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Wednesday, January 28th, 2004 |
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nicole for a better world: i believe that we should replace all of the meteorologists with politicians...this way we will be able to tell when they are lying out their asses. (yes, i should be the president. plenty of great ideas here!) anyway, i have a riddle for everyone: michigan = not content north carolina = not content japan = not content north carolina = not content michigan = not content what do you think you'll find in atalanta? hmmhmmh?! you know who you are and you know the answer. but hey, everyone needs their teenage fantasy, right? and just so you know, this is what i don't need in a friendship: talking about your friends in negative ways & never saying it to their faces lying & keeping back information when asked maintaining a secret life avoiding communication at all costs i guess i am done with this. i don't appreciate such games. i have given you more chances than i do most people because i know that you missed a lot being away for over 4 years. but, i have had enough. we have nothing in common and i don't believe a word that you say. your actions and words do not match up. it's always sad when things end in these ways but i've learned to deal with it. i am not going to waste my time, bite my tongue, or lose sleep over this. time's up |
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Sunday, January 18th, 2004 |
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http://www.painstation.de/ (!you cannot go wrong when you combine pain and pong!) |
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Thursday, January 15th, 2004 |
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"for every fatal shooting, there are roughly three nonfatal shootings. and, folks, this is unacceptable in america. it's just unacceptable. and we're going to do something about it." -george w. bush, philadelphia, may 14, 2001 You're the Chatterer. As Pinhead's second in command, you enjoy the tiny smidgen of power he indulges you with (like letting you get a make- over in HR2). But what you enjoy most is wandering the corridors of hell, looking for someone to 'play' with. And of course, if you can't find anyone, you never feel too alone. There's always the chattering of your teeth to keep you company. Which Cenobite are you? (includes pictures) brought to you by Quizilla in modern culture my friend you must be careful they've a million ways to kill you in this dangerous world there's an art to growing old taking chances magic happens random news of the moment-jason had his first day of school. todd got his lip pierced.do a happy dance for them! i'm hyper.yo |
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Monday, January 12th, 2004 |
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my brother lost the power cord to the sega cd and broke the power cord to the super nintendo. bastard. My lover's charms Are in a box Beneath my bed And piece by piece I'll cherish them Until the end |
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Thursday, January 8th, 2004 |
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i feel tired and spacey but not in the bad way. i am not sick anymore...most of whatever it was in my body for the last 8 days has left my body in some way or another. i started writing a short story. the idea just came to me...spilled out of me. it was not one of the three that i have been saving inside my head. the time seemed right but at the same moment-not. of course, i stopped 75% of the way through & that does not really matter because i don't share my writing with very many people anyway. i think i may nap soon and think of the silly things that i do before sleep. there is one thing that is annoying me but not to the point(at this very moment) of breaking my space-less-ness. "canned hunts". the idea sickens me. wouldn't it be great to find a list of everyone who has ever participated in such disgusting events and strip them bare and throw them in with caged animals or better yet wait for them to be unarmed at their homes...doing dishes or sitting at their kitchen tables eating dinner & holding the door open to a family of hungry bears. wouldn't that be so nice? if you do not know what "canned hunts" are, look it up. you should know. they are almost everywhere. "http://www.fund.org/Documents/52363-74 |
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Saturday, January 3rd, 2004 |
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i liked this quote... "she had shadows underneath her eyes as if her makeup had been put on upside down." oh, yeah...and i am sick AGAIN! |
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Thursday, January 1st, 2004 |
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(i am grateful for my hidden stash of t3, my warm bed, and my kitty...i don't think i could of made it through this morning/afternoon without them). | ||||||
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Thursday, December 25th, 2003 |
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please tell me, what's the fucking point? | ||
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Wednesday, December 24th, 2003 |
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There's not a lot I believe anymore I mistrust everything I had been longing for There's not a lot that I know anymore But I know if good bridge is burning -------------------------------------- Another day and I could've gone mad Another day and it might've gotten bad Another day and I might have betrayed Every scruple I have I'm so glad you decided to come i feel like fucking shit. |
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( early aids posters/propaganda that caught my attention (for different reasons...) ) | ||||
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Wednesday, December 17th, 2003 |
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there is no resisting me once the santa man brings me these... Granny Panties What Will Santa Bring You? brought to you by Quizilla <3 xoxo! |
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Sunday, December 14th, 2003 |
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if you believe the things on the television-there is no other word for you than..naive. life does not come wrapped in a fucking bow. things are not adding up. -Newsweek May21 ...we know nothing. remember that. |
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Tuesday, December 9th, 2003 |
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cat's leg thing was supposed to be on until saturday. she has already managed to rip it off. i have her entire leg taped. she's not very happy. she tried to bite my face | ||||
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Monday, December 8th, 2003 |
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...SECRET WHORE...you act like you are a god fearing woman but really you are riding the cock of the devil...tsk tsk tsk...o well you only live once.... what kind of WHORE are you? (great pictures!!!! PLEASE TAKE IT) brought to you by Quizilla Which Historical Lunatic Are You? From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey. You are Charles VI of France, also known as Charles the Mad or Charles the Well-Beloved! A fine, amiable and dreamy young man, skilled in horsemanship and archery, you were also from a long line of dribbling madmen. King at 12 and quickly married to your sweetheart, Bavarian Princess Isabeau, you enjoyed many happy months together before either of you could speak anything of the other's language. However, after illness you became a tad unstable. When a raving lunatic ran up to your entourage spouting an incoherent prophecy of doom, you were unsettled enough to slaughter four of your best men when a page dropped a lance. Your hair and nails fell out. At a royal masquerade, you and your courtiers dressed as wild men, ending in tragedy when four of them accidentally caught fire and burned to death. You were saved by the timely intervention of the Duchess of Berry's underskirts. This brought on another bout of sickness, which surgeons countered by drilling holes in your skull. The following months saw you suffer an exorcism, beg your friends to kill you, go into hyperactive fits of gaiety, run through your rooms to the point of exhaustion, hide from imaginary assassins, claim your name was Georges, deny that you were King and fail to recognise your family. You smashed furniture and wet yourself at regular intervals. Passing briefly into erratic genius, you believed yourself to be made of glass and demanded iron rods in your attire to prevent you breaking. In 1405 you stopped bathing, shaving or changing your clothes. This went on until several men were hired to blacken their faces, hide, jump out and shout "boo!", upon which you resumed basic hygiene. Despite this, your wife continued sleeping with you until 1407, when she hired a young beauty, Odette de Champdivers, to take her place. Isabeau then consoled herself, as it were, with your brother. Her lovers followed thick and fast while you became a pawn of your court, until you had her latest beau strangled and drowned. A severe fever was fended off with oranges and pomegranates in vast quantities, but you succumbed again in 1422 and died. Your disease was most likely hereditary. Unfortunately, you had anywhere up to eleven children, who variously went on to develop capriciousness, great cruelty, insecurity, paranoia, revulsion towards food and, in one case, a phobia of bridges. AND.......no one went with me this morning. no one even offered. it was hard on me. |
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Sunday, December 7th, 2003 |
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I envy your demise I hope it's all you dreamed it would be One bullet in this gun Not sure if it's for you or me I envy your demise With all the guilt you hid away All the lies that I had spun And all the times I wished you'd stay Now, all that I'll ever suffer All that I'll ever be All that I'll ever ruin You can always cover me with makeup I envy your demise Seven hundred and fifty degrees When it burned it smelled like you But it scorched and looked a lot like me I envy your demise You never said that you'd try When I had to lose control Lose control to really cry Now, all that I'll ever abuse All that I'll ever see All that I'll ever ruin You can always cover it with makeup All that I'll ever limit All that I'll ever try All that I'll ever trust You can always cover it with All that I'll ever abuse All that I'll ever see All that I'll ever ruin You can always cover it with makeup human existence is merely existence...and i am not ok with that. my words are empty and followed by echoes. you'll never get them. it's all bullshit. |
Monday, December 1st, 2003 |
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Friday, November 28th, 2003 |
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dear lj, i don't feel like sharing what i am feeling or anything else that is inside my head with you at the moment. so, instead i leave you with this task. yes, i stole it... 01: What is your first memory of me: 02: How long have we been friends: 03: Tell about one memory we share together: 04: Describe me in four adjectives: 05: If we could spend a day together what would we do: 06: Name one thing you really don't like about me: 07: Name one thing you really do like about me: 08: If you could give me a gift what would it be: 09: Have we ever gotten in a fight & about what: 10: Have we ever hugged: 11: Have we ever danced with each other: 12: Have you ever seen me cry: 13: Have i ever offended you: 14: What is something embarrassing that i've done: 15: What do i usually look like when you see me: 16: What do i say all the time\whats my catch phrase: 17: Do you think we will be friends in 5 years: 18: Do you think i am bitchy: 19: Has there been anything you wanted to tell me, but didn't: 20: What advice would you give me, in general: 21: Wanna make out: 22: Suggest a band / cd for me to listen to: 23: Is there a song that reminds you of me: ...and i quit something. just not sure what it is. and yes, i'm an asshole. |
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Monday, November 24th, 2003 |
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i don't have control over anything right now. i cannot even sleep when i want to or keep food in my stomach. i feel like i cannot help those i care about. i am afraid of having a breakdown. don't be disappointed in me. i'm sorry. now i must take my 1 hour of sleep and continue on with my 10 hour day... | ||||
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Friday, November 21st, 2003 |
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Wednesday, November 12th, 2003 |
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HAPPY (big) BIRTHDAY CASSIE PANTS! <3 (may mystical monkeys bring you many memory filled moments of magic and more..) xoxox-me |
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