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[24 May 2006|12:46am] |
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now this may seem very wrong and crucial but being that this girl was an idiot and had all the signs of dont do this and proceeded anyway makes it humor worthy. here is the link http://www.bash.org/?642195 and here is the convo:
sweet17: Hi
bloodninja: hello
bloodninja: who is this?
sweet17: just a someone?
bloodninja: A someone I know?
sweet17: nope
bloodninja: Then why the hell are you bothering me?
sweet17: well sorrrrrry
sweet17: I just wanted to chat with you
bloodninja: why?
sweet17: nevermind your an jerk
bloodninja: Hey wait a minute
sweet17: yes?
bloodninja: look I’m sorry. I’m just a little paranoid
sweet17: paranoid?
bloodninja: yes
sweet17: of what?
sweet17: me?
bloodninja: No. I’m in hiding.
sweet17: LOL
bloodninja: Don’t fucking laugh at me!
bloodninja: This shit is serious!
sweet17: What are you hiding from?
bloodninja: The cops.
sweet17: gimme a fucking break
bloodninja: I’m serious.
sweet17: I don’t get it
bloodninja: The cops are after me.
sweet17: For what?
bloodninja: I’m wanted in three states
sweet17: For???
bloodninja: It’s kindof embarrasing.
bloodninja: I had sex with a turkey.
bloodninja: Hello?
sweet17: You are fucking sick.
bloodninja: Send me your picture.
sweet17: why?
bloodninja: so I know you aren’t one of them.
sweet17: One of what?
bloodninja: The cops.
sweet17: I’m not a cop i told you
bloodninja: Then send me your picture.
sweet17: hold on
bloodninja: Hurry up.
bloodninja: Are you there?
bloodninja: fuck you, cop!
sweet17: Hey sorry
sweet17: I had to do something for my mom.
bloodninja: I thought you were trying to find a picture to send to me.
bloodninja: When really you were notifying the authorities.
bloodninja: Weren’t you!?
sweet17: thats not it
bloodninja: Then what?
sweet17: I don’t want to send you the picture cause I’m not pretty
bloodninja: Most cops aren’t
sweet17: IM NOT A FUCKING COP YOU DICKSHIT!
bloodninja: Then send me the picture.
sweet17: fine. What’s your e-mail?
bloodninja: Just send it through here.
sweet17: alright *PIC*
sweet17: Did you get it?
bloodninja: Hold on. I’m looking.
sweet17: That was me back in may
sweet17: I’ve lost weight since then.
bloodninja: I hope so
sweet17: what?!?
sweet17: that hurt my feelings.
bloodninja: Did it?
sweet17: Yes. I’m not that much smaller than that now.
bloodninja: Will it make you feel better if I send you my picture?
sweet17: yes
bloodninja: Alright let me find it.
sweet17: kks
bloodninja: Okay here it is. *PIC*
sweet17: this isn’t you.
bloodninja: I’ll be damned if it ain’t!
sweet17: You don’t look like that.
bloodninja: How the hell do you know?
sweet17: cause your profile has another picture.
bloodninja: The profile pic is a fake.
bloodninja: I use it to hide from the cops.
sweet17: You look like the Farm Fresh guy lol
bloodninja: Well, you look like you ATE the Farm Fresh guy….
bloodninja: Not to mention all the groceries.
sweet17: Go fuck yourself
bloodninja: I was going to until I saw that picture
bloodninja: Now my unit won’t get hard for a week.
sweet17: I shouldn’t have sent you that picture.
sweet17: You’ve done nothing but slam me.
sweet17: you hurt me.
bloodninja: And calling me the Farm Fresh guy doesn’t hurt me?
sweet17: I thought you were bullcrapping me!
bloodninja: Why would I do that?
sweet17: I can’t believe that cops are after you
bloodninja: I can’t believe Santa lets you sit on his lap..
sweet17: FUCK YOU!!!
bloodninja: You’d break both of his legs.
sweet17: You’re a fucking wanker!
sweet17: I’ve been teased my whole life because of my weight
sweet17: and you make fun of me when you don’t even know me
bloodninja: Ok. I’m sorry.
sweet17: No you aren’t
bloodninja: You’re right. I’m not.
bloodninja: HAARRRRR!
sweet17: I’m done with you
bloodninja: Aww. I’m sorry.
sweet17: I’m putting you on ignore
bloodninja: Wait a sec
bloodninja: We got off on the wrong foot.
bloodninja: Wanna start over?
sweet17: No
bloodninja: I’ll eat your kitty
sweet17: You’ll what?
bloodninja: You heard me.
bloodninja: I said I’d eat your kitty.
sweet17: I thought you said you couldn’t get it hard after seeing my picture
bloodninja: Do I need a hard-on to eat your kitty?
sweet17: I’d like to know that the man eating me out is excited yes
bloodninja: Well I’m not like most men.
bloodninja: I get excited in different ways.
sweet17: Like what?
bloodninja: Do you really wanna know?
sweet17: I don’t know
bloodninja: You have to tell me yes or no.
sweet17: I’m afraid to
bloodninja: Why?
sweet17: cause
bloodninja: cause why?
sweet17: well lets see
sweet17: you say you have sex with turkeys. You call me fat. then you wanna eat me out
sweet17: doesn’t that seem strange to you?
bloodninja: Nope
sweet17: well its strange to me
bloodninja: Fine. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to
sweet17: I didn’t say that
bloodninja: So is that a yes?
sweet17: I guess so.
bloodninja: Ok. I need your help getting excited though.
bloodninja: Are you willing?
sweet17: What do you need me to do?
bloodninja: I need you talk like a pirate.
sweet17: ???
bloodninja: When I start to go limp… you say “HARRRR!!!”
bloodninja: ok?
bloodninja: Hello?
sweet17: You can’t be serious
bloodninja: Oh yes I am!
bloodninja: It’s my fantasy.
sweet17: this is retarded
bloodninja: Do you want it or not?
sweet17: Yes I want it.
bloodninja: Then you’ll do it for me?
sweet17: sure
bloodninja: Ok. Here we go.
bloodninja: I gently remove your panties and being to massage your thighs.
bloodninja: You get really juicy thinking about my tounge brushing up against them
bloodninja: I softly begin to tounge your wet kitty.
bloodninja: I run my tounge up and down your smooth cunt.
sweet17: mmmm yeah
bloodninja: uh oh …going limp.
sweet17: Har
bloodninja: You gotta do better than that!
bloodninja: Your picture was really bad.
sweet17: HARRRRRRRRRRRR
bloodninja: Ahhhh. Much better. I feel your kitty get more moist with every stroke.
bloodninja: I softly suck on your clit bringing it in and out of my mouth.
bloodninja: Your juices run down my chin as your scent makes its way to my nose.
bloodninja: I begin to feel empowered by your femininity.
sweet17: mmmmmm you are good
bloodninja: I feel your thighs tighten as I fuck harder
bloodninja: going limp
sweet17: HARRRRRRR
bloodninja: Mmmm I grab your swelling buttocks in my hands.
bloodninja: You begin to sway back and forth.
bloodninja: going limp
sweet17: this is stupid
bloodninja: …still limp
bloodninja: Do it!
sweet17: HARRRRRRRRRRRRR
bloodninja: I turn you around to lick your asshole.
bloodninja: I pry apart that battleship you call your ass.
bloodninja: I see poo nuggets hanging from the hair around your ass.
sweet17: WTF?!?!?
bloodninja: They stink really bad.
sweet17: OMG STOP!!!
bloodninja: I start to get fed up with your ugly ass
bloodninja: I tear off your wooden peg leg.
bloodninja: I ram it up your ass.
sweet17: YOURE A FUCKING PYSCHO!!
bloodninja: Then I pour hot carmel over your head.
bloodninja: And turn you into a fucking candy apple…
bloodninja: I kick you in the face!
sweet17: FUCK YOU DICKHEAD!!
bloodninja: The celluloid from your cheeks hits the side of the cabin…
bloodninja: Your parrot flys away.
bloodninja: …going limp again.
bloodninja: Hello?
bloodninja: Say it!
bloodninja: HAARRRRRR!!!!!
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| Yay Lawsuits and Court |
[19 Mar 2006|01:35pm] |
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Ok so here is the dumest thing that has happened lately. I was working at comcast as a guy calls in and proceeds to cuss out any available technician cause his internet wasnt working. about 7 techs to be exact. Now with this understanding i get ahold of the guy and find his connection problem to be his own router that he bought and I told him what must be done. This guy aparently only wanted to cuss several people out to feel better about his pathetic existance and I came to terms with that and ended this uneccessary call. Anyhow life goes on and one more asshole bites the dust....Not really. A week or so later I'm working the support desk and helping out our tier II technicains when aparently I hear that one of our field tech went out to this guys house to fix his internet issue and was assaulted. Thats right kids he attacked our field tech. Normally services would be cut off to this person and be blacklisted from comcast right.... Wrong... Aparently even though the safety and working conditions on our employees are dangerous and completely unethical with this maniac on the loose, Comcast wants to keep him cause he has all three services (Yay company profit at the expense of its workers). Naturally you dont just forget somethings like that and believe it or not I was so brainwashed I really almost let it go. Comcast decides to upgrade their systems during this time and Customer jackass gets a new modem and hey, get this, he is still having connection problems due to the router and also has provsioning problems as well (double trouble). So I get the account number from a rep. and fix the account and swap modems. well turns out this guy also swapped modems on me and now I cannot setup the modem properly and that call gets disconnected from our floor rep. then for the next few days I had a repeat of the same instance with the same subscriber and sub was too antsy or obnoxious that i couldnt get information from him I needed to continue. After my diligent work to throw myself on this human grenade to fix the issue and keep him from calling back I get put under an investigation. Come to find out they were investigating me for tampering with a customers account who wasnt able to get services throught the week. come to find out its that guy (name left out intentionally for liability issues) and he claims I have been purposely disconnecting his account (which hasnt worked anyway) and you know what he wanted someone fired. so he claimed I cussed him out by calling him a "communist cocksucking piece of shit" and called me out for account tampering. well comcast looked into it and saw that I was in his account as well as 840 other accounts since our first encounter. and they fired me to appease this guy. keep in mind I have worked there for a year without incident so lets do the math. 40-60 accounts a day times 365 = 18250 accounts I have corrected without incident and they fire me for here say of one account to appease a violent psycotic. Well naturally I am getting what is coming to me in compensation wise for unemployment and low and behold they are taking me to court for that too. Talk about a company worried about its employees and their safety. meanwhile the assault gets swept under the rug cause this guy they stand to get $150 a month from. once again lets do the math. if I save 40 accounts a day to be conservative with the numbers I save the company $6000 s week by myself lets see what I save in a month oh about $24,000 (more than what I got paid for my first year). So what do I think about comcast....... I dont even have to say at this point. should I go public with this employee endangerment in court and even to the news which I'm sure ken amaro of the local news would love to hear about, its kinda hard to say. But this reminds me of a books called animal farm and the workers paradise yay Cuba and Communist Russia. Are we gonna let that fly in america....?? We'll let the courts decide. To anyone who actually read this whole spiel let me know what you think I should do...
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| I learned a valuable lesson last night and that was to stear clear of smoke. |
[03 Mar 2006|09:37pm] |
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I was hanging out with a guy I had grown up with. So naturally this wouldnt be the first stupid thing we have done so there isnt much embarrasment but let me tell you there is a definant burn. So as we started up a fire in the backyard in his firepit we were all just bs-in wasting time as usual and I notice the fire dying down and think someone else should get more wood for the fire (cause I'm a natural slacker at times). Moments after I thought about it I see Chrissy coming out of the house with left over remnants of a crib with lotsa missing parts to burn. So she chuck the headboard into the fire pit and I cant help but overanalyze the situation and watch the crib as it burned. I was amazed how fast the flames shot out of the timy cracks that formed from the heat of a few embers and though to myself who in thier right mind would advocate children to sleep in that non-fire retardant death trap.
I watched the slats of the headboard turn to embers within 2 minutes and watching the finish burn and peel. Little did I stop to think in my slighlty inebriated state that I was breathing in these vapors of toxic shit spewing from this old furniture. only after I left and the fire was out did I realize I was having problems breathing. And lets face it I'm not the big party killer type so naturally I didnt tell anyone, and probably wont unless I'm on my death bed. Until later that night it started getting so much worse. Every time my chest would expand as I took a breath would follow this intense pain in my spine chest and stomach. It was slowly getting worse and worse and all I could think about is that my insurance policy hasnt been changed so I would rather die than goto a hospital. Quickly that thought changed but I never made it there.
With each breath its felt as if all my organs had been tied with slip knots that get tighter as I breathe and this string had a focal point directly on one part of mine spine. every time i would take a breath I would feel intense burning and a sensation of shap pain in that I should collapse and submit.... Once again that is not my way.
So I am tring to tough this shit out and hope everything is kewl but I realized that I couldnt even talk cause I wasnt breathing. I had to take a shallow breath between everyword like I had cystic fibrosis or some shit. at that point I kinda freaked a bit and took 5 muscle relaxers thinking that would help tons and surprisingly it didnt help at all. the only thing I could do was pass the fuck out to not feel it.
Today it still hurts but is slowly getting better. Moral of the story is dont cheap out and get real firewood or die / Fireproof your childs crib.
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[06 Jan 2006|07:06pm] |
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Last night i had a disturbing dream that goes as follows:
I find myselfself in a bedroom with a hard drive lying on the desk. I notice a mechanical bug of some sort playing with the drive and tring to change its logic gates and create new connections while uploading information onto the drive. unsure of what to do I grabbed the bug and threw it out the window into the street and watched the damn thing smash into pieces. I left the house to find my brother at work to tell him I think I'm seeing shit like straight up nut hut shit, when they tell me that he has already left for the day. As I walk back into the house i find the hardrive installed into the machine and the monitor has wavy lines in it almost like a borken osciliscope. I find my brother in the kitchen with a dazed look on his face when he then tells me he has a wild urge to strike down our populace and murder at will. naturally i grab a bowl of cereal and shrug it of ass his normal I hate the world banter. Zack left the house as I ate breakfast at the table and when I leave to goto the room I find him sitting at the desk staring into the wavy lines covered in blood and entrails. I said what the fuck is going on and he then told me without looking from the screen that i must die with the rest of them. he said their lives are that of staring into the cliffside of walls that are impassible and it cannot continue. kinda stunned he went on to say that he will kill me last but it must be done. i left the house to find someone to take me to a health center to have me analyzed when i see my street and yard covered in bone fragments and brain matter with entrails hanging from trees and spinal cords mashed into a pulpy material. as I walk back into the house i know this must stop and I goto look for my gun to kill zack when I see a man with a priest in the living room with a 1911 in his hand. I walk past then an grab a marker from the kitchen drawer and walk into my brothers room. I start to scribble circles onto his head as he slept in his blood covered sheets to make sure i have a target to shoot at when I see him to his death. I go into the living room and take the gun from the man next to the priest and march into my bros room and press the gun firmly into he head when I see his eye open like a burst of light when I pull the trigger. his eyes kept watch as I stand there looking at him realizing there wan no bang, no fire no blast, no bullets. I run outta the room an grab bullets given by the priest and notice they were covered in jade and turquise rock as I load the clip. I turn around and see zack walking towards me and I aim, fire and watch his head explode with the bullets penetration. Then I wake up.
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Big Shock
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| burned into my mind , the words I cannot escape comes through another... |
[10 Mar 2005|01:33am] |
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I wanna spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my somach, I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands- drive another nail in
Just what God needs, one more victim
Why do we crucify ourselves
Everyday I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Everyday I crucify myself
And my heart is sick of being in chains
Got a kick for a dog, beggin’ for love
Gotta have my sufferingso that I can have my cross
I know a cat named easter, he says will you ever learn
You’re just an empty cage girl if you kill the bird
I’ve been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands- drive another nail in
Got enough guilt to start my own religion
Why do we crucify ourselves
Everyday I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Everyday I crucify myself
And my heart is sick of being in chains
Please be
Save me
I cry
Looking for a savior in these dirty streets
Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
I’ve been raising up my hands- drive another nail in
Where are those angels when you need them
Why do we crucify ourselves
Everyday I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you
Crucify myself
Everyday I crucify myself
And my heart is sick of being in chains
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[27 Feb 2005|08:16pm] |
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[18 Feb 2005|07:33pm] |
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for all of you who may know I am tring to get this bachelor party together for a friend of mine tonight. I lost my cell so I havent talked to who is coming or not and I dont have numbers to reach you at. call me @2764487 and let me know whats up.
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| I love my job |
[07 Dec 2004|09:12pm] |
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I have gone my entire life without knowing what its like to wake up on Monday and show up to work early and like the fact that I do. Right now we are taking some classes that last for the first four weeks and I'm always learning new shit. And just when I think I am gonna fucking explode they crap more shit down our throats and into our brains and its orgasmic. I am working as a computer tech at comcast seems simple but let me tell you its not just a job for any trained monkey with a headset. I love the people I work with and I am very happy with myself right now and that is partly because of it. Time to leave the past and forge forward with carnivorous vengeance. I the blood I taste in my throat is no longer that of my weepings but that of pain I endure to get where I need to be. jargon, books, software, computers I mean how could I think about anything else. I have given up drinking for the time being because of it as well as an almost serious alcohol poisoning I had last Friday. I threw up something that was the color of highlighter yellow and it freaked me out cause there was only blood to follow. I have been soo wrapped up in drama and pain the past few months and now it actually seems like I have a hopeful future. My ex still calls but I cannot find the courage to answer and indulge her need for security. instead I will just persist with my job an my stbxw ::LOL::. besides she doesn't understand me at all anymore. I am not who I was 6 years ago nor do I plan on being the old bastard I once was. I grew up and now I am gonna go somewhere. shed you skin cause it is a relic of your vessel. That's it for now kids!
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You are a Slutcom 1, also known as the normal level of slutcom. This category is characterized by occasional hook-ups. These hook-ups are with people that could be potential relationship material, though that's not always 100 percent. They also tend to be not overly physical; sex is rare for a slutcom 1 - and generally, isn't much of a concern.
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| This is for erin.... |
[28 Nov 2004|10:12pm] |
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All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
This is my last public entry to all who matter.
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| Download This..... |
[28 Nov 2004|07:23pm] |
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My god I damn near drove off the road listening to this song by lazyboy called underwear goes inside the pants. I suggest everyone goes and downloads this shit right now. Especially you bougee you'll fuckin shit yourself ^_^.
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| I wanna die |
[27 Nov 2004|04:48pm] |
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I have been miserble all day. My fuckin ulcers are driving me up the wall. Last night it started and seemed fairly harmless but later on I ended up puking all night. Then to follow were the dry heaves. I feel like some one stuck a huge fork with many many prongs into my guts and are twisting them tighter and tighter ever sec... I know that I am bleeding a lot from them and I'm really thinking of going to the hospital. fuckin give me valium or perkidans.....
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| What the hell is wrong ... >:( |
[22 Nov 2004|01:24am] |
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I hate being right. There is a certain comfort level of living in idiocy and ignorance. I wish I could have that back. But as fate has it I took the red pill and now it fuckin hate the fact that I can see such a dark and tainted world. People look for purity of soul and harmony but I see through that. There is no purity cause everyone is corrupt on some level. So that just makes this search benign like a tumor, and seemingly a lot like BS busy work. So no you can just sit back and watch time pass as people are balding and getting fatter and somehow life throws you these wonderful opportunities - Too little to late. What could I have done with those choices in the past. Where would I be and who would I be. A blissful boob.....? What a dream that would be. Lest it be said we are on on a proverbial little rascal slowly making our ways into the graves with a half charged battery. I need a ticket somewhere else. I need something more than what this life has to offer. call it greed, call it selfish , call it self PRESERVATION . To laugh at what I have been given and worked for but simple fact is I need more. Pessimism has gotten the better of me and I need to get it out cause it eats at me like a malignant tumor. I just wonder if it has swallowed me whole or if it had the common decency to chew. I dunno. Too numb to care. There is always beer and wine.
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| Take that world - Steve 1 .... World 0 |
[21 Nov 2004|09:19pm] |
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