| AT CHURCHILL'S, FUCKAAAHS. | |||
| 02:34am 14/08/2004 | |||
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Hey, to all of you who didn't turn out tonight, all I have to say is that it was your loss. Churchill's was kickin' tonight with awesome bands and awesome DJ's and what not. Tereso was awesome-they're some cocky Argentinian shits, but they rocked either way. I also really liked Why Not. Oh! I worked the door with Charity and Nicole. Envy me. I haven't been able to get online too often lately, like I've said before, and I'm having major internet withdrawal. School starts tomorrow. How gay. Meh. Well, kisses. :D |
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| Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today... | |||
| 11:53am 08/08/2004 | |||
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Oh my, oh my, oh me! I'm so happy I can cry. Me, a once proclaimed internet addict, went without going online for about a month, and now I'm back on... and I can cry... tears of joy. Well, not really. I'm at my cousin's house and I decided to check up on this thing while he's off playing some kind of game which involves a little blond elf-thing being followed by other little elf-things dressed in different colors blowing things up. I don't really have anything else to say. Oh, Recycled Blues owns your mother, um, and so does Napoleon Dynamite. Oh, and I just want to dedicate Bjork's "Venus as a Boy" to all those boyfriends who look like girlfriends... (that I had in February of last year). Does anyone watch The Brini Maxwell Show on the Style Network? Does anyone else think she's a man? |
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| 08:49pm 17/07/2004 | |||
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Please disregard the previous entry. That was only the outcome of a friend high off her ass and the fact that she went ha-ha-I-have-your-password happy on my ass. Anyway, I haven't been updating lately due to, um, internet troubles and what not, so I don't know when I'll be updating next. Nothing much has been up with my life as of late other than my art classes, falling head first into a severe infatuation with the totally hot guy in said art class with the jew-fro, hearing about one of my friend's crushes all day, not being home much, watching I Love the 90's when I am, and being told that, in fact, I am a gay man... on the inside. Today I was going to go to the beach but it started to rain, so my friend and I ran to a pizza place but alas, no seats, so a friend and I got pizza to go and had a nice picnic on towels underneath a tent in front of a store. It doesn't sound very interesting but it was fun nonetheless. Well, I'll let you guys go now. Muah! |
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| 12:31pm 17/07/2004 | |||
| Hey guys I am better than you because my computer is fucked up and i cant update, I love you and theres a massive orgy at my house tonight. | |||
| Random Day of Sleep and Clip Shows and Bad Hair and Nothing Else. | |||
| 09:11pm 03/07/2004 | |||
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Today I'm sick. I feel like a dying dog just waiting to be euthanized. I'm sniffly and I'm cold, but not, and I'm hot, but not, and I'm sweaty but I've got goosebumps, and I feel like a bulimic throwing up just everything she eats (mad props to bulimia, you know, 'cause I don't want to go offending anyone, now, do I?). Meh. On the plus side my momma made me the best chicken soup in the world and my next-door neighbor made me orange juice popsicles, 'cause she loves me and I love cute old women with raspy voices who always smell like cigarette smoke and cat nip. I missed my friend Katherine's fifteenth birthday luau celebration and I'm really sorry I did. I haven't seen her since my birthday in April, but we must get together some time so I can give her a present (and I swear it won't be one of those "bathing kits" they sell at Wal-Mart that come with a body wash, a bubble bath, a body lotion, a "body mist" and a loofah sponge). I've spent my day watching I Love the 70's on VH1 and True Life: I'm Obese on MTV and on it was this one girl who was a plus-size model and that made me decide that I want to go into modeling... but I doubt anyone who's five-one would make it even for petite clothing. Hell, I can always model little boy's clothes for the Gap... but even the extra-smalls fit me kinda big and entirely too short. I'm fucked, aren't I? A friend of mine came over a few hours ago and he's cheered me up some. He keeps playing with my hair and doing weird things to it. He reminds me of a four year old girl 'cause I always tried to make my mom look pretty by doing the most horrible things to her hair when I was four. All I know is that I better be um, better by tomorrow 'cause I'm going to that Fourth of July thing at Peacock Park and I want to see Gigi again! |
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| In honor of my sex toy... | |||
| 12:44am 28/06/2004 | |||
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I would like to honor my tall blond lover, I mean, friend... ( a.k.a. The Hottest Monkey-Fucker In Town ) I've known Katya for years and years, but not until recently did I let her get into my pants, er, I mean, not until recently did we begin to get along. From fourth to seventh grade I felt a horrible hatred toward this poor child, making her feel the wrath of the short, chubby, poofy-haired kid I once was, but this is no more. In eighth grade we reconciled, and upon entrance to high school, we became very close, and I do mean very close. Being a cheerleader, Katya was easy by nature, so sex was plentiful and good, I mean... Uh... She was a great cheerleader, so, um, she was flexible, I mean, um... A great dancer. Katya has been a great friend and has stuck by me even in my most annoying of moments. She stood by through whining and crying and screaming and hissy fit throwing and all of that, because I am a difficult child and she a patient one. I love Katya like a skinny kid loves to make fun of a fat kid who loves cake. Look, I even have a series of comics made about her... ( Parts One and Two of PLEASE DON'T GO!!! ) I love Katya so much I even wrote a sonnet about her BOOBS! Look: They draw my eye's attention toward them Cupped in bras too cute with frilled lace, sweety Smiling when I pull up your dress' hem Not too big not too small, caught right between Perky and round they peek up through your blouse The perfect boobs for a hot sex machine Quiet when your parents are at your house So round and young and gravity defied Those breasts for which I yearn longingly For to have them would be to have so lied For no one could have those budding shyly And so she blushed when her changing I spied For her nipples poked through, set pink and high (Shhhh. Don't tell anyone who really wrote it.) Katya is Katya. It's as simple as that. And frankly, there's no one K is for the way you know I like it A is for always giving it good T is terribly, terribly hot to look at Y is "Yes, I want you!" A is for all you've done and all the hugs you've given me! |
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