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[29 May 2005|01:26am] |
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Just a reminder...
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[26 Oct 2004|04:01pm] |
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| Holy Streetwalker, Batgirl! |
[30 Aug 2004|06:43pm] |
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Live from Baghdad (It's a movie, nitwit) |
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(Man emerges from darkness, coughing, scratching his balls, picking his butt and ranting.)
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemens, homeboys and home-less, welcome to the soul train. We be making all local stops including fear, insanity, incarceration and death. Cigar, cigarette smoking is not permitted on my train, but if you got your stems, BEAM ME UP SCOTTY! HAHHHHHHH!
I'm comin to Brooklyn, I'm comin to Queens, I'm coming to Manhattan! (faces the audience) I am your worst nightmare! I got shit in my pants, I got fleas in my beard, I got so much syf-liss and gonorrhea pouring outta my penis, you can turn it on and off like a faucet.
(arms flailing:) I am an exploding SUPERNOVA of negetive energy. I am a cosmic comet moving through space, spewing my essence whereever I goes!
Hey sister. How you doin' today? How you doin? This is my train, you know this is my subway train? It is! I'm the captain of this train. Where you goin? You goin' to work? That's good. Nothing wrong with work, baby, get your ass on to work...See that strap you hanging from, baby? I sneezed all over that strap jus this morning. I did. You too, have a nice day.
Yo, homeboy! How you doin' today? Watch out for that door you leaning against. Watch out! I threw up all over that door jus' last week. I did. Chicken pot pie. Was good. You dig around in those cracks and the crevices, you welcome to all the peas and carrots you can find.
See this seat here? This is my seat. This is my favorite seat in the whole train. Right in the middle so I can see both ends. I's sittin' in this seat just yesterday. Jus' yesterday. Got all nice and comferble. I got so nice and comferble, I wet my pants.
That pee went runnin' down through my curly hairs, down through my crusty underwears, made a little puddle. Made kind of a soup out of myself. Hah! Got all the ingredients right there, stuck on me. Smear of dog food left over from breakfast. Some rat blood from some rat I stomped. Some Chinaman's snot, they don't give you no respect, you're lying on the ground, (mimes blowing nose) hit you when you're trying to get some rest. All that stuff boils together, make a soup.
I sat in that soup for awhile then it got all cold. Then I wasn't comferble no more.
So I got up, went down the other end of the train. It's alright, it's alright. (indicates seat) It dries. It dries. All's left on the seat were some molecules. Can't even see 'em.
Know you can't see 'em, 'cause a guy came on the train, Frank, Frank the businessman in his camel's hair coat and his briefcase, came on the train, sat right down in those molecules, didn't bother him in the least.
He was rushing home, had to rush home cause he's got to see the e vening news, find out what's going on in the world. He can't see with his own eyes, he's gotta see it on the TV set.
Go home to his condominium. Walked in the door, threw his camels' hair coat on the couch and said "HONEY,I'M HOME!" That's what they say those suburbs people, gots to let everyone know where they are at. "Honey, I'm home." "Honey, I'm going out for five minutes." "Honey, I'm back!" Who gives a shit where he is?
Frank sat down, ate his dinner. Yum!
And then Frank stood up and said: "Honey! That was delicious! That was the best roast duck I had all week. Hey, honey! Guess what I did at work today? I fired a hundred and fifty motherfuckers! My dick is ten feet long, I'm feeling sexy, let's fuck!"
And then he grabbed his wife, who has a beautiful body cause she's on the Stairmaster three hours a day and drug her into the living room and threw her right on the couch. And they proceeded to have some really really good sex. That's cause they got this video called "How to have Really Really Good Sex." And they did it every which way, up and down all around. The one-legged position. Doggie style. Handstands.
And they be bouncing up and down on that couch. And the camel's hair coat be bouncing up and down on that couch. And all my molecules they be bouncing up and down, right along with 'em.
And then Frank decided to do something he hadn't done in a long time. He took his wife's legs and he spread 'em like this and he took the tip of his tongue, he's gwana put that tongue right on his wife's vagino. Don't ask me why.
But just as the tip of his tongue was going to touch those wet curly hairs, just as it was going to touch, swhoop, one a my molecules went right down his throat!
He didn't feel it. Didn't feel a thing. But he will. 'Cause my shit's strong. And those molecules gonna bubble and boil, gonna mutate and grow down there deep inside of Frank. Gonna make a change in Frank. Gonna change his lifestyle.
Those molecules, they gonna start spinning inside Frank's brain. He's gonna start doin shit he never done before. He's gonna get himself s ome bullet-proof underwear. He's gonna start sterilizing his water. Get his wife checked for HIV, his kids checked for HIV, his Granma checked for HIV. He's gonna start looking over his shoulder when he walks down the street.
He's gonna put radar on his roof. He's gonna put extra alarms on his car, extra locks on his doors.
He's not gonna let his kids out to play. He's not gonna answer his phone, he's not going to get the mail. He's gonna get himself some dark glasses, stay inside he house, never go out.
And then he's gonna get himself a gun. And then he's gonna wait. Someone knocks on his door: BOOM, he's gonna shoot him.
See cause Frank's been infected. He's infected with the dis-ease. The disease of fear. And that fear's gonna eat him right up from asshole to brain. And those molecules, when they done with Frank, gonna jump off to the next guy. (pointing around the audience) To the next guy, the next guy, the next guy, the next guy.
Cause we all infected see? Cause we all on the same train. And nobody gets off this train. Nobody gets off this train. And I'm the Captain of this train. I'M THE CAPTAIN OF THIS TRAIN!
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| FRIENDS ONLY |
[14 Jun 2004|01:26pm] |
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You know the drill. You comment. I add. Simple as that.
<3
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| Aye... |
[01 Jun 2004|12:20am] |
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Today. Or yesterday. Whatever. Well. I'll write about it later.
I'm excited that Franz Ferdinand's going to have Michael as their new single. Here's hoping that it inspires guy/guy dancing, etc. like TATU did with girls..... Probably just my wishful thinking though. Shit.
Yeah so. I'm bored. And going to bed.
Fuck I don't want anyone to leave.
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| New overrides. |
[31 May 2004|03:56pm] |
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Yeah, I did these in like, 5 minutes.
So the background is probably fucked up on some screen resolutions.
Bah. I'll fix it when I get home.
Pee ess:
The image is from a Threadless shirt. Buy me anything from here and I'll love you 'til the end of time.
♥
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| Yesterday.... A-whoa whoa whoa |
[30 May 2004|11:11pm] |
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Kraftwerk |
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Yesterday. Hmmm... I meant to update, but hah! Screw that. I'm too lazy.
Went to the flea market. I spent about 30 dollars on the following items:
2 ties
3 pairs of gloves
5 LP's
Yesssss, my homie Patrick hooked me up, once again. I got all this shizzle:
One-Trick Pony -- Paul Simon
Radio-Activity -- Kraftwerk ((I didn't own any Kraftwerk that isn't on CD))
Arena -- Duran Duran ((old one broke))
David Live -- David Bowie ((two))
I <3 Patrick. I meant to go back today to take a picture of him and his set-up. It's super-de-duper.
I guess I'll post pictures of my flea market finds when I get home. I don't have a USB cable here </3>other</i> grandmother's house)) to swim. They swam. I watched and took pictures. I'll share said pictures later, also.
Well. I'm super fucking bored times 48729488579293 right now. Someone IM me and save me. For real.
NEW AIM: meg like WHOA <------ADD THAT SHIT!!
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[29 May 2004|12:04am] |
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Kissing the Lipless//the Shins |
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( Best conversation in forever )
And we talked for a while. And now I'm off to talk again.
I needed that.
For real, yo.
Goodnight.
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| HOLY MOTHER FUCKING HELL IT'S THE CREATURE WITH THE BLUE HAND!!! |
[26 May 2004|04:21am] |
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Ahhhhh and stuff!
I am soooooo hyper. So damn hyper. It's crazy.
I'm going to try to leave some of this energy behind in the process of this post.
Where is that damn energy when I need it, anyway? Just randomly show up at my doorstep at 3 am and ask if you can crash on the couch, will ya? Well then, where the fuck were you when I needed assistance cleaning this place, huh? HUH??!
Today started out rotten. As was the entire sunandmoonday of yester...day. But HOT DAMN we aren't going to discuss as my (former) therapist would advise against it.
Brian Martin to save the day! Woot-ness and candybars for all!
So he comes and saves me from my room-cleaning duties and whisks me away to Smith's. And it was grand indeed. Except it was pretty boring.
Smith's brain decides to pay the light bill. The frontal lobe turns the switch ON and the result is a predictable heybrian,dudelet'sgotothesquare.
We go to the square, blasting that wonderful Mustard Man song, in search of the fabled Free Hot Dog Convention. I'm not so knowledgable as to the origins of this myth, but I have a feeling it came from some low level of middle school scum. Alliteration is fun.
So yay! Square! Boring!
I go to Davis's and get Bibleman. It missed me.
Brian and I are really fucking bored. We leave and go to Smith's house to partake in the holy sacrament that is The Bibleman Adventure.
Lessons were learned, laughs were had, tears were shed. Okay, so maybe I'm fibbing. Scratch that last one. Okay and the first part, too. All in all, Brian was amused; myself less-so due to having watched it about four times beforehand. But it was indeed swell. Swell is a wonderful word and I love it. It's swell.
I go home. Pay attention now, you illiterate sons of bitches that only come here to drool over Jonny McGovern. Yeah, I know your little secret, no need to hide. Davis even has the Soccer Practice video on his computer........ Okay, so I put it there. Bite me. But DAMN, is that video great. I mean really. It's gir ate. And I have ADD.
I'm restraining myself from watching it now as I downloaded it myself, even though it took days.
...
Okay I had to. Wow that's lovely. Now I'm a dirty frat boy On a dirty soccer team is going to be stuck in my head. Though I guess it's better than a knife or something. 'Cause that would suck a whole lot of ass.
And I'm going to reread this tomorrow and take a good look in the mirror and realize exactly how unintelligent I really am. And it's not going to be a good feeling, folks.
I wonder can anyone tell I'm typing as I think?
Nah, just keep going.
Yes, I actually think in code. That's how absolutely awful I am. Growing up with a computer available 24/7 your entire life and having an uncle like I do, it can hardly be helped.
But at this very moment I care absolutely zero. Less Than Zero is a crazy Robert Downey, Jr. movie from the 80s.
BUT BACK TO THE STORYBOARD
I'm home. Everyone goes to bed. I go fucking insane.
This my entire summer, typically.
Going to bed around 5 or 6 am, just as my mother is awakening.
I'm nocturnalxcore.
This is me abandoning VAINxASxFUCKxCORE and AmishXCore
for nocturnalxcore.
But I remain true to the BreadXCore.
smallerthanabreadboxXcore, motherfucker.
I love Roman Dirge. And Lenore. SQUUUEEEEE
Yes, I just squee-ed.
Out loud.
For serious.
GODDAMN ADD I FUCKING SWEAR HOLY SHIT.
I swear entirely too much.
...
I listen to nice hyper music,
Eat a few poptarts,
Drink an IBC cream soda,
And let the wee hours of the morning take their course.
I'm a dirty frat boy On a dirty soccer team
I just jumped up and down.
For no reason.
Wheeeeeee!
I need a gay boy.
STAT!
Like ER, bitch.
Werd.
Spent a significant ammount of time on MRH tonight.
Hooray.
I want a cello. And my own madolin.
BUT I NEED A GAY BOY.
A hot gay boy.
A really fucking hot gay boy.
One that wouldn't mind my taking a few pictures.
One that wouldn't mind my pervishness.
One that is just as pervy.
Hell yes.
One that looks like Conor Oberst.
One that resembles Billy Boyd.
One that is similar in appearance to Brian Molko.
One that favors Johnny Depp.
One that, were you to look at him, he would remind you of Billie Joe Armstrong.
One that is gay; one that is funny; one that has good taste; one who is a good person (how fucking cliche).
Yeah. That guy.
PS
Are you this guy?
Call me.
NOW
<3
Wow I need friends. I need friends.
I need to calm down.
I need to throw that bottle away.
Mission accomplished.
Wow, I'm going to be a bitch and not put all this behind a cut.
DIE FRIENDS PAGES, DIE! FUCKING DIE A BLOODY, GORY DEATH!
Somebody stop me.
This is what happens to me when there's no one here to entertain me, to talk to me, to reassure me I'm sane. Nope. No one here. But I counted earlier, and there are a total of 11 guns in the adjacent room. And I didn't count the handguns. Wow my family are psychos.
Woot! Porn! Found this community and I downloaded something wonderful. I'm not terribly fond of this chick's voice. Don't get me wrong, wonderful voice! Adore it actually. But it doesn't suit what she's reading, though. She's reading this thing with Dom and Billy. Dom's all schoolgirlish. Billy's all oooooooooooooooh. Billy. Mmmmm.
I just made a CD with a bunch of random songs on it. Including the aforementioned pornography. You should ask to hear it sometime, don't knock it until you try it.
But I think I'm fizzling down. And I'm going to leave it at this: Kids, don't mix insomnia with Fischerspooner. Just don't do it.
Damn, I'm bored.
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[22 May 2004|08:19pm] |
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Gotta sink, gotta sink, gotta sink to swim
Immerse yourself in rejection
Regurgitate some sorry tale
About a boy who sells his love affairs
Oh god, I hate this feeling. So empty.
I haven't actually spoken to anyone in two days. Two days. And I'm so lonely.
I've been living off of Poptarts for a while.
My days consist of watching Dora the Explorer, Inside the Actors Studio, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy and silly indie movies.
And lusting after gay men I can never touch.
And not talking.
And sleeping.
And waiting in vain for the phone to ring.
And listening to WAY too much Cursive.
And wishing I had a cello.
And crying.
And FUCKING WHINING IN A GODDAMN ONLINE JOURNAL NO ONE READS ANYWAY.
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I hate this.
I would like a hug
I want a hug
I need a hug
...On second thought, fuck a hug. I need a life.
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| Drunken, angry slurs in thirty-one flavors |
[20 May 2004|05:03pm] |
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Art Is Hard//Cursive |
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Yes. My modem is fucked.
So I'm at Davis's, nursing my addiction.
Today was National Boob Touch Day. And the last day of school. And it was grand.
And uh.... Yeah. I'll finish later.
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[15 May 2004|06:50pm] |
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Hey yo
Hey yo
Today has been pretty much par for the course. Dad's been golfing all day, so grandmother wanted to go somewhere (an unnatural phenomenon). She needs to go to.... some crazy clothes store, I dunno.... and ends up buying me some shit.
Got a 40 oz of milk
Whole wheat toast, y'all
Wow. So the hag has a generous stick up her ass today? Neat-o. I shall have to exploit it to its end, I think to myself, never mentioning that I have over 200 dollars in my own pocket. I'm an evil so-and-so, aren't I?
I'm 30 years old, living at my mom's house
Gotta do my chores so I can watch Mickey Mouse
What's up!
So I sucker her into buying me the first season of Chapelle's Show on DVD (RICK JAMES, BITCH!) and some CD's. Did you ever know that they sold Primus at Wal-Mart? Les Claypool is a fucking god. Got the reissue of 1,039 Smoothed Out and Slappy Hours, complete with videos and rare radio performances.
Represtentin' Sesame Street
You better know your A-B-C's before you come to our block
O.G. Big Bird, Snuphalupagus
So Dad wants to take me somewhere when he gets back, I dunno. He'll probably pass out in front of the TV. Maybe I'll force him to buy me some grey Converse? I want some.
We hit them hard we roll with the punches
We pimping puppets to hi paying suckers
Mobbing deep up on top of a woolly mammoth
Named Snuphalupagus so what's the damage
What you thinking fool you can't fuck with me
I'm coming to you right out of Sesame Street
I'm a Gangster living in danger
my Spider Sense is tingling It's a funny feeling
Yo what up Bert top of the morning
Herd Ernie kept you up all night snoring
Yeah your roommates such a crazy guy
Herd he jerks off almost all through the night
He laughed and said my drug test failed
He said I'll be going back to jail
Picture this, a jail made of Swiss cheese
A cell full of puppets Sled dog and me.
Kermit the frog don't have nothing on me.
I fucked his fat girlfriend, Miss Piggy.
Cookie monster stealing my cookies
He's a cock blocker always stealing my nookie
We roll through the night from bar to bar,
I never drink and drive because I don't have a car.
But if I did I'd drive a Benz or a Bentley
With plenty of room for my friends from Sesame
I roll with O-man and all the muppets.
And my bitch that sat on a tuffet. Molly Mcmuffet
She sat high up on an huge mushroom
I ate it and fried nuts for at least a week or two
Dam green eggs and ham
That's what cooks in my frying pan
Keep on swabbing the deck Mr. Spock
I'm Captain Corn and you missed a spot
SE-SA-ME-street
GANGSTAS
Hittin' the g-spot, we don't fear danger
Born in a manger,
Fraternal twins,
Just like Jesus Christ,
but were white and we sin
SE-SA-ME-street
GANGSTAS
Straight out of o-town, we don't fear danger
Born in a manger,
Fraternal twins,
Just like Jesus Christ,
but were white and we sin
Have you seen us live, we cut it loose
We've got more rhymes than Mother Goose
Or maybe even Dr. Zeus
I can make you cum like I was Dr. Ruth
Claiming SSG all the while,
Look at me and my Sesame Style,
If you didn't watch our show, as a child
I'll say See you later, Crocodile
Say your ABC's, say them right,
and if you fuck up, fear for your life,
Cause we'll find you and capture you in the dark,
And then bury your body in Sylvester Park.
O.k. girls its time to bend over
Cause the midgets hard and the color of Grover
My purple headed warrior is down for the dance
So get on my lap ,and make me nut in my pants
West Coast Gangsters savoir fair
Throwing our gang sign in up in the air
We have no care we know our shits tight
We're more rare than a virgin on prom night
Sesame Street Gangsters live it's the word
Spitting out Wigga jive with our homie Big Bird
Being lazy pimping it up on the couch
Just got passed a blunt form Oscar the Grouch
Your cribs pretty cool and somehow it relaxing
Makes me want to touch myself like Michael Jackson
I told Oscar your the man,
But tell me how the fuck do I get out of this garbage can?
Sled ……………………………………… Dog
Sled………………… Dog
Sled……… Dog
It's Sled Dog, back, on the Sesame scene,
I've got the tool to use to make the Ladies cream,
I'm a Gangster,
Wigga Please,
a respected member of the Sesame Street G's,
I thought you knew,
You say you forgot,
You say you're forgetful Jones,
I think not.
I'm calling bull shit,
I knew that guy,
And he always forgot to zip up his fly.
I'd say XYZ you fake MC
You trying to be down with Corn and me
When are you gonna open your eyes and see
Who rules this street called Sesame
Miss Piggy drinks Pepsi the next generation
And she's down with double penatration
And with out any hesitation she takes me and Sled dog
For a DP and then polishes off our knobs
Don't believe me I have the film to prove
Ms piggy's got 6 sets of boobs
We can gang bang her I that's what you want to do
with any luck Sled brought along a tube of lube
I'll confuse you with my Voodoo
Make you scratch your head like you got lice
I don't think twice its just a roll of the dice
There's money to be made on the streets of Sesame tonight
I eat fig new-tons around the Cookie Monster
just to piss him off
And If he even try's to step
I'll show him the gat' strapped right by my cock
Cause I'm a
SE-SA-ME-street
GANGSTA
Hittin' the g-spot, we don't fear danger
Born in a manger,
Fraternal twins,
Just like Jesus Christ,
but were white and we sin
SE-SA-ME-street
GANGSTAS
Straight out of o-town, we're livin' in danger
Born in a manger,
Fraternal twins,
Just like Jesus Christ,
but were white and we sin...........
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[15 May 2004|12:08am] |
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( Is that so wrong? )
Great place to alleviate boredom. I highly recommend.
Not sure what it is. May be that it makes me feel like somewhat less of a loser, reading what people confess... is that wrong?
I'm bored. And tired. And I'm going to sleep at midnight on a Friday. What a life I lead.
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I went from 'yay he called I'm happy let's talk!' to '...' to 'fucking depressed' in, what, 30 minutes?
Doll, I need to talk to you.
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The rain it started tappin'
On the window near my bed
There was a loophole in my dreamin'
So I got out of it
And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
Just my nightstand and my dresser
Where those nightmares had just been
So I dressed myself and left then
Out into the gray streets
But everything seemed different
And completely new to me
The sky the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
And each person I encountered
I couldn't wait to meet
And I came upon a doctor
Who appeared in quite poor health
I said there's nothing that I can do for you you can't do for yourself
He said oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that that would help
So I sat with him awhile
Then I asked him how he felt
He said I think I'm cured
No, in fact, I'm sure of it
Thank you, stranger
For your therapeutic smile
So that's how I learned the lesson
That everyone's alone
And your eyes must do some raining
If you're ever gonna grow
And when crying don't help
You can't compose yourself
It's best to compose a poem
An honest verse of longing
Or a simple song of hope
That's why I'm singing baby don't worry
'Cause now I got your back
And every time you feel like crying
I'm gonna try and make you laugh
And if I can't
If it just hurts too bad
Then we'll wait for it to pass
And I will keep you company for those days so long and black
And we'll keep working on the problem
We know we'll never solve
Of love's uneven remainders
Our lives are fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame
Like a painting on a wall
Then I think we'd see the beauty then
We'd stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed
Like a bowl of oranges
Like a story told
By the fault-lines and the soil
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| Photo journal, motherfuckers. |
[12 May 2004|05:50pm] |
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Photo journal. Some of it (will be, none yet) nice photography that's all neatness and stuff. Some of it just snapshots of random shit. Right now I have two posts up, nothing special yet.
ALSO: I'd lovelovelove to have someone around here to volunteer to be shot... as in have pictures taken, not as in have a bullet tear through your physical being. I'm picky, though. But if you think you'd be up for it, contact me about it, and perhaps something can be worked out.
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| So long, Frank Lloyd Wright... |
[07 May 2004|09:21pm] |
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I BOUGHT THE CAMERA I HAD BEEN EYEING FOR A WHILE!!
I'm happy. I didn't expect to find it in Sandersville, but there it was, beckoning. And I bought some Simon and Garfunkel.
Batteries are charging, I'll take pictures and post soon!
Sorry, I'm excited and all.
I'm seriously considering making a community for people in the area, seems to be a pretty good number now.
On the agenda for tonight:
1.) Eat strawberries
2.) Get a kidney stone from said fruit
3.) Watch a movie or two
4.) Clean room
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| Old friend from Edgefield... |
[06 May 2004|09:33pm] |
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This is special to me.
STHS ReBeL 41: hey meghan...it's brittney monaco....happy birthday
hip x bone x me: Oh! Thanks!
hip x bone x me: PIPPIN
hip x bone x me: YOU HAVE A PIPPIN ICON
STHS ReBeL 41: yea...
STHS ReBeL 41: i love pippin
hip x bone x me: ME TOO
hip x bone x me: I'm a tad bit obssessed.
STHS ReBeL 41: cool
STHS ReBeL 41: lol...it's quite alright
hip x bone x me: Billy Boyd will marry me and we will have lots of little Scottish Meghan and Billy babies.
STHS ReBeL 41: lol....really? awesome...
STHS ReBeL 41: i can't wait to see that
hip x bone x me: It'll be great.
hip x bone x me: You're invited to the wedding.
STHS ReBeL 41: oh yeah
STHS ReBeL 41: aww....thanks
hip x bone x me: Least I can do.
STHS ReBeL 41: i can't wait
hip x bone x me: Me either.
STHS ReBeL 41: lol
STHS ReBeL 41: well...i just wanted to tell you happy birthday...and i hope you had a good one....but i gotta go....i gotta eat and go to sleep...
hip x bone x me: Well thanks!
hip x bone x me: I'll talk to you later then.
STHS ReBeL 41: no prob
STHS ReBeL 41: ok...see ya mrs. boyd
hip x bone x me: Teehee!
hip x bone x me: Bye
<3 Brittney. She's great. I'll have to call her up some time.
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[06 May 2004|04:58pm] |
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Today started out shitty. Really fucking shitty. I wanted to curl up in a ball and go to sleep -- for a long long time. I won't talk about anything prior to 4th hour, as it wasn't happy and gay. But a lot of today was gay. In more than one sense of the word.
So, beginning of Biology was rather un-fun and awkward, but twas saved. Mary Alicia Newsome to save the day!
"The woody has a hard and tough stem..."
First smile all day. We smiled and laughed. I guess the bitch is good for something every now and then. This was the beginning of a good day.
I'll try to put this in chronological order, but I'm not so good with that, so bear with me.
Okay. The deer piss. Why in the hell Davis did this exactly, I will never completely understand. But whoever got it sprayed that shit up and down the halls, and it was disasterous. Made for a great laugh, though.
Tony Pinata. The massacre of the unicorn was great. I salvaged the scalp of the mightly beast.
6th hour? Nothing really great happened. Apparently I owe $25.50 to some unknown entity.
7th hour, though.... Holy shit, 7th hour made my fucking day. I would like to take the time right now to thank those who made it possible: Robert Gray (for the candle), Josh Harris (for the super glue), Thomas Reynolds, W.T. Parker, and Justin H-whatever-the-fuck-it-is.
It all began with a wee candle provided by Robert (BEST PRESENT EVER!). Justin kept asking if he could have the candle, he was hungry. I told him I'd make him a wax cookie (not sure what I was thinking at the time, but it made perfect sense then). I kinda fool around with the candle, scratching it and whatnot (I made it prettiful). After a while I break down and let Justin and W.T. hold the damn candle. "If I took a bite of this, would you get mad?" inquired Justin. I nodded.
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He bit it. And I don't mean a little nibble -- this is a big ass chunk. We tell him he has to swallow it... which he does after much chewing and funny face making. How did it taste, you ask? Well, if you were to ask Justin he'd say it was a mixture of "stale Twinkies, cinnamon and French Toast Crunch cereal". I only wish I had my camera.
We finally coax W.T. into taking a bite. Long story short, W.T.'s a fucking pussy and spits it out. But I now have two enormous chunks missing in my candle. I'll take a picture later.
Then I remember that Josh had given me super glue to glue my glasses back together. I take it out and proceed (in vain) to repair the sun-blocker-outters. But hark! The children of the ADD spot something! It's small and yellow and red. It is. My super glue.
"Hey Meghan, glue my hands together." Justin.
"Hey, get my fingers!" W.T.
Hell, why not? Justin's hands were sealed together first, followed by W.T.'s left thumb and forefinger. Justin had a problem. As he tried free his appendages we pondered the mysteries of life. How would Justin drive home? How would he eat? And, perhaps most importantly, how in the HELL will he masturbate?! But alas, these questions would not be of much significance. I'm not sure how, but he freed himself. W.T. loosened the grip of the adhesive with the assistance of Thomas.
After that laugh had been had, and after Thomas talk at great length about the fine art of masturbation, Justin had another idea.
"Hey Meghan, glue my hand to my face!"
Now honestly, in all sincerity, if someone said this to you... would you have the heart to turn him/her down?
I damn sure didn't.
While walking around with his hand stuck on his face, Justin attracted the attention of the class (I'm sure this was his motive to begin with). Everyone laughs, calls us crazy. But the bell is about to ring and Justin cannot drive.
W.T. and Thomas devise a scheme to remedy the situation. The former hastily walks up beside Justin and RIPS his arm away from his face.
"OWWW!"
We all smiled and laughed.
Best day in geometry. Ever.
Thank yous:
Josh, for the DVDs and well... you.
Davis, for the unicorn horn.
Robert, for the BEST candle.
RJ, for the two pieces of gum.
Judson, Will, Cato, for the laughs at lunch.
The guys in geometry, for the aforementioned hilarity.
Davis and Josh, for the spankings.
Everyone, for an ultra-swell latter half of the day.
First decent birthday I've ever had. Thank you all. So much.
Unless you were an asshole today, of which there were several. But oh well, it can't be helped.
<3
PS
Billy, my darling, my heart, I'm still waiting on you.
What gives? You're late. So unlike you, doll.
Must be having fun with Dom or Lij... or both.
I don't mind, just take pictures for me. AND COME HERE!
KTHXBYE
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( Meme )
ENOUGH OF THE DAMN MEME'S!!
I don't think I should do anymore of those, they're way too funny. Or I should at least put them behind a cut...
I'm trying not to think about tomorrow. Today's already been ruined. Although no one would know it. It's a fairly recent development, anyway. If he leaves, I'll rip my hair out. If he isn't there anymore, I'll fucking explode. If he weren't to return..... I'd have no reason to get on the internet.
I feel torn. So torn. It should be alright, though. It'll evolve into a song or something later on (doesn't everything?).
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