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[29 May 2004|02:12pm] computer was KIA. i wont be on. for a long time. :D STOP

[22 May 2004|12:26pm] The Army on Friday disciplined a military intelligence analyst who told The Tribune about the mistreatment of a 16-year-old boy and other abuses by interrogators at Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq Sgt. Samuel Provance, 30, said his battalion commander instructed him to turn in his top-secret clearance and was informed he would be reassigned. Provance said he also was told his record is "flagged," meaning he cannot receive promotions, awards or honors. He added that he was warned he might be subject to further disciplinary action for discussing abuses at the prison with the news media. "It's in reference to what's happened--for going public," the sergeant said. "It's not unexpected." 5 skin packs *STOP

apc lyrics :X cant help it... ive been getting back into them lately [20 May 2004|12:15pm] [ music | a perfect circle - 3 libras ] threw you the obvious and you flew with it on your back, a name in your recollection, thrown down among a million same. difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed and passed over when i've looked right through to see you naked and oblivious and you don't see me .but i threw you the obvious just to see if there's more behind the eyes of a fallen angel, the eyes of a tragedy. here i am expecting just a little bit too much from the wounded. but i see through it all and see you. so i threw you the obvious to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel, eyes of a tragedy. oh well. apparently nothing. you don't see me. you don't see me at all. 14 skin packs *STOP

[20 May 2004|11:51am] [ mood | tired ] [ music | integrity-to die for ] i am so tired of my hair. my mohawk looks like crap, i need to shave it. hmm, thinking of shaving my head and leaving my bangs again. i'll probably do that. soon. p.s. my stretched earlobes smell like mandarin oranges. 4 skin packs *STOP

a really long post. and sleep depravation. [01 May 2004|12:45pm] [ music | ludacris - southern fried intro ] speaking of my post about judging people in their pics, you probably wonder "what the hell do you look like, how do youhave room to judge when you dont even show yourself??" well, let me tell you (even though you didnt ask, probably didnt wonder, and quite frankly could give two shits about myself... let me go ahead and tell you i mightdecide to take some polariods so you can see the retard you all could care less for. the last pic i think i uploaded on lj was probably one of mr hussien in december after being caught. and obviously, thats not a pic of myself now is it? in fact, now that i think about it... i believe ive only shown myself once in this journal since ive had it. after making it to work at 3:00 this morning, i started my daily routine. (im a baker, i bake bagels. what a jew of me) i turned on the proofer, and then my oven getting everything out on "line" as quick as possible so that today wouldnt go by like a bitch. did that, so then 7:00 hits. sleep deprevation kicks in. we've got these things called "twists" which we make to go along with peoples salads and shit. theyre much like a bread stick, just in a twisted fashion. i made them - like 60 of them, prepping most them for later in the day, BUT when jen the manager came back into the kitchen she caught a little surprise. me with raw twists hanging from my head like braids. im rick james, bitch! ha. that line is so worn out. btw you wouldnt believe some of the shit i see when going to work every morning. especially on fridays. yesterday on my drive towards the highway i nearly ran into a herd of fucking deer on the on-ramp. 6 of those motherfuckers! down near work, a pack of hooded mexicans ran from the gas station they were at to the street 40 feet away and stopped - right back to an orderly slow paced crawl. 6 of those bitches. i shit you not. its messed up-the stuff i see that is. cop chases, monkeys, sex in the back of cars, football players-still in their football attire, mexicans running from the QT swinging bags of old donuts in the air while yelling out stuff i couldnt comprehend. you name it, ive seen it! ok, maybe not THAT much. take out the monkeys and their you go. its become so normal to me that when i see these things im like - oh, nothing new, just a group of corporate business men running the streets vandalizing. those damn hooligans. indeed, indeed. 4 skin packs *STOP

[30 Apr 2004|01:37pm] [ mood | aggravated ] [ music | outkast-the whole world/B.O.B. ] i actually wrote a long ass post about everything that pisses me off and the computer froze. SO INSTEAD OF THAT POST, heres a brief description of how i felt, words by the locust - anything jesus does i can do better : ~everyday i add to the list of people who can kiss my ass~ THAT IS ALL. STOP

[30 Apr 2004|12:46pm] [ music | D12-loyalty ] While Iraqis are unhappy about the current situation in their country, almost two-thirds in the poll said they expect their country will be better off five years from now than it was before the U.S. and British invasion. But half have doubts the United States is serious about establishing a democratic system in Iraq and even more, 57 percent, doubt the U.S. will allow Iraqis to design their own political future. isn't that the truth. as close as those polls are, i'd have to agree with them. we're not leaving. and we'll more than likely be there longer because they want us gone. and when i say "longer" i figure we'll set up camp and fucking stay. i cant blame the iraqi people for the way they feel. its fucked up. 2 skin packs *STOP

[25 Apr 2004|12:23pm] you know what i hate? males that post pictures of themselves on the net like theyre that great looking. im not the smartest but i can taste the difference between a good jelly bean and a bad one. the worst two types of males who do this : firstly the strong type who show off their muscles ( or lack there off) actually posing their shotgunblown face in the picture also as if thats what hes wanting you to look at. the second type ( and may i add the worse of the two) the GOTH male. now, these actually break down into two groups, and many of them ..... beyond their belief, just cant do it. or shouldnt. theirs the black metal ones, (frilly silky shirts, long dyed black hair, corpse paint, and the oh so GRIM look on his face... maybe alittle hand grasping for the camera like hes going to suck your soul away) and theirs the quiet artsy ones, (they look more like women-WITHOUT trying, and they've placed small quantities of make-up on themselves so that it doesnt come off as extreme and dumb) now these guys dont usually bother me, because they can see the difference between going overboard and staying on deck. anywho, the first ones are just gay and piss me the fuck off to the point that i want to kill them, stick my testicles on the front teeth of the dropped-jaw bitch, then to chop them into tiny pieces and store them in a bed like drug money. :) .... now thats not to say that these HxC guys in their hardcore trucker hats aren't nipping the heels off these louie's and lestat's. (that tends to swerve off direction a tad though) oh, while im on the story off swerving off direction someone nearly killed amber and i last night. im guessing they may have been drunk, but who knows, maybe it was someone i know. i dont see why someone we know would have swerved into my lane to hit me head on, just to ruin both their car, amber and i's car, and to endanger all of our lives - just to get a quick laugh - so needless to say i doubt it was someone i know. now if you all dont mind, im going to go take a shower, put on some corpse paint, listen to some slayer, and take some pictures. 4 skin packs *STOP

[23 Apr 2004|12:34pm] [ mood | rushed ] [ music | D12-40 oz ] i love working from 3:00 a.m. to 11:00 am. it fucking rocks. i need a raise though. 3 skin packs *STOP

[20 Apr 2004|05:58pm] peirced my nostril and septum while we were down in branson seeing cathy errxrand joshpitchforkpagan. i couldnt help but take the septum out though. its like a guard keeping my fingers out of it. and i just cant take that sometimes. :D :P but yeah, maybe down the road i'll re-do it. i kept the nostil though. so eh. back to my leftover grilled stuft burrito for me. yay. 3 skin packs *STOP

[09 Apr 2004|07:14pm] i've got two sides to me. theres the side whos a caring person who wants the best for everyone, who wants peace, and to take the passive way out. the later would be the side who wants to stand up for myself and what i feel. whos angry, hateful, negative, and wants everything but some mere "truce" just to be back stabbed by that group/person later. this side is more instinctive i assume. its hard to understand the human heart; brain. maybe some day i'll piece these feelings together better. 1 skin pack *STOP

[08 Apr 2004|01:44pm] lets watch the sun rise one last time. through the eyes of a turquoise blue. specks of dust. thats what's left of us. thats what we're created from after all. from all ive encountered, from all that ive seen, we can finally come full circle again. why only snapshots of happiness? what about pain? theres the beginnings of a halo forming the circumference of your skull. justifying what you are and leaving behind what you once were. you've never been so ugly. just because its progress doesn't always make it a positive progression. throw away everything that exists later in time. regret nothing. STOP

[07 Apr 2004|06:56pm] [ mood | drained ] this place is a prison and these people aren't your friends inhaling thrills through $20 bills and the tumblers are drained and then flooded again and again theres guards at the on ramps armed to the teeth and you may case the grounds from the cascades to puget sound, but you are not permitted to leave i know there's a big world out there like the one i saw on the screen in my living room late last night, it was almost too bright to see and i know that it's not a party if it happens every night pretending there's glamour and candelabra when you're drinking by candlelight what does it take to get a drink in this place? what does it take, how long must i wait? 2 skin packs *STOP

alkaline trio on the mind [07 Apr 2004|01:40pm] Waking up, zeroed in on medicine. Am I waking up at all today? Seeing lights, feeling pain. There's my cure on ice. I can walk, but I will crawl there... I will crawl there. Sitting straight, feeling faint. An exhausted smile screens my words, but I will hear them. Here's a phrase that we all know, but I can't make sense. I don't know words, but I will hear them. I still hear them. Never ran away for the sake of scars. Tried not to move, but she was armed and shots were fired. Now a hole in the head of this wounded liar. Never had a drink that I didn't like. Got a taste of you, threw up all night. I got more sick with every sour, second rate kiss. Everything I never would miss again. Waking up. I'm zeroed in on medicine. Am I waking up at all today? I'm seeing lights, feeling pain. There's my cure on ice. I can walk, but I will crawl there... I will crawl there. Never ran away for the sake of scars. Tried not to move, but she was armed and shots were fired. Now there's a hole in the head of this wounded liar. Never had a drink that I didn't like. Got a taste of you, threw up all night. I got more sick with every sour, second rate kiss. Everything I never would miss again. Now I don't know... now I don't know... I don't know who your boyfriend is. I don't know... now I don't know... I don't know who your boyfriend is. I don't know... I don't know... I don't know who your boyfriend is. I don't know... I don't know... I don't know who your boyfriend is. I don't know. STOP

[03 Apr 2004|07:13pm] The only thing that will make my life complete is when i turn your face into a toilet seat STOP

Enemies give me reason, to be the last mother fucker breathin [23 Mar 2004|03:54pm] All I need in this life of sin Is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Just me and my girlfriend 1 skin pack *STOP

[23 Mar 2004|01:00pm] man fuck this shit. ima drink some captain morgan and then go pick amber up from work in a few hours, maybe i'll wreck. haha. cross your fingers. STOP

[23 Mar 2004|12:48pm] [ music | makaveli - breathin' ] we were on the convo of peircings at work today, so i figured no better time to ask if i could peirce my nose than then. so i asked.. and i can, as long as its a extremely small ball/retainer. so i guess thats cool. i was told that the big manager natalie would not like it, so i was told they'd rather me not do it... but we'll see. ive been so fucking angry lately, for no reason. i just want to scream. hmm, but on the other hand ive been showing amber more lovin' because ive been stressing for her over her job and all... i wonder if shes even noticed. :/ ive been wanting to write so much lately, but i cant seem to find any real influences or anything. and that alone makes me want to kill someone. >.< im getting my wisdom teeth in. my mouth doesnt have enough room as it is goddamnit. they look so primitive. focus. STOP

[19 Mar 2004|07:19pm] amber told me about this shirt she saw online yesterday it went something like this... i like my women like i want my coffee, ground up and in the freezer. thats got to be the funniest shirt ever. 3 skin packs *STOP

ha. the dwarves are the shit. [19 Mar 2004|07:00pm] [ music | the dwarves - lets fuck ] Eyeballs for breakfast Jack off for lunch I'd like you better if you had a fuckin cunt Let's fuck- let's fuck I'm made of rubber You're made of glue I wanna stick my fucking cock inside of you Let's Fuck I am the best fuckin fuck in the whole USA I can fuck you to death, I can fuck you to stay I am the best fucking fuck in the whole fuckin world Dog eat dog, boy eat girl I'm the duke of fuckin earl Let's fuck Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed Old enough to pee then she's old enough for me Let's fuck STOP

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