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[16 Apr 2004|02:12am] |
i am so awesome it is not funny.
who wants to touch me
god am i awesome.
lolz....
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[04 Apr 2004|12:19am] |
Today was really fun.
I got out of bed really early because I had terrible stomach cramps.
I feel sad, because Sarah and Britney are complete bitches. They told everyone I have an STD, just because I slept with both of their boyfriends on Saturday night.
I'm so happy. I just found out that I have been accepted into Harvard. And Yale. I don't know which to choose... oh, why is life so hard sometimes?
Last night I had to shave my entire body. Apparently, the lice that I caught from Amanda's friend are really hard to get rid of. I look quite strange with no hair and eyebrows. I'd post pictures, but my webcam is broken.
I want to tell the world that I'm gay.
I am updating this journal for the first time in ages, because I've been in prison.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! I'm so ugly. Don't look at my photos pleeeeeze.
I want to say thanks to the world for absolutely fucking nothing! You all suck. I feel so alone, no one ever reads this journal, or even comments to let me know that I'm not suffering alone. It's cold here, and I want to die, but I cannot figure out how many of you to take with me when I go.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have a terrible skin disease which prevents me from coming into contact with other human beings. And bipolar disorder.
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful.
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[08 Feb 2004|09:33pm] |
The death chamber on the outskirts of Al Zubayr was uncovered by British Captain Jack Kemp during a clearing-up inspection of the building. The full horror unfolded when a soldier of the 3rd Regiment of the Royal Horse Artillery found the death list in a nearby cargo container.
A stunned Capt Kemp said as he flicked through the catalogue of death: "Bloody hell. These are all executions. You can see the bullets, shots to the head."
The stomach-churning pictures of their bloated, twisted faces following torture and possible chemical experiments are too grisly to be shown here. Their wounds are gaping.
Shattered skulls with smashed teeth and bones poke out from more than 200 unsealed coffins, some piled five high, as well as from labelled plastic bags dumped in the hangar near Al Zubayr.
Tufts of thick black hair ripped from scalps are scattered on the floor. In one bag lies an ID card of a man, covered by his own dusty bones.
"Whoever they are, they have been desecrated in their death. No one should ever treat the dead like this,' said Sgt Simon Brain.
In another hangar a dozen tiny concrete cells have been built of breeze blocks. Portraits of Saddam stare from their walls. Rusty hooks dangle from the roofs. Ideal torture chambers.
Outside stood the remnants of what one soldier describes as "a purpose-built shooting gallery"a plinth in front of a wall riddled with bullets.
As forensic specialists move in to inspect the remains for evidence of war crimes, more definite proof of why Saddam's regime must be toppled was unfolding elsewhere in Iraq.
Members of his barbaric Ba'ath Party tortured and killed dozens of youngsters in Basra leaving their bodies hanging from lamp posts.
Children as young as four were taken from their parents and murdered after extremists targeted families thought to have helped coalition forces. Some parents were forced to watch as their tots were hanged.
Aid worker Vanessa Lough said: "In one street alone the bodies of three children could be seen swinging from lamp posts. And round the corner another child lay burned on the road."
NO BLOOD FOR OIL.
Morans.
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[16 Jan 2004|08:43pm] |
Michael: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.
Graham: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine, ay Gessiah?
Terry: You're right there Obediah.
Eric: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?
Michael: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.
Graham: A cup o ' COLD tea.
Eric: Without milk or sugar.
Terry: OR tea!
Michael: In a filthy, cracked cup.
Eric: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.
Graham: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
Terry: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
Michael: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness."
Eric: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.
Graham: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!
Terry: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a corridor!
Michael: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.
Eric: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.
Graham: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake!
Terry: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
Michael: Cardboard box?
Terry: Aye.
Michael: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
Graham: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
Terry: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for four pence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
Eric: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."
Michael: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.
ALL: Nope, nope.
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[01 Jan 2004|01:23pm] |
I can't believe everyone i know loves this guy. Everyone watches the Awful Truth and thinks of him as a god. I've never really liked him ever ever ever.
( Michael Moore sucks ass )
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[18 Dec 2003|02:26pm] |
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[17 Dec 2003|12:30am] |
What should i name my new kitten?
PS I got a new kitten.
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[23 Nov 2003|12:55am] |
Robbie Deans like a month ago: You don't need goalkicking to win a world cup
Aha, good one Robbo. You sure proved me right.
Well done England, you have served my predictions well.
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[20 Nov 2003|10:40pm] |
I heard about a 10 yr old boy from Auckland who went to court with his parents for a custody battle. Turns out the kid wanted out coz his parents beat him. He asked the judge to award custody to the NZ All Blacks. "Why?" The Judge asked.
"Because the All Blacks don't beat anyone" The boy replied
does anyone even read this anymore?
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[20 Nov 2003|07:57pm] |
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the mispelling was for dramatic effect, losers.
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[20 Nov 2003|07:53pm] |
PEOPLE WHO THINK IRAQ SHOULDNT AHVE BEEN INVADED ARE STUPID
there i said it
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[16 Nov 2003|12:29pm] |
i had a haircut see
i'm smiling
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[16 Nov 2003|12:58am] |
i told you we wouldn't win
0% believed me
0% were right
fuck Mitchell and fuck Deans and fuck Thorne
I WIN FUCKERS
I WIN
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[15 Nov 2003|09:19pm] |
Stace: Oh man Morgan left a note in my bag saying that she wants you to answer her text messages and to ring her and talk to her about 'how she thinks that what she thought had changed really hadn't' (I think she means that i still like her when she thought i didn't, when i always did.)
My cell is broke so i can't answer my messages, so i used my mothers to tell her that i'd ring tonight
I rang and she was on a bus with her friends. They could hardly hear me.
Simon: Stace told me that you told him to tell me to ring you
Morgan: err no..
Simon: Is he lying?
Morgan: I might've.. At one point
Simon: I'll ring you back later or something
I come out with two conclusions:
Stace lied. I break his drumkit
Morgan didn't want to talk to me around her friends
oh well chicks hate me
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[29 Oct 2003|06:46pm] |
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i moved
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[28 Oct 2003|09:46pm] |
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Sum up your opinion or impression of me in one word, leave it as a comment in this posting, and then post this sentence in your own journal.
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[28 Oct 2003|08:15pm] |
The funniest thing is Devon giving me a pencil. Because she'd probably do that.
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[27 Oct 2003|07:33pm] |
Kiwiman316: I'm dressing up as my mum for Halloween
Skafe: first time you'll have a mustache?
Kiwiman316: I love you.
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