myself, but of course i don;t have the strength to do such a thing.

I just hate everything, I'm so lost I'm drunk....I wish you could just see how much i love you, Fuck you hurt me so much,....cunt....

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I can't ever seem to get any work done. Everyday I find myself in the same position. I should be doing tons of work but instead I sit around my apartment. I try to force myself to stand up and doing something but I just can't. I start to feel this horrible frustration and my brain starts to hurt. Other times I'll pace around my apartment as if my head was spinning. I'm very easily distracted. Turning on my computer is pretty much the same thing as deciding I don't want to do anything today, because once it's on I will become distracted for hours and not even realize it.

I'm very motivated and I do a lot of personal development. I have a lot of goals and I'm determined to reach them, but sometimes it's as if I'm not in control of those things.

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That moment when you realize you are in love, head over heals, with that fucking mess of a girl you banged on again and off again for a few years. Yeah the cold one that could give a single fuck about anything ever, almost completely devoid of all emotion. Until she breaks down after fucking your brains out and tells you about the years of sexual abuse by her foster father and all the horrible shit that goes into living a terrible life. How for the first time ever she feels something real, love, for you. And what do you do? Also being a cold, emotionless, heartless fuck who gave up on those inefficient and utterly useless emotions many years ago in a vain attempt to protect your still growing ego, you just look at her with disdain as you thing you are watching someone disgrace themselves in front of you. Watch with an empty stare this sad pathetic creature laying in your bed. You reject her, you have only one need from her, that is her body. fast forward about 3 years, you and said girl still sporadically have contact, some times you sleep together sometimes she just tries to start arguments. You don't care. You feel nothing. You decide to try acid with your Friend, who you met and stayed close to well before the events that lead you to abandoning emotion. He went down a similar path, one of cold calculating, remorseless efficiency.

You are reborn.

you realize your whole life was a lie. Everything you believed was wrong , something deep down inside you is re-awoken you feel strange.

You feel.

You begin a new life, your friend also newly forged into a real human being. You try and correct your wrongs, sometimes you fail sometimes you succeed. You get hurt, and you move on, dealing with the pain that you ran away from your whole short life. then one day it happens, a phone buzzes in your pocket. A text message, from a number not saved in your phone but you know instantly who it is by looking at the number. they have no idea the journey you have embarked on in the last year. they want to see you. You feel shame, you feel revulsion as you think about everything that has to do with this person, you think of that one moment. The lowest point in your whole god damn life, the point of utter failure that is you. You text her back, agreeing to see her. You haven't seen her in about a year, other than random posts that sometimes comes up on Facebook you have zero idea what she has been doing. The day that has to pass before you see her is a day spent agonizing over the past wondering what could happen, what you should do. The day passes slowly, you cant sleep, you feel sick, and depressed. The drive is numbing, you haven't slept for a good 20 hours, its hard to focus on anything. you arrive at the pre-mentioned place. She hops in your car and you begin the drive home. Little to no words are exchanged, none of importance at least. You don't look at her, finding new found foucous to dri Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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I'm feeling blue because I realized that I may never get to go on a road trip with some of my closest friends, swimming in pools of ice cold spring water, laughing with my girl.

Why're you guys so fucking glum?

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I don't think there should be gun laws but there definitely should be new gun regulations. Why does any citizen need an AR-15? That's not a gun for hunting (you're a pathetic ass hunter if you need one) and it's definitely not needed for protection. That's a weapon designed for the sole use of killing. Yes, people should have the right to a handgun for protection and people have a right to a sporting rifle but none of these things should be something that you can go down to target and just buy. There should be a process to buying a gun. Training, more thorough background checks, regular renewals. If you want a bigger gun you should have to get a higher license. And no one should be allowed to purchase a military level weapon. This man bought at least 4 guns in the span of a few months. How can people look at that fact and still not think there is a problem with how guns are handled?

The fact is, people are calling this incident one of the worst shootings in recent history but that's bullshit. This happens every few years and every few years it's always the same thing. These kids obtained several guns easily and legally. Every time gun nuts go crazy about the people who aren't trying to take away their rights but trying to make it harder to own a shit ton of guns. And every time nothing happens. And then, what do you know? Some guy shoots up a college, some guy shoots up a movie theater. In a few years some guy's going to shoot up something else and we're all going to be having this same conversation.

Oh, and on the point of if someone had a gun in that movie theater everything would have been different... that is... and I'm sorry to say this, so stupid. Holmes had the element of surprise, smoke bombs and head-to-toe kevlar armor. A guy with a gun in the movie theater would have been good for jack shit. He'd probably be one of the first ones dead from the mere fact that to get a good aim in a smoke-filled dark theater he'd have to be in direct fire of a man spray-firing with an Ar-15.

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But the oil in it begins to get cloudy and solidify at those temperatures, making the salad dressing disgusting until it gets back to room temperature.

Fuck you Paul Newman. Charity work be damned. Fuck you.

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I fucking hate feminists, more fucking retarded than retarded people.

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Hey /rnb/. So, I was excited about a month ago because I finally secured a job at a new place opening up in town. I passed the drug test, everyone who interviewed me loved me and I was told I was going to get a call toward the end of November.

Then Sandy happened, knocked my cable out for two weeks. Since then, phone's given me a lot of trouble. I don't own a cell phone since I can't afford one. Anyway, Comcast is shit when it comes to problem solving, so I finally got my phones back up and I tried to reach Human Resources in order to see where I stood with my job because I was supposed to get a call about my hours. Basically, the lady sounded pissed at me for a problem I had little to no fucking control over and she told me, "We'll see if we still need you."

Anyway, I decided that if she doesn't call back, I'm going to call and bother them every day until they give me that fucking job even if I get another job in the process.

Still, fuck everything.