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Assessment - Genghis Khan Mongolian Barbeque Review
Genghis Khan Mongolian Barbeque
24506 West Lyons Avenue
Santa Clarita, California, North America

Date: 1330 207/4068
Genre: Mongolian Barbeque/Chinese Buffet
Serving: $9.95 (Lunch)

You could scour the shores of Mongolian barbeque enchantment and rarely sequester such a banquet as one would find at this location. The plethora of variety consumes the diner with an overwhelming savor, giving only the clout of disappointment to the architect of the contents. Fully stocked and finely sliced meats aside vast quantities of properly wedged fruits and vegetables to be bathed in a lengthy discourse of sauces and spices, culminating with a dexterous chef who walks the entrée around the hibachi styled circular grill to a subtled perfection. Even the carbonated beverages seem superior. The accompanied buffet features the traditional faire with an occasional specialty though vastly pedestrian to the barbeque alterative. Should you aspire to amplify your dining atmosphere, come famished and journey to this 'oriental' cuisine tucked away in it's eldered setting.

Elsewhere - Plugged
Electronic noise pollution? Interpret the entire Jack in the Box menu into your cellular phone and ponder the justified malignant brain tumor later.

The American Dialect: 'Um...' is swiftly replaced by 'Huh?'. I implore you to feel free to join the rest of us here on Earth. Sure, the clamor is far less callused than the latest Kardinal Offishal featuring Akon LP but I'm sure you will cope. I know we'd like you back, so that you can again hear our cries of grief as you dysfunctionally interrelate.

Relativity [rel-uh-tiv-i-tee] n.
   1. the state or fact of being relative.
Relative [rel-uh-tiv] n.
   1. considered in relation to something else; comparative.

Perfectly natural and safe...aside from the incapacitating neurochemical abnormalities. Do you require a definition of abnormalities?

"Ignore your peripheral dear, it's just nature."

"And, to our righ—oh nevermind."

Assessment - LA Fitness (Valencia) Review
LA Fitness (Valencia)
28211 Newhall Ranch Road
Valencia, California, North America

Date: 186-218/4068
Genre: Athletic Club
Cost: $39 (Single Club Access)

Seemingly a rudimentary configuration, one might be led to believe that formulating and sustaining an athletic club would be relatively effortless. This would be true if the foundation of the business infrastructure was sound. This particular LA Fitness would stand on the equivalent of a several day old dried crumbling pile of feces. With numerous inadequacies, this athletic club fails to even make the grade. A cadre of noteworthy failures:

1. A defectively constructed plumbing system that disables the functionality of any of the water supplies (showers/faucets) -– flushing a toilet to the sufferance of the bather should not reside in a commercial environment.

2. Frequent dilapidated machinery that musters for days. Loose hardware (bolts), damaged padding/grips and lack of lubrication.

3. Inadequate quantity of high volume equipment versus needless excessiveness of low volume apparatuses. A simple strap handle is often hard to come by during sluggish operating hours.

4. Uncleanly or often over-chlorinated pool –- Band-Aids seeking residence?

5. Pallid operating hours deficient for a contemporarily employed young adult. Monday through Thursday 4-24. Friday 4-22. Saturday and Sunday 8-20.

Having resided in this middle-upper class locale for a scant three years, this athletic club sorely disappoints and I highly suggest avoidance at all costs, to even a degree of adopting a personalized budgeted home fitness regiment.

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She Doesn't Know And Neither Did I
It's four minutes past the moment when you think the day turns to the next but I know better. I know it doesn't just go away. It sticks around until I decide it's the next. Could be after I wake up or it could be when my brain rattles itself into realizing I've been awake for far too long. Either way, it's still today.

It's now five minutes past. A minute ticks off without worry. Now confined within a few breaths and words cluttered together in this attempt to justify what I think is worthy of those ticking moments.

What are they?

It's that you're dangerous.

I've spent a lifetime suspicious and still fallible and here you are uttering words that echo through an empty hall bouncing back at me, giving me an idea of distance in the still darkness. Yet, I still reach out. Hoping not to bump into the night. Hoping more so, not to fall.

When words are more dangerous than actions, temptation riles my passions. It's dirty in here...my head. Filled with desperation and wit coughing up through billowing smoke. I'm surprised my own mind has deserted me. Maybe it knows something it's afraid to tell me. Maybe it already has.

Maybe taking those ticking moments for myself, without morals, was it's way of telling me what day it is.

It's late.

Yet, I'm not weary. Fools gold. I get it. I knew it then.

Someone get the lights, I don't want to see what I do next.

Love, Tv.