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LiveJournal for Sunyata.
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| Monday, March 4th, 2002 |
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| Work may have just become a battlefield for me. Mwa hahahahaha!! | ||||||||
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| Sunday, March 3rd, 2002 |
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| Thursday, February 28th, 2002 |
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| According to a string of code my meaning of life is to be a non-comformist...though that is good...I'd say it's wrong. I like to believe my meaning is sunyata. It leaves me to be so much more flexible. | ||||||||
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| Wednesday, February 27th, 2002 |
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Soon enough the new website will be up, where all of my stupity will go for all to see. The workings of Brian, Dave, Doug, and myself...until then though, it'll get filtered here. Two quickies...they could have gone somewhere, but a little problem of getting blocked stood in my way. So Easy It Sucks: asl? no, I don't like chinese food So Easy It Sucks: what's your trl? So Easy It Sucks: 15 or so So Easy It Sucks: what is your trl though? So Easy It Sucks: did you just get the internet? So Easy It Sucks: I thought everyone knew what trl was :-\ So Easy It Sucks: nevermind it'll take too long to explain So Easy It Sucks: fine? So Easy It Sucks: what's that? So Easy It Sucks: is that some new internet slang? So Easy It Sucks: oh that's "fine" then So Easy It Sucks: hope I didn't use it in an offensive way So Easy It Sucks: well I'm not sure what it is....it could mean anything from "hey waht's happening whiteboy" to "I slept with your mom"...I wouldn't know So Easy It Sucks: hold on, let me go outside and check So Easy It Sucks: be right back So Easy It Sucks: ohhh!! So Easy It Sucks: I have plenty of those So Easy It Sucks: do you have girlfriends too? So Easy It Sucks: why not? So Easy It Sucks: have a bad day? So Easy It Sucks: oh....so you have a lot of boyfriends? So Easy It Sucks: aww...so you have no friends? So Easy It Sucks: oh! i don't kiss my friends either So Easy It Sucks: ok...hopefully you'll be gay soon So Easy It Sucks: bye bye I'm pretty sure this next girl owes me two points...I'll ask her to mail them to me later. So Easy It Sucks: ass? So Easy It Sucks: I don't get it So Easy It Sucks: so you want to tell me what your age/female or male/location is? So Easy It Sucks: i think I get it So Easy It Sucks: oh it's my turn now? So Easy It Sucks: umm 16/m/super So Easy It Sucks: how many points is that? So Easy It Sucks: did I win? So Easy It Sucks: i thought this was a game we were playing So Easy It Sucks: so it's not a game? So Easy It Sucks: oh That's 2 more people (females no less) in the world who can't stand me. Good times. |
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| Tuesday, February 26th, 2002 |
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| Reading Chuck's books just reminds me how much I secretly hate society and humanity in general. | ||||||
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| Saturday, February 23rd, 2002 |
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In this fabulous and mind-numbing conversation I play the part of someone in the mindset of the farmer from this video: http://riddleme.com/html/cow.html And then I just so happened upon someone with the perfect name. I started by asking the room if they thought my dog was hot, or was it just me. I moved on to some more public humiliation by singing her loves songs which consisted of me wanting to sleep with her simply because she was a cow. Jon was with me in there...he was doing some pretty funny stuff too. Then I moved in for the kill. She will be mine. And to make sure nobody else tries to go for her, I've covered her identity! You guys can't have her! She my only Cow-love! So Easy It Sucks: Moo I just love talking about you! So Easy It Sucks: would you say I'm a stalker or devotee? So Easy It Sucks: I just really like animals So Easy It Sucks: I mean REALLY like So Easy It Sucks: if you know what I mean So Easy It Sucks: I sleep with them So Easy It Sucks: I f you know what I'm talking about So Easy It Sucks: and moo just reminds me of a cow So Easy It Sucks: a cow with all those utteres So Easy It Sucks: mmmmmm So Easy It Sucks: oooo yeah! So Easy It Sucks: but you are a cow right? So Easy It Sucks: you sent me your pic before So Easy It Sucks: I swear I have it So Easy It Sucks: hold on I'll find it So Easy It Sucks: I swear I do So Easy It Sucks: just wait a sec So Easy It Sucks: yes you did dammit! So Easy It Sucks: fine So Easy It Sucks: but I'll be waiting by the barn at 3:00 So Easy It Sucks: if you wanna get a little something on before you go on in So Easy It Sucks: grrrrr So Easy It Sucks: because you're the hottest cow out there So Easy It Sucks: I'd milk you in a minute So Easy It Sucks: without any hands So Easy It Sucks: sleep with me right? So Easy It Sucks: yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaahhh So Easy It Sucks: yeah you are So Easy It Sucks: you know So Easy It Sucks: it So Easy It Sucks: where will the cows go if you don't? So Easy It Sucks: we're the last human/cow on earth So Easy It Sucks: we must mate to rebuild our kinds So Easy It Sucks: yeah I know So Easy It Sucks: you're a cow So Easy It Sucks: nobody's a coe So Easy It Sucks: so....the older the better So Easy It Sucks: kiss So Easy It Sucks: you already did So Easy It Sucks: wanna cyber? So Easy It Sucks: just stick one of your utters in the floppy drive So Easy It Sucks: and I'll do the rest So Easy It Sucks: I'll milk you dry!! So Easy It Sucks: if by bye you mean "I am ready to sleep with you" So Easy It Sucks: and if by no you mean bye which means "I am ready to sleep with you" So Easy It Sucks: but you slept with farmer brown So Easy It Sucks: before I bought you So Easy It Sucks: I do think anything except that you are sexy So Easy It Sucks: you are the finest thing on four legs! So Easy It Sucks: I don't do the bipeds So Easy It Sucks: your kind is smart So Easy It Sucks: and versitle So Easy It Sucks: and clever So Easy It Sucks: and SEXY!! She then blocked me...but cows always come back to the same pasture. She'll come moo'ing back to me. |
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| Thursday, February 21st, 2002 |
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Well my crazy AIM antics are gonna have to go on here, since blasfemous is down again (eh it's for the best.) Now this guy here, who's identity has been hidden to protect his brilliance, was born with an IQ 5.4 million. I mean look at his genious (but not directly for you will become blind and sterile.) The backstory is that this brain-child comes into the chatroom I happen to be stalking at the moment and proclaims his glory (take a guess...Starts with "Sex is for..." ends with "Fags!") so I decide to inquire some. So Easy It Sucks: hey are you a fag? So Easy It Sucks: so sex is for the homosexual? So Easy It Sucks: so if I were to have sex right now, but hate it so much that I wish that I were sleeping in a pile of manure while boiling in my own urine, then it would be a-ok right? So Easy It Sucks: but I wouldn't like it So Easy It Sucks: and you said intelligents can have sex too So Easy It Sucks: so I think I have found your loophole sir So Easy It Sucks: so smart fags? So Easy It Sucks: what about them? So Easy It Sucks: what about procreation? So Easy It Sucks: who is babyfag? is he your father? a friend? a school chum? a "partner"? So Easy It Sucks: so why did you go and call it babyfag? are you trying to write a thesaurus during this debate? So Easy It Sucks: so now the fags are a leauge of superheroes? So Easy It Sucks: so there's Bat-fag So Easy It Sucks: and Wonder-Woman fag? So Easy It Sucks: and the Incredible Fag? So Easy It Sucks: keep to the damn topic! So Easy It Sucks: who's you? are you involved in some sort of fag love hump triangle? So Easy It Sucks: and why would your friend "you" be proclaiming this? So Easy It Sucks: is he out? So Easy It Sucks: are you still in? So Easy It Sucks: shy about your feelings? So Easy It Sucks: so in the power circle of fags you are the Amazing Closet Fag? So Easy It Sucks: I'll take your silence as a yes So Easy It Sucks: and a relief WOW!! What a leader of men! He should be president! Or the leader of his Fag Superhero Leauge for starters! |
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| Wednesday, February 20th, 2002 |
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 I am not even close to this ZOE thing. I just went through and pick random answers. I'm pretty sure everyone does that...or just picks their idealized answer. Anyways, I mean look at that beast! Do you think I look like that?! HUH?! DO YOU?!?!?! I have something coming out of my ear! Which Weird Looking Muppet Thingy With A Weird-Ass Face That Has Those Gigantic Googley Eyeballs That Look As If They Are About To Explode Or Friggin Pop Out Of Their Forehead Are You? |
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| Sunday, February 17th, 2002 |
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If you love someone, you don't want them to suffer. You want to take their sufferings on yourself. If even I feel this way, Why doesn't God? |
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| Saturday, February 16th, 2002 |
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Just the bare skeleton of the start of something I just felt like writing. Details and elaboration can be added later. Coffee is never what it seems when your mind is somewhere else. Never. Right now, the cup of half drunken coffe is a swirl of eyes telling me how awful of a day I'm having. It's lecturing me on how I shouldn't feel this bad about what my life has cumulated to. Pfft. What does it know anyways...so I spill the rest and I'm done with it. Just to be human I clean up the mess, and then I stroll over to the huge glass window that reads: "eoJ fO puC s'eoJ" I don't even know why I still come here. Not to bad mouth "Joe's Cup Of Joe," it's a fine coffee shop, but I don't need to hear anymore of anything right now. Right now being for the past five years of my life. "Five years..." I muttered outloud. Loud enough though for the lady at the table next to the window to turn her head in interest of catching some juicy gossip, but she quickly turned away after seeing just me. I'm used to it. No need to take intrest in another, right? Right, despite what the professionals have told me. They're paid a hefty sum to make like they have an interest, so all of that genuine caring feeling is neatly packaged with a felt red bow tie, and shipped off to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. If I were broke would they have still taken me? Ha! And the lyrics to Foo Fighters - "Stacked Actors." Just because I like the song a lot. Oh mirror mirror, you're coming in clear I'm finally somewhere in between I'm impressed, what a beautiful chest I never meant to make a big scene Will you resign to the latest design You look so messy when you dress up in dreams One more for hire, a wonderful liar I think it's time we all should come clean Stack dead actors, stacked to the rafters Line up the bastards all I want is the truth Hey, hey now, can you fake it, Can you make it look like we want Hey hey now, can you take it And we cry when they all die blonde!! God bless, what a sensitive mess Yeah, but things aren't always what they seem Your teary eyes, your famous disguise Never knowing who to believe See through, yeah, but what do you do When you're just another aging drag queen Stack dead actors, stacked to the rafters Line up the bastards all I want is the truth Hey, hey now, can you fake it, Can you make it look like we want Hey hey now, can you take it And we cry when they all die blonde!! Stack dead actors, stacked to the rafters Line up the bastards all I want is the truth Stack dead actors, stacked to the rafters Line up the bastards, and we cry when they all die blonde!! Oh!! Hey, hey now, can you fake it, Can you make it look like we want Hey hey now, can you take it And we cry when they all die blonde!! Stack dead actors, stacked to the rafters Line up the bastards all I want is the truth Stack dead actors, stacked to the rafters Line up the bastards, and we cry when they all die blonde... |
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| Thursday, February 14th, 2002 |
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Well another Valentines Day. Hooray? I guess we aren't supposed to celebrate love all year long. I actually wouldn't know. Love (and anything affiliated with it) is not my forte'. I really dislike the month of Febuary...and it's not because I'm racist. Was bored, so I decided to write a little valentine diddy to Old Mr. St Valentine "Death To Val" Send me your letters Send me your cards Send me home better Send me your heart Because I wish Death to you Val I just wanted To make you aware Know that I wish Death to you Val Just wanted to say That I don't really care I'll read your writing I'll read your mind I'll read but keep fighting I'll read "you're not mine" And so I wish Death to you Val Death to you Val Just die... So I'll become morose For I never came close To your thoughts and your dreams I don't fit your themes So come as I may But to never stay Into it all I try, but I fall A happy and lonely valentines To me... A crappy and lovely valentines To, you... Death to you Val I wish Death to you Val To you Death to you Val The same Death to you Val But anyways...if you believe, then knock yourself out...really do have a happy valentines day. I'm still trying to hang onto hope. Whatever. |
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| Friday, February 8th, 2002 |
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Work was so damn slow today until around 5:45. I was in the breakroom (where I didn't belong) and I was about to head back outside to check on the carts when "Joe" (actually his name is Dominic but everyone calls him Joe) one of the security guards calls me into his office and tells me to take a look at a guy who was trying to make off with some stuff. Joe told me to come with him. Alriiiight! Something exciting to do! I was Joe's witness/backup. Haha! Joe told me that if the guy started swinging, that I should feel free to jump in and kick his ass. I was kinda hoping that the guy would put up more of a fightso that I could do a little more than watch and help drag the guy in. The guy thought Joe was joking when he said to step inside because he was gonna need the stuff back. Then again the guy was drunk off his ass. Joe had to throw him back into the store. He threw him into the door that Brian broke, which broke it even more. It was fun stuff. It's also funny that I mentioned earlier today that I would want to work security with Joe. The cops were pretty funny too. One came in with gloves on and he was ready to fight. When he found out that Joe had already had the guy under control, he said "Well damn, I came here looking for a fight. I mean I got my gloves on and everything. How bout we just uncuff him? Shut the door." It was a cool end to a crappy day of work, plus I get paid a little overtime. Working there can be a lot of fun, it just depends who's the boss at the time. |
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| Wednesday, February 6th, 2002 |
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Just a little stupid post explaining my away messages. I used to have 50+ saved aways messages before I went off to college. Many upon many were angst ridden and "depressing." Since then my computer has been formatted twice. I no longer have the mighty 50+ away messages I once had. I now have 2. Mind you, I only have 2 because AIM won't allow me to delete these 2, which I have altered severely, in spite of them. Some of you may notice now a small trend running through my new away messages. They all end in "Inc." which I'm sure all of you know stands for incorparated. Some of you may be asking yourselves (but clearly directed towards me,) "But Sean, why are you such a f'n bastard?!" Well that has noting to do with said matters, and it's simply your opinion that I am a f'n bastard, it hasn't yet been made a KNOWN fact. I on the other hand would be asking, "Why with the 'Inc.' at the end? Are you just trying to be a clever bastard?" That could be one reason, but the reason I would like to stick with is that I use the "Inc." to reflect upon society and its (insert adjective here) moraltiy. By the way, my adjective was poor, you can use what you'd feel is appropriate. I feel that our Western society has put too much faith on emphasis on ownership. To be acheive happiness we are supposed to own something, be it an object, a person, a thought, or even a piece of history. Welcome to the empty void you feel. (Damn I feel preachy....this sucks. Maybe I should stop reading books.) Anyways...that past thought has a little something to why I put the "Inc." at the end of my away messages. I also had a conversation with my friend Jim a while back too, about our society and the such. He was telling me about this amazing class he is taking and how has professor has helped him realize some things about the world around him. I can't quite remember the specifics but this conversation also added to the appearance of the "inc." in my away messages. Shirts, pants, underwear, socks, shoes, hats...think about it. I'm sure someone has brought up some point about them. I personally like to cut off the tags of the things I wear... Move on to reason number 3. I'll take a quote here: In reference to - http://www.penny-arcade.com/view.php3?date=2001-04-02&res;=l "Brenna and I talked about it before I started the post, because she had no clue what I was going on about in the strip. That's okay, I think - it is my hope that the people it speaks to enjoy it enough to count twice. She said, 'So, nothing is sacred... Right?' But that's not exactly what gets me. It might sound like a semantic distinction, but the issue isn't just that nothing is sacred, it's worse. It's that everything, positively everything, every human event can be deformed into a suitable vessel for solicitation and prostitution. Call me crazy, but I like to believe there's a difference between something simply not being sacred and it adjusting its fishnets, squeezing its nipples at strangers. At the bottom of the page, there are the sounds of a woman in the midst of a nervous breakdown - unable to rectify or recognize the stimuli she is receiving. And at the top of the page, ads for men's magazines and the Genghis God Damned Grill. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure it's a fantastic grill. But even my own very healthy, highly encouraged cynicism cannot tolerate such juxtaposition without extraordinary strain." - Tycho Brahe of Penny Arcade. So... Did I really explain anything? If you believe I haven't then believe this: I put "Inc." at the end of every away message to be quote weird endquote or quote clever endquote or even quote funny endquote. Also believe that there is no reasoning for the actual spelling out of the quotes other than, I just wanted to be wierd. If you did get some sort of explination from this, then Kudosİ to you. Unfourtunately not everything in life can be spelled out. Either you get it or you don't. Or you do get it because I have given acceptable answers for both sides. Well I suppose I am done. It's 3:30 in the morning...why am I even up? Somebody tell me. Have A Nice Day Inc. |
| Sunday, February 3rd, 2002 |
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I have to say that the Mets just...MURDERED the Bruins in the Superbowl! I mean I don't even know how the Bruins made it this far but it didn't matter because nobody could stop the Mets. I mean with Wayne Gretzsky on your team, how could you lose? I'd have to say that my favorite part was when Pele threw that slapshot into the powerplay and then two plays later did the hat-trick that put the Mets up by -12. Man but it was close for a while. Especially when #55 got flagged because he wouldn't say "Polo." I thought his career was over! You'd think that he would know the rules; you say "Polo" after the goalie says "Marko." This Superbowl was great...9 straight innings of pure Mets kicking the Bruins ass fun! I deticate my Current Song to the Mets and their awesome victory! GO METS!! |
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| Saturday, February 2nd, 2002 |
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| Thank you Katherine. For not just one thing, but for things that are so numerous they cannot be contained in simple numbers. | ||||||||
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| Friday, February 1st, 2002 |
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| Actually you probably can. I was to go to WPI with someone...but, you know, I didn't. It's not like I didn't allow enough time for a simple no, which was being alluded to me the whole time, but was never actually said, so I was left in the dark for the whole week. But hey, it's ok, I have nothing better to do, right? I will never understand her. I'm not even trying to anymore. | ||||||||
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| Today feels a little off center...as most other days, but unlike them, in the sense that it is not in equilibrium with those past. | ||||||||
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| New Gabe pic and new Tycho. I don't know if I want to replace Vash with Mr. Bananas though...I could always switch back though.... | ||||||||
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| Wednesday, January 30th, 2002 |
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A man on the street is pointing up to the sky. "Look, An Angel!" he yells A passerby laughs. "You fool, That is only a cloud". How wonderful it would be to see angels where there are only clouds, How sad it would be to see only clouds where there are angels. |
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| Monday, January 28th, 2002 |
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| What would you do if you were "popular"? | ||||||||
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LiveJournal for Sunyata.
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anxious.
contemplative.
amused.
artistic.
blank.
mellow.
angry.
discontent.