Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

I wish to become famous, and that I would have a large following of fans and fanatics of my stories.

In these stories, I will include a man with one toe, so that someone may choose to imitate him as closely as possible by cutting off all but one toe on a foot, and then, finally, there will be pictures on the internet of a man with one toe.

Schroe Dot Org (1:58:26 AM): “Daniel” is the shitface who gives me trouble. He was doing it again tonight.
J Jorenko (1:58:40 AM): At TB?
Schroe Dot Org (1:58:44 AM): Yes. Threatened to file a grievance against me, just because I asked him to make one fucking taco supreme while he was standing around doing shit and I was cleaning my line.
J Jorenko (1:59:37 AM): Dear arse.
Schroe Dot Org (1:59:49 AM): It took him five minutes to make it.
J Jorenko (1:59:49 AM): If he’s wrong, what the hell can that do, anyway?
Schroe Dot Org (1:59:53 AM): Nothing.
J Jorenko (1:59:57 AM): Good.
Schroe Dot Org (2:00:40 AM): While he was making it, another order came up. And he just stood there, doing nothing, again. And I was still cleaning. Everyone else was just standing around, too. Read the rest of this entry »

I had a dream last night that someone broke into my apparment to rob it. When they came into my room, I just said, “Whatever, just let me sleep.” and they took all my stuff and let me sleep.

Well, I’m fucked.

I’m careful with my money, to an extent. I work within my budget, but my budget does not allow other people’s misfortunes, or other people’s involves in a bad manner.

I spent too much when I went home.
Mike didn’t pay me this month.
My credit card is locked.
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YAY First time back behind the counter of a Taco Bell in 7-8 months. I still got the speed, I still got the skills, and I hate it that there’s people there who can’t wrap 1/6 the speed of me.

J Jorenko (12:25:08 AM): I locked my keys in my car and just got in
Schroe Dot Org (12:25:19 AM): …
Schroe Dot Org (12:25:24 AM): . .            .
Schroe Dot Org (12:25:33 AM): . .                         .
J Jorenko (12:25:45 AM): That’s what I said.

*recalls a dream*
There was this bit of space that was perfectly empty. Outer space, that is.

And it moved.

We (Jorenko and I) were sitting at a train yard and watching the nothing. They’d predicted the end of the world, so we decided to watch the nothing attack and destroy us all. The nothing moved across the sky, consuming anything near it. After a while, it stopped consuming things, because there was nothing near enough to it to be consumed – it’d entered our solar system. Read the rest of this entry »

schnorks> Yumblie, are there any plans to release RMB RPG 2 for the palm pilot?
Yumblie> There are 4.
schnorks> Four what?
Yumblie> Plans.
schnorks> What are they?
Yumblie> Top secret!

Schroe Dot Org (7:46:29 PM): Why are the pictures scary?
ettin64 (7:47:17 PM): That question is easily answered. You see
ettin64 signed off at 7:47:23 PM.

I work at Taco Bell again. One week after starting, I will be training to be a Shift Manager.

Being cute is cool. I just got a free cab ride. He asked for my number; I gave him the apartment number and told him my name was Amy. XD

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I find myself in a hospital bed. The doctor was about to perform surgery on me to remove eggs for donation. (I had read an ad for egg donation earlier this week, and it pays $5000) The doctor asks me if I’m ready, and I say sure. As he comes at me with the knife, I stop him. He then says, “There is no anesthesia for this operation.” He proceeds with the operation, all the while I’m screaming. Eventually, I pass out from the pain. I wake up in the waiting room, in the hospital gown. I start sobbing, wailing for my mother, but everyone ignores me. I sit in the crowded waiting room alone.

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http://gfishbone.com/heroname.php

Villains fear me.
Heroes envy me.

Amanda Marie Schroeder is…
The Toxic Mindbender

Schroe is…
The Early-Morning Spectre Read the rest of this entry »

Originally done when I was still in Chicago, so the entry has been back-dated to half a million years ago.

Avid Diablo 2 players ahoy.

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Love is a term thrown around to lightly.

So is “friend.”