| holy shit! what's her name's not dead? part II |
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and once again, here i am, slacking it up and doing my worst to make up for it.
but man, whodathunk that things would have gone so poorly, so quickly, from being relatively neutral for a period of time?
hm. vague. yes.
but perhaps it will encourage me to recap what i mean by what i mean to say.
or perhaps not.
such is the way of the discouraged illiterate. wow, that should be "ill-it-er-ah-tay" but i can't seem to get the keyboard to do that "e" with the little cap atop to denote it as such. perhaps this will make people think i am illiterate. as in can't read. word.
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| holy shit! what's her name's not dead? |
[22 Jan 2007|08:07am] |
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and yeah, obviously i haven't been in the mood to post. for some time.
why? eh. the busy schedule (HA), the fugitive status, the everyone hating my guts, (well, not specifically my guts, i'm sure very few people have a direct problem with my guts, not counting the blind man who got tangled in a section of my lower intestines and has yet to be heard from again, but mostly my guts do the hating. of me.) the fear, the drama and the haterade.
the filth, the fury, the destruction of beauty.
and now that i have found myself in the awkward situation of becoming sans a familial unit, there's really nothing left for me here in the land of snow and purple rain...
but i suppose you could argue that now the world is my oyster, or soy-based equivalent-
and anyone who's got beef with my entry starting out with "and" can bite me. or the dust.
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| fuck you lucy |
[15 Mar 2006|10:12am] |
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i think i need to reiterate this: A Walk To Remember is a fucking terrible movie.
Seriously, it's fucking shite to be me right now, and i still want my two hours back.
it's all fucking trash anyway, man. everything and everyone gets thrown away.
cheesus christ, man, i wish i were dead all the time, but seriously, i wish mandy moore was dead even more.
nicholas sparks should die too for spewing forth from his foul "creative" loins, this vomit-inducing excuse for a piece of at best "trite drabbble" literature. i think my eyes are bleeding. and my ears.
on the upside, i got to laugh at someone saying "i have leukemia" without being punched.
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| Dazzle me, soymilk! |
[07 Feb 2006|10:06pm] |
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God-damn good for nothing non-working kidneys. Another night in the hospital, and another kidney infection. More antibiotics and shit. Sigh.
I was really looking forward to Trivia this weekend, but it seems like things are getting all shitty. You know, cause i'm sick and all... Probably won't be able to do the shirts like i wanted, which sucks.
Adam is a grammar nazi. Even more than I am.
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| well duh |
[06 Feb 2006|11:56am] |
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| You Are Scary | 
You even scare scary people sometimes! |
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| chemical burns, and the shadow approaches... |
[02 Feb 2006|03:26am] |
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i got an e-mail from Rob Halford the other day.
he says he is, indeed alive.
i never doubted him, or his existence, for a minute.
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| love sucks. hard. |
[20 Jan 2006|10:16am] |
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it's not st. valentine's day yet...but who likes valentine's day anyway? the alternative:
find the one you love. and make them bleed.
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| sleep is for the weak |
[18 Jan 2006|08:09am] |
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Dawson's Creek is on-which means i'm not sleeping again...
which is probably why Rammstein is singing to me in spanish
my dog has turned around at least a dozen times in the same spot
oh and...i'm totally superior:
The sorting hat says that I belong in Slytherin!
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those whose ancestry is purest."
Slytherin students are typically cunning and hungry for power. Important members include Draco Malfoy (Harry's nemesis), Professor Severus Snape (head of Slytherin), and Lord Voldemort.
Take the most scientific Harry Potter
Quiz ever created.
Get Sorted Now!
i guess i was one point away from gryffindor. that's kinda odd.
but i suppose no odder than listening to german punk and hip-hop at the same time as Aqua. you, know, barbie girl, etc...ach! ich bin so lustig! Gott, ich bin also Punkfelsen verletzt es!
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| someone guy who's engaged to a plushie thinks johnny cash is a poser |
[16 Jan 2006|06:23am] |
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it never ceases to amaze me what some people find erotic. or what seemingly normal things people can roughly twist into something sick and disgusting, or sexy and erotic as they find it. "and, on second thought, russian roulette doesn't seem like such a bad idea" it's all a matter of perspective, i said.
"I had a dream last night and i thought I'd say it in here: I wake up in some room, I'm about to play my violin class starts then a friend from school his name's Austin starts messing with the teacher's stuff and the instructor starts telling us about some strange beans that are long and wormy and they eat away your brain. I feel something wormy in my head and then everything goes black. When I wake up I'm in a hospital type room, Austin is cut apart on the table next to me and I'm covered in blood. I ry to get up but I'm strapped down."
November 27, 1992
I found my old journals. That was the very first entry of book 1. Little kids are funny.
Bad Guy
What is your anime occupation? (pics)
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| mmm, that tastes like high school... |
[13 Jan 2006|02:52pm] |
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i've been watching general hospital for twenty minutes now, and i have yet to see a single licensed medical professional.
and i now have first hand knowledge that kool-aid can, indeed, go bad.
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| bibleman to the rescue |
[09 Jan 2006|03:57am] |
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"This is a god-damned bitch of an unsatisfactory situation," -Jack Twist
I just ate .56 grams of cranberries.
there's a web comic that has me as a charcter in it. i find this slighty unsettling. but more on that later.
nothing better than sitting next to one's mum watching "adult situations" and have to explain what's happening every now and then.
what's next for our fearless/forlorn antiprotagonist weeZy? Why this good clean fun! Cause testing keeps food on my doctor's table.
NOTE: mojo passes this sneak peek along with hopes that it won't suck too hard.
i wish i had a gay cowboy boyfriend.
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| I masterbated 2 pictures of a Zombie because they suck. |
[06 Jan 2006|09:49am] |
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********Pick the month u were born in***********
January: I raped
February: I hate
March: I ate pizza with
April: I get horny wen i see
May: I love
June: I kissed
July: I cooked pasta with
August: I made a porno with
September: I did
October: I pissed on
Novemeber: I shot
December: I masterbated 2 pictures of
********Pick the date of your birthday*********
1: Quagmire
2: The Colts
3: Mi Mom
4: The Village People
5: Mi Cousin
6: The mailman
7: Jessica Simpson
8: Some Randon Chick
9: Derek Jeter
10: A Fat Guy
11: A Kit-Kat Bar
12: Mi Dog Skippy
13: The Cable Guy
14: A Pimp Gangsta
15: John Stamos
16: Mi Dad
17: Britney Spears
18: A DVD Player
19: This Farmer
20: A Pile of Dog Shit
21: A Lesbian
22: The McDonalds Cashier
23: Ludacris
24: AC/DC
25: A cop
26: Mi Neighbor's Cat
27: Jerry Springer
28: A Retarded Frog
29: Spiderman
30: Hilary Duff
31: A Zombie
*********Pick the First Letter of Ur first Name**********
A: Because i got high
B: Because i like taco bell
C: Because im kool like that
D: Because no1 likes me
E: Because i was drunk
F: Because mi mom told me 2
H: Just Because
I: Because i am gay
J: Because i had too much vodka
K: Because i had kids
L: Because they suck
M: Because im a ninja
N: Because im mentally unstable
O: Because im the koolest person ever
P: Because i ate shellfish
Q: Because i just had breakfast
R: Because im cookoo for coco puffs
S: Because im thinkin Arby's
T: Because im gangsta
U: Because i dont like mint ice cream
V: Because i love waffles
W: Because im a dirty mexican
X: Because i have a last name that starts with an X
Y: Because im blonde
Z: Because i hav a third nipple
REPOST with the title of w/e u r thing^
I can thank Nicholas for this, and by-proxy, the commish, ergo, please address hate mail thusly.
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| i'm reminded of a piece of fiction i once read: |
[04 Jan 2006|02:48am] |
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"the fog is thicker than my passenger and we're snaking along the backest of the back roads where even in the best of driving conditions there's as good a chance of hitting a deer as seeing a drunk girl in a pick-up. it's dark as hell and i know damn well i've got a headlight out. kosmo's in the front seat next to me-his chatter bounces off of my ears, but i know when to nod so he doesn't notice. shirly remains relatively quiet in the backseat. on a good day the drive may have taken 30 minutes; tonight it takes almost 70. by the time we meet up with Sketchy McDopefiend in the god-forsaken back-woods 7-11 parking lot my cargo is getting antsy.
minutes after some sort of transaction takes place in an idling car with its dome light on, i can already tell the trip home will be a dangerous one. i begin by immediately backing into a car behind us, a pick-up i think, and swearing as i pull off into the road at quite the clip. sweaty palms go to work and the flames start flickering around me as we descend into the darkness of the country road again. i try to ignore them like my wishes were and crank up the heavily bassed tunes.
we follow a semi for miles and finally kosmo's spiked and done. now shirly is left fumbling in the backseat like a 16 year old on prom night. shirly insists on using the light in the car despite that fact that it completely obscures my vision of the road. when we come across another car pointing at us i insist that shirly turn of the light-shirly complies, seconds before we pass the car, and lo and behold it's the mother fucking five-oh. they turn and the cherries flash, jesus christ, the chase is on, "fuck, shirly put it away!" i order.
"i know..."
"put it the fuck away!"
"yeah..."
"is it gone?" (the cops have sped up preparing to pursue,)
"it's away!"
i pull over to the side of the road, the car reeks of liquor and burning from hot spoons on acrylic and i'm smoking a cigarette. a cop appears on the left, shining a flashlight in the car. suddenly we're surrounded as another pig shines a light on the driver's seat. my jumper's immediately soaked. 'this is it,' i think 'this is the night davey gets nicked by the Yard.'
"you been drinking tonight?" no formalities, i'm immediately flipped over for the impending verbal sodomy.
"no sir," big smile...
"where you coming from?" no fucking clue...
"Perth."
"what's there?"
"uh...live there."
"where're you on your way to?"
"Perth." shit.
"so you're coming from and going to Perth?"
(perfectly timed chuckle) "oh no, we're headed home to Perth...it's getting late."
"so where you coming from, then?"
(the truth?) "Pitlochry."
"what's there?"
"uh," (gesture to kosmo) "he's got some friends, there. i think"
"can i get your license?" the here-to-for relatively quiet copper on the right now starts asking for my passenger's identification. i hand mine over to my cop as he continues to accost my eyes and the interior of my car with his torch."so no drinking?"
(smile again) "no, sir," i let another 'sir' slip casually as he makes his way back to the car. now i am confronted with a unique problem. my cigarette has accumulated quite a large chunk of ash and desperately needs to be ashed, i panick, trying desperately to remember the exact laws about littering. kosmo's smoking too, muttering about the injustice of it all and vocalizing the things he wants to do to the pigs in return.
"calm down," i whisper, and i remember the car's ash-tray and pull it out, snubbing out the smoke.
the pig returns and asks about the contents of the vehicle. nothing illegal, i assure them.
"i pulled you over cause you're missing a headlight," the pig points out the obvious.
"yeah, i just noticed it today," (shrugging regretfully)
"i'm gonna ask you to step out of the car," (here we go!) i stumbly slightly as i emerge from the car, i've been sitting for what seems like hours. (that was just a practise step!) i don't think he notices as he calls me over to the front of his cruiser.
"okay, i'm gonna ask you to count backwards from 89 to 66," he says, towering over me. i square my shoulders and look him straight in the eye; i can count like a motherfucker!
"89, (he did say 89, right?) 88, 87, 86, 85, 84, 83, 82, 81, 80, 79, 78...(shit!) 77, 76, 75, 74, 73, 72, 71, 70, 69, 686766!"
"you been smoking weed?"
"nay," do i look like a fucking hippy?
"have you ever smoked weed?"
"no, sir," (there's another one, easy now, make it casual)
"how 'bout meth?"
(derisive snort) "no way."
"so you don't smoke at all?"
"just cigarettes," (appropriate regret in voice)
"stick out your tongue," he demands. (the hell?) i comply and he shines his light around in my mouth. "okay," he levels with me, "so there's nothing in the car i should be worried about? just tell me if there is, don't lie to me, if you lie to me, it's gonna be big trouble. so there's no marijuana in the car?"
"nope."
"how bout them," (gestures to the car,) "any of them smoke weed?"
"not that i know of," (casual grin...oh shit he's staring...my mind slips to the cordless power drill sitting charged in my trunk...wonder how good of an aim this bastard's got...)
"you kind of swerved when you pulled over to the side of the road," he tries desperately; he's got our ID cards in his hand and i know he's close to returning them.
"well, it's pretty slippery out, we've been taking it easy, going slow because of all the rain and fog coming off of lake Newburgh...is that snow?" i notice (furrow brow, concerned.)
"right, so no one's drinking?"
"well, i think kosmo may have had a drink back in Pitlochry..." i supply helpfully, no need to lie.
"how about," he shuffles through the cards, "shirly?"
"not that i know of," it's the truth. he looks me over like a slab of pork--appraisingly, and hands our cards back.
"you have a good night," and he turns on his heel. i head back to the car, mildly chuffed and wave at the other copper who all this time has been chatting up my cargo. i make a mental note of everything in plain sight, (almost over now) and i get back in the car, buckle up, signal and pull onto the road. for a minute the car is silent.
"light me a fag shirly," i say. i can't see him, but i've got a feeling he nods. i'm fairly certain he lights one for himself too."
-J.D. Ballach
"St. Andrews Stories" 1992
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| capricorn's gonna bust some caps- |
[02 Jan 2006|09:01am] |
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happy fucking being born day to me, two days late. or eighty-two days late, depending on who you ask-
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| miracle of lights |
[25 Dec 2005|02:57am] |
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happy fucking jesus day.
hanukkah, starting at sundown the night before the first day, actually starts tonight.
woot.
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| Before he shaved |
[19 Dec 2005|01:34am] |
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A conversation with my mother about Maynards:
Mother: "What are you watching?"
Me: "Maynard."
Mother: "Who's Maynard?"
Me: "Maynard James Keenan. He's a musician. He's got crazy hair."
Mother: "Maynards often do."
Me: "..."
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| the missing piece |
[16 Dec 2005|01:07am] |
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jesus christ man, there was a giant fucking plant in the backseat of my car today. imagine my surprise when i caught a glimpse of the leafy green bastard in my rear-view mirror. and then just like that, the pigs were on my tail again-i for once had no clue why i was being pulled over, other than that i might very well have been swerving drunkenly across the snow-covered roads. So, sweating bullets, despite knowing i was rolling clean, i engage with Officer Adam; turns out my god-damned license plate was covered in snow, and Adam seems to think that this is an offense worthy of a complete traffic stop. All in all, i was less scathed by the outcome than was possible-thank heavens i had the good sense to remove the tree from my back seat before being pulled over. god knows what that jumpy green bastard might have done if unleashed upon unsuspecting Officer Adam, whose number i got, by the way...
how's it going to end...
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| "nobody likes a bassist" |
[14 Dec 2005|05:40pm] |
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i had a sexy dream last night involving Hugo Weaving. Which is a coincedence because i just took the "what fantasy/sci-fi character are you?" quiz and the first time i got Elrond, and the second time i took the quiz i got Agent Smith. In my dream we were wearing the same short-pants and thought it interesting that we had the same name.
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