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i cannot believe this place still exists.
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| my poor little baby |
[18 Oct 2006|03:46am] |
i feel so sorry for him right now. i don't even want to eat around him. the vet says he has to wear that fucking cone thing for 2 weeks. really? two weeks?
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[16 Oct 2006|09:22pm] |
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society is doomed.
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| lick it up, dude |
[16 Oct 2006|11:49am] |
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karloff better enjoy the shit out of his man jewels because they will be gone by tomorrow evening.
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[10 Oct 2006|03:14am] |
the sound of cats fucking...
...really grinds my gears.
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her parents killed her. everybody knows that.
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i'm not dead, just antisocial. i get like that from time to time. i'll be back soon.
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| i'm heavier than i look |
[02 Dec 2005|11:21am] |
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i fell off dave's roof the other night and landed on top of him. he tripped on some marble that was laying in his yard and broke his arm. i broke his arm! oh my god! i broke a person's arm!
dave navarro was on howard stern last night. oh man.
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[17 Nov 2005|05:26pm] |
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when i lived at the place at westover hills i had some upstairs immigrant neighbors. we never figured out where they were from. sometimes it sounded like they were speaking italian and sometimes it sounded almost spanish. the mom, dad, grandma, and three children all lived above us in a two bedroom apartment. they had relatives that occupied a few other apartments in the complex that had the same living situation. so all these little cousins would get together and play in front of our apartment. they would run up and down the stairs and yell and draw in the sidewalks and other annoying things for three college roommates. blair and i would come up with movie ideas about the family. we would get stoned and imagine filming a movie where we would flash to the upstairs and it would be a war zone. like grenades and soldiers and shit because that is what it sounded like to us. the grandmother would come down the stairs to yell at the kids in some satanic sounding language all of the time. it was fucking scary. we would be hanging out on the patio because we wouldnt smoke inside and she would mumble some shit to us that sounded like an exorcism. we got fed up on finals week. the kids were doing the usual routine of throwing shit around and yelling. the one little girl that lived upstairs was really beautiful. she had light green eyes and long flowy light brown hair. i don't think she had ever had a haircut. now that i think about it, it was annoyingly long. i think she was about four or five. we had enough and i saw a can of silly string sitting on the entryway table. i told blair and jordan that the first kid i saw was going to get it. they were totally with me so i ran outside and yelled , "diiiiiiiiiiieeee moooooooootherfuckers!!!! raaaaahhh!" while emptying the can of silly string. it happened so fast and i ran back inside and we peeped through the blinds. we saw that i had COVERED the little girl and her tricycle. she was mangled in it and didn't know what to do. i felt a little bad inside, but at the same time i felt so relieved. so i fell on the floor in evil laughter.
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[26 Oct 2005|08:53pm] |
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i'm going to my first show in denton tonight. shaolin death squad and rigormortis at hailey's. i'm going alone because i don't know anyone. = (
( which member of when life has ceased am i? )
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| i hate nasty houses |
[26 Jun 2005|10:52pm] |
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http://www.auctions-registration.com/ebay/
[ 7 questions ]
01. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
02. I will then tell what reminds me of you.
03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, it would be...
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
07. Put this in your journal.
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| keep your DICK BEATERS away from me! |
[19 Sep 2004|11:46pm] |
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this might sound neurotic, but i don't want to shake hands with anyone anymore. i think it's disgusting. so many thoughts race through my mind when someone stretches their arm out to shake my hand. how many times have they peed/picked their nose/scratched their ass today and not washed them? people put their hands in their mouth unconsciously all the time. in my youth i learned that men shake hands and women don't. it's not a man's world anymore and every time i meet someone, they want to shake my hand. i'm going to play old fashioned from now on.
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| today was weird |
[07 Sep 2004|09:35pm] |
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it all started when i was making a deposit at the bank. i was waiting in line thinking about how shitty lines are and all of a sudden i heard a big SMACK! the whole grocery store got quiet (my bank is inside tom thumb). there was a woman lying in the checkout lane. people were trying to figure out if she was still breathing. my knees got weak. i felt sick. then, the most horrible noise came out of her mouth. it was a huge gasp like she had not taken a breath in ages. MWWWWAAAAAAAAAUUuuuuGGGGGGHH!! that's when i had enough and just walked out. i'll deposit my money tomorrow.
upon walking in a fast food joint, the schizophrenic guy that hangs out at ridglea theater stops me and says in the most hysterical schizo way, "that was funny what he said.... waaarm buuuuns! ha ha ho ho ha hee hee!" i know that if you live in fort worth you know the guy i'm talking about. he lives on bryant irvin rd. and has all of that crazy shit outside in his yard. he wears a boat captain hat with a suit jacket and denim shorts every day. he also sticks his ear next to the speakers at ridglea theater and acts like he is talking on a cell phone.
ok, so i'm eating at wendys alone and a crackhead walks in. now, there are different degrees of crackheads out there. this guy was the type that constantly looks over his shoulder and jerks his arms around. he turns over to the guy ordering food and points at me and says "look at her, i would like to put a steel grip on that one." i guess he thought i could'nt hear him because he's on crack. gross.
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