| Touch Eyeballs to Screen for Cheap Laser Surgery! |
[entries|friends|calendar] |
|
|
[23 Oct 2004|08:53pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 indifferent |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
shat |
] |
and so after all that, im not moving to bayonne after all. im actually sad.
i have square cupholders in my car. dp is now on the lookout for some square cups. i thought maybe juice boxes, but none of em fit. now i lean my coffee up against the radio and ash in the cupholder.
i dont know what comedian said it, but i really wanna reiterate something. girls should not smile in porn. you look like a fuckin banana ass gettin your butt reamed and grinning about it.
speaking of which, playboy published an article saying that a million dollar study conducted by the, oh, i dunno, the international association for peanuts or something, and after all that money spent, they found the worlds funniest joke:
"two guys are hunting and suddenly one falls over. he doesnt appear to be breathing. his friend calls 911 from his cell phone. the operator listens to the situation and then says to the friend 'okay lets make sure hes dead before we do anything'. the operator hears a gunshot and the friend gets back on the line and says "ok. now what?"
*crickets*
im tryna get ready for tonight but i put my stupid rattails in first and now i cant get my shirt over my head.
|
|
|
[20 Oct 2004|01:55am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 creative |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
SHAT - D.S.L. |
] |
ive overcome my long and death defying battle with chicken pox. except for the $967 bill for my 45 minute visit to the ER its almost all behind me.
AOL fucked me once again. apparently, you can only keep read mail for like a week, and then it disappears into the eternal void. so anyone who had mailed me within the past few weeks, your mail has passed on to a better place place before i had the chance to reply. i solly.
got a new car. well not new, its actually older than my precious baby Eagle Talon, but since it hasnt been subjected to the grueling driving habits of yours truly it actually runs like a dream and purrs like a pussycat. it also has the pickup of an old man waiting for his viagra to kick in so i now drive like a senile old bat.
if i have to listen to that 9 minute long green day song one more time im gonna walk away with quiet dignity and then bash my skull against the dashboard.
brian gave my dad timmys old playboys. now theyve found a permanent home in the kitchen. well, in my house, where else would they belong?
getting my own apt soon. in the trenches of gayonne. im gonna get "jersey city" tattooed on my forehead so people dont think im ... let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time, in a galaxy far far away, a boat of settlers landed on land. Well, it wasnt land, it was actually New Yorks parking lot. but these settlers didnt know any better. and ill tell you why. The place where the settlers hailed from was called Yonne. and Yonne was a planet much like any other. Kings and Queens, architects and historians, hair dressers and telephone sanitizers. One day the mighty king, King Burger said to his queen, Queen Dairy that a change needed to be made. There were too many useless people clogging up the economy. Wouldnt Yonne fare much better by getting rid of these shiftless clods? And so they stated to the fair people "FAIR PEOPLE! WE HAVE DECIDED TO COLONIZE A NEW PLANET. WE WILL SEND OUR MOST USEFUL PEOPLE (wink wink) TO THE PLANET FIRST TO MAKE SURE THAT WHEN THE REST OF US GET THERE, WE WILL BE ASSURED OF HAVING A GOOD HAIRCUT AND CLEAN TELEPHONES!" And so, the hairdressers, phone sanitizers, rude sales clerks, telemarketers, ravers, gravers, and brian fucking boyles of the planet got onto a sleek new spacecraft. King Burger and Queen Dairy and their children, Wendy and Roy Rogers bade them farewell as they took off into the darkness. King Burger clapped his hands together and said something very much to the tune of "Well, that takes care of that" and went on his merry way back to the White Castle, knowing full well that none of the important people would be following them to this new planet, and his planet would be smart once again.
Meanwhile, eleventy hundred years later, the spacecraft crash landed on a blue green planet called earth, in the western hemisphere, in north america in a tiny state called NJ (no jaywalking) aka new yorks parking lot. the people spilled out and declared this place GAYYONNE! in hommage to Yonne, where they hailed from. They went about, co-mingling, having sex with their siblings children and that sort of thing, and generally making a brand new mess of Primordial soup. And there they lived for hundreds of years, being generally weird, having too many children and making a giant noise about a light rail going through their precious dump.
One day, the beautifully stunning, abysmally smart and street wizened princess of the ghetto next door (jersey city) named "SHAYBABY" (jerseyan for beautifully stunning and abysmally smart) walked in. she had gone to high school in this mock-town, and was now searching for housing there to be close to her sexy (albeit inbred) boyfriend donky punch. she observed the odd cameraderie of the town, the fact that there were way too many sets of twins, and the fact that everybody seemed to have the same last name. she demanded to one oddly formed set of twins, the Kearneys, to see the ruler of this wack village. This set of twins couldnt understand her language, as she possessed a full mouth of teeth, and so they sent her to the Oracle, Leesimmy. Leesimmy was the oracle because it used to be two people, Lisa and Timmy, but due to the toxic waste the light rail brought through town, were fused into one person. SHAYBABY bowed before Leesimmy and asked why, if there was a loving and forgiving god, would she have let such a town exist? Leesimmy pondered for a moment. Leesimmy pondered because it couldnt think straight because Muroreo (the two headed puppy of all thats cute and evil) was chewing on Leesimmy's leg. However, Leesimmy managed to send the glorious princess SHAYBABY to the smartest being in town, after demanding that, upon return, SHAYBABY bring back offerings of marilyn manson toys and living dead doll gifts.
SHAYBABY walked for many minutes, making her way to the revered 23rd street. Finally she came to the park in which the smartest being resided. She finally materialized. She was... a 2 year old boxer named Bailey. SHAYBABY beseeched the smartest being as to why Gayonne existed. Bailey said "I was sent on this mission from the planet Yonne to make sure these retards never realized King Burgers hidden agenda and made their way back to Yonne. We arrived safely, built 100 houses and 5976308547 schools and so, my job here is done. What these mortals do with themselves is not my concern." and so Bailey picked up a huge rawhide bone and gnawed at it, thereby dismissing SHAYBABY.
SHAYBABY walked these lonely streets along this Kennedy Boulevard of broken dreams. La la la la la laaaaa la la laaaaa.... Her shadow is the only one that walks beside her....na na na na na naa na na na naaa naaa.. she wished that someone out there will find her... till then she walks alooooone.
i have, of course, gotten into daddys porn n wine cabinet. gnight.
|
|
|
[19 Aug 2004|02:21am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 drunk |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
shat - shut the fuck up |
] |
ive spent entirely too much time today doing laundry, getting drunk, and playing bloodrayne. i wish i could use my days off for better purposes, i.e. writing a check to the damn IRS for their bloody 128 dollars so theyll leave me alone.
d.p. had pity on my dumb ass and is now defeating the bad guy for me. so ill leave you with this bit of enlightening info.
"There are several ways to irritate a lady.
You could mention that 'er 'ats gone out of style!
That's sure to get her miffed,
Its bound to cause a tiff,
But here's a little trick to go the extra mile..."
"Give 'er just a little kick in the cunt!
A kick in the cunt?
A kick in the cunt!
How's about a nice kick in the cunt?
You're sure to have her stupmed
If you go for the punt
With a jolly good kick in the cunt"
"Now you might wanna sock her
A clop in the choppers
Or shock her by making
A grab at her knockers
But she'll call the coppers
And you'll land in jail
Where you eat bread and water and
Shit it a pail
So if you've enough
Of her womanly guff
No need to be rough
It'll be quite enough
To call her bluff
With a huff and a puff
Just stuff your foot
Straight into her muff!"
(repeat chorus)
1 shot to whoever can tell me where this comes from
|
|
|
[16 Aug 2004|11:22pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 cranky |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
shat - she's got no ass |
] |
...
i finally cleared most of the not so accidental porn off my computer. so now i have RAM or ROM or QVC or whatever it is that makes my this thing run. and in retrospect not a whole lot of anything worth mentioning happened in my absence so lets just start off with about a week ago, shall we?
ive been trying to get donky punches parents to adopt me. then maybe when my brother flirts with me in cell text messages it wont be so illegal. is suggestive incest illegal? *note to self, check with rob toxic.* also his parents feed me and his whole house is filled with comedians.
ive finally come up with a design to cover my tattoo, and it involves the pulaski skyway. nuff said.
so ive got a new lj icon. its ripped off of the cover of Shat's album "The Best of.. The Cunt Chronicles" i dont think they'll mind since they just got done with britney spears's lawyers over some plagarism or copyright infringement or some shit.
---->i love jarv and kaliss's melissa<----
my dad got a cell phone so his man-woman can keep him on a tight leash. i came home today to find the man hollering into the wrong end of it. then he electrocuted himself when he tried to rewire the faulty lighting in the bathroom.
*note: shaving in the dark because of said faulty wiring is more dangerous than you think. no, my legs are fine...
so when all is said and done, im just regurgitating the same worthless drivel i always write in here, but i have missed my LJ therapy, and so, till tomorrow, good night, sleep tight, im gonna go crawl on top of dp and fall asleep.
*****edit*****
donky punch kicked me off of him so he could keep playing some racing game. so poor me came back online.
heres a bit o'fun. do what i just did. get drunk, and go waaaaay back into your LJ past. intriguing that ive never thought to do that before. has anyone else?
|
|
|
[14 Aug 2004|07:28pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 exhausted |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
i threw up on her cunt - shat |
] |
my computer is fixed once and for all. of course now i dont have much to say. i will be witty and entertaining tomorrow.
|
|
|
[12 May 2004|11:55am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 sleepy |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
happatai - yatta |
] |
Today was really tiring.
I got out of bed just before breakfast because the smell of cooking bacon woke me up.
I feel unusual because my antidepressants are making me hairy.
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 masturbate twenty times. I'm so horny. Click here to see my website.
I want to tell the world that my girlfriend Amy is the bomb! She made pizza last night, and even though I burnt my lips on the cheese, it was awesome!!!
I am updating this journal for the first time in ages, because I've been in prison.
Today, I got a digital camera! Yes! Here's some photos of my cock.
I want to say thanks to my dad for giving me my own computer and digital camera. Here's a photo of my room. The weather in Ontario is cold. I have nothing more to say.
I went to the doctor yesterday, and he said I have bipolar disorder, which makes me different enough to be interesting, but the same as all the other cool people with bipolar disorder.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you you're a moron.
i just drank 3 cups of milk.
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.
Created with the Gregor's Semi-Automatic LiveJournal Updater™. Update your journal today!
Powered by Rum and Monkey
|
|
|
[11 May 2004|02:07am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 happy |
] |
i cant check my comments because every time i try to open my mailbox some "free porn portal" thing pops up. ill get around to fixing that later.
i got a pet snail today. his names Gary. hes huge and only moves if youre not looking at him. dps parents gave him to me because he was eating all their fish, or something. he has this long slimy thing that pops out of him and if dont know if thats his head or what.
and now for something completely different
|
|
|
[05 May 2004|01:03am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 blank |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
buzzzzzz |
] |
*blink*
*yawn*
the world wide web, the information superhighway, the entire world is at my fingertips. i can research mating rituals of galapagos turtles. i can find out (via quizdiva) which nsync boy im most nsync with. i can play arkanoid with someone in taiwan. i can hook up netmeeting and make stupid faces at the person in taiwan im playing arkanoid with. i can look up the scripts for every episode of every season of Perfect Strangers and commit them to memory. i can stalk old boyfriends (for just $19.95 a month!)and see if theyve all been paying their taxes. i can find deluxe recipes for ramen noodles as well as land mines. i can buy elite cheeses from exotic lands. i can listen to a chess play-by-play commentary on streaming radio. i can watch videos of other people having fun. i can watch videos of people making fun of people doing stupid things. i can watch people have sex and make fun of the stupid things theyre doing. i can learn how to make homemade napalm out of a two snails and a soda can.
...and yet.. i am desensitized. woe is me that is ignorant of the zillion ways one can utilize the internet...
and is alphabetizing the 23 people on her buddylist.
|
|
|
[03 May 2004|11:38pm] |
|
i finally contacted aol to get my old master screen name password and made my own screen name. i have a real email address now instead of ridiculous mail.com, so i will actually be notified of comments and shit like that without having to go all through entries to respond. that being said, the new stuff is Das Uber Luder@aol.com. that is all.
|
|
|
[03 May 2004|11:29am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
drained |
] |
who is that anyway? and a magnifying glass? am i to use the sun to burn this person like an ant? im starting to think that these memegen things are not based in reality.
|
|
|
[30 Apr 2004|07:20am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 groggy |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
tenacious d |
] |
im apparently allergic to black hair dye now. my scalp and neck are itchy as all hell and the back of my right ear looks like aids.
i was going through my closet today and could not identify half of the items. somewhere around 10 years ago i became a repository for other peoples shit, but as i have inherited giant warm snuggly sleepy pants i wont complain.
why am i up so early? i was up making my very own *Bea Hair* for 5 hours and i *might* have one pigtail pony fall lookin thing done. however, as it is all black and so is my carpet, i have now lost the damn thing for good.
i have mixed emotions about the rain. on one hand, i think i left my passenger window open. on the other hand, it is washing steves pee off my trunk.
dont know why im sitting here. there are scene points galore tangled up in my sheets and im gonna go get some.
|
|
|
[24 Mar 2004|02:06pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
happy |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
still eddie izzard |
] |
i just realized... i get to see donky punch the mighty all dressed up for a wedding friday. finger lickin good.
|
|
|
[24 Mar 2004|01:20pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 sick |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
eddie izzard |
] |
now what this here hoonanny does is count the words i type most in livejournal.
well well now that we all know i have nothing interesting to say, lets just get on with it.
i was in the bathroom at work yesterday and im in my stall, you know, whatever, and the lady next to me starts screaming HELLO? HELLO!! At first i didnt know whether she was talking to me or to something she had just produced, but after about 30 seconds of "HELLO? ARE YOU THERE?! it became clear. i muttered a tentative "uh, hi" and hoped that would be enough. ... thats when i realized she wasnt talking to me at all, she was talking into her cell phone. oh... silly me.
because it is normal, i assume, to have a conversation on a cell phone while youre... evacuating. i havent hopped on this bandwagon yet and i hope nobody im on the phone with ever does. i dont need to hear whats going on in there. i, personally have a shy bladder and cant pee unless im faking hacking a lung, flushing the toilet and singing loudly to cover the sound. .... but far be it from me to halt other peoples fun.
i performed an experiment last wednesday. i decided to test myself to see if i could actually be anyones mother. so i went to merys and told dave i was taking the baby. i shouldve just turned my ass around and went to burger king. first i have to change my very first shit diaper. and mind you im not all that happy with touching a little boys dingaling. its just... not right. so i give the baby to hani and stare in wonder as she just gets her hands all up in his junk... i walked out of the room, washed my hands, and raided the fridge.
after he was all dressed and shit, i carried him, the stroller, the car seat, the diaper bag and other truckloads of baby propaganda into my eensy weensie little sports car. locked him up like a sausage, and went on my way to liz's job. at first i talked to him. he looked like he was interested, a little, so i kept talking. i told him about the shit me and mery would get into as kids, why none of the other little girls could hang out with us because their mommies thought we were the "wrong crowd." i use the obligatory bunny ears there because the other little girls are now either crack addicted cum dumpsters or dead. haha. anyway. he fell asleep. i thought it was cute. fast forward an hour to the parking lot of the palisades mall. its raining, cold, and i cant unbuckle this brat. hes screaming, and once i get him out, i realize nobody ever showed me how to open the stroller. now i have no place to put the kid, so i set him on the hood and kinda balance him there with a leg as i fight with this fucking contraption. fine. get it open, get him in. walk the forty miles to the mall and I FORGOT THE FUCKING DIAPER BAG. had to go all the way back. ... met liz and dumped the kid in her arms and marched straight to arbys for some delicious foodstuffs. couldnt eat worth a hit cuz the kid kept digging his fingers in my mashed potatoes, smearing ketchup up his nose, and peeing on my magazine. then he proceeded to run around liz's store like a madman. i went in the back and smoked a cigarette. when i came out... he had fallen asleep. and i fell in love with him, my adorable little godson, with his thumb in his mouth *just like his mother* and his hair *oh christ mery will you please cut it, everyone thinks hes a girl* no, but really, i do love him, and im gonna be all i can be and soak this kid in toys and things and whatever else these kids like. and then... he is awake. and i chuck the baby bottle at liz and walk out the mall by myself.
so in conclusion, the shay line ends here. i cannot have children, unless they are permanently asleep. my dads already got grandchildren and i attract guys that hate kids so as for this very monent, im all set. but its wednesday, and im due at merys house to pick up dejosh. Or D-Lo as we call him, because DeJosh is a little silly. im out.
p.s. accordingly, where lenny is made out of oatmeal and damian is made out of pudding and DP is made out of delicious meat and cheeses, i am apparently made out of butter. .. i just wanted to remember that.
|
|
|
[11 Mar 2004|10:15pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 pissed off |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
byyyyyy MENNEN |
] |
last night i made a man cry and then crash his car... purposely... three times... into a guardrail. can i get away with saying i did it to make everyone laugh?
probably not. so hes not coming out anymore. he came to my job and i informed him he was lucky he got shoved around by me and not the scrappy pissed off d.p. that steve had to hold back. well he apologized, told me he is ridiculously sorry about everything he said to everyone and did and that he just drank waaaaaaaaay too much and lost his fucking marbles. *sigh*
my dad marinated london broil in orange juice. i asked him if he was dead the fuck up. he goggled at me like i was from another planet. i guess the term doesnt translate into alzheimerese.
on another note, my big brother (the blood one) came into my work the other day. i didnt even recognize him minus the wife and kids, plus the chintzy new girlfriend. he wants to hang out. i didnt have the balls to ask him why all of a sudden he likes me now when for the past 22 years i didnt really count. im not gonna call him. like i really need ANOTHER big brother.
this entry definitely has a downward tilt to it. im gonna stop it now, and go celebrate, oh, i dont know, nudity in elevators with beer and chicken and futurama and brian.
my dad is slowly crawling down the hallway. he just passed my door. there didnt seem to be a point to that.
|
|
|
[09 Mar 2004|11:20am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
indifferent |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
rancid - listed m.i.a. |
] |
me and steve went to play with dan last night at benders. steve just kept pumpin dollas into the touch screen thingy and so the whole night was spent lookin at fat "babes" from the 80's and looking for missing shadows.
on the turnpike home i wrote an ode to donky punch over a rancid song but i dont remember it now. steve wants me to write one for him. ill do it at work, i aints got nothin better to do there.
bar night is tomorrow, im goin to some place in the city to play with !! real alcohol (colored water stains your fingers) but ill prolly leeave early so i can go play with the gays *cough* guys at feathers.
i have a tapeworm.
im gonna go to work now and try really hard not to get pulled over. either im absolutely irresistible to cops and theyre so enthralled by the mere sight of me... or they all keep thinking im dan of the suspended license fame.
i do NOT want to brush my hair right now.
|
|
|
[08 Mar 2004|11:18am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
groggy |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
avrils new "give it up to you" song |
] |
im trying to quit smoking. i have 4 days. if i can give it up and not be sick by thursday, then all will be well and i wont make a fool out of myself april third and let my favorite jew down.
i took my bartending test, got a 98 on the written but failed the pour test miserably and the reason why is because i kept fucking up the glasses. well when you have "rules" such as.. "anything with one liquor and a balance or a soda goes into a highball glass.... except for the ones that dont..." so i gotta take it again next friday.
im glad avril lavigne is sticking up for the 6 virgins that are left. ... oops, 5.
i did absolute shit this weekend. q's on friday, Fridays and then Chumleys on saturday and Bennigans with dp, steve and kraigger on sunday. but donky punch let me drive the tracker with the top down so i can cross that off my life's to-do list. hes not gonna let me do that often. he says i "drive with authority" (euphemism for i have a lead foot)
dan came out on friday, and i was so afraid that it would turn out to be a disaster. but its good to see that hes lightened up and matured a lot. we had a lot of fun, he actually got drunk enough to get up on the platform thing with me. then he helped me kick over the brown people who were dryhumping.
pardon me, there are now 3 left.
i told kim a few days ago that i am no longer helping out or covering for georgie porgie. if that makes the business look incompetent... bleh. they dont pay me enough to babysit a man who cant figure out his ass from his earlobe. and so, i have a feeling today will be filled with crossword puzzles and bullshitting on the phone.
eh, thats really it. im gonna go trudge my lazy ass to work now.
P.S. the professor from futurama shares my birthday, and there are no more virgins left on the earth.
|
|
|
[23 Feb 2004|10:20pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
exhausted |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
daddy singin in the shower |
] |
saturday morning kraig marshall almost died at my hands. i fell asleep at liz and steves around 4am. kraig started bangin on the door and ringin the bell at around 6:30. i tried to ignore it, but if kraig is on a mission, theres no stopping him. i met him at the door with a disgruntled grunt and went back to sleep while he entertained liz with stories of ted shitting on his own back. slept for an hour, and then lo and behold new mvm is cranking full blast from steves stereo. turns out kraig had just finished whatever the hell it is that he does to finish a cd and he was excited and needed to show his bassist. i wanted to cry. i finally ended up peeling my bedraggled butt up off the couch to go scare these two into submission with my moring-after-didnt-wash-my-makeup-off-face. i guess theyre used to it though.
so anyway, today was my first day at bartending school. (Proud of me yet, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) project_mayhem_?) played with colored water, and ended up turning my fingers a plethora of colors cuz i kept spillin the shit. it didnt help that the assclown sitting next to me squirted the soda gun by accident and splattered me with diluted paint. i got to work and people kept askin me why i smelled like a newly painted park bench. well, that particular comment was from my adopted retard, shaggy. he works in the shoe department and has a scooby doo tattoo and not many teeth. i adopt all the retards at my job that arent too annoying. (like the girl who walks sideways.. well, no, not sideways... she walks by and you get the impression that the bottom half of her is gonna get to whereever shes going a lot faster than the top half) ...which defies physics, but thats sears for you. lets see, then theres super dave, who is the real life version of whats his face from office space. he mumbles a lot and stares at you when you eat. his teeth are really dirty too. nobody has quite figured out what he does. he might not even work there. he might just walk around all day. ooh and who could forget Humpty Dumpty the Fashion Disaster. this woman is shaped like an egg, and her hair is one really long strand wrapped around her head eleventy bajillion times. she's gonna be the one who brings ankle boots and pedal pusher spandex back into style. we dont know what she does either, but we suspect shes stealing mops.
i could go on forever so im just gonna fucking stop. i dont wanna do today over again tomorrow, class from 10-2 and then work from 2-9. i gotta do this for two more weeks, every single day but sundays. to to anyone that has to deal with me in the upcoming weeks, dont expect me to be much more than a zombie.
|
|
|
[19 Feb 2004|11:36am] |
|
woo. last night was destructive. pissed off a lot of people at feathers. i dont even know what i was doing, i was kinda just following steves lead. i also kicked dp in the head more than once. accident? i dunno. he's still intact so its aight. i mightve started my own dance floor downstairs. maybe. the inside of my face itches and i dont know how to remedy that situation either.
|
|
| what? |
[17 Feb 2004|10:51am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 cold |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
fucking clay aiken stuck in my head |
] |
i had a dream that tom selleck was the patron saint of parking spots. perhaps because i had to wake up at the crack of dawn to move my car so as to not get the stylish boot again.
so im living back with daddy for the time being. i cant find anyone on the earth that i could possibly stand living with, so i gotta save up the cash and get myself my very own apt. its weird though, comng home. having ALL my stuff in my little bedroom, (with smurf curtains, um, thanks daddy) but its all good because as berzerk as my dad is, i missed him a lot and its great that i can just walk out into the living room to go BS with him.
however i do miss living with ravenchickliz and gaugeblue. someone was always running around doing something stupid, throwing fake birthday parties for themselves (by themselves) running around naked, raping anyone who walked in the door, etc. i miss the jackass parties where me and steve would beat the crap out of each other and then light each other on fire to make whoever was there laugh. i still owe cenotype for putting me out that one time. i might still be on fire if he didnt jump over the table and put me out with a blanket. i miss steve trying like hell to teach me how to waltz, and having me just stomp on his feet. i miss waking up with ketchup in my hair and chainsawbutcher standing over me with a vindictive look on his face. i miss running around with steve, protecting ourselves with knives because freddy krueger got liz and we were next. i miss mine and liz's sleepovers, where i would go hang out in her room and we'd pop each others blackheads. no, wait. that shit hurt. ah, the swordfights, the dildo fights, the food fights. but its also nice to have a little peace and quiet, without having to worry about the child-eating babcias breaking in and stealing dirty clothes, and voytech, the automated robot that lives in the attic tryna get everyone to translate shit for him.
but enough about that. when i get my next apartment, it will be havoc all over again. so i will enjoy my vacation.
by the way, project_mayhem_ i have been seriously neglecting your posts, but i will make it up to ya.
oh, and happy fucking birthday rage_is_fun. we'll do something this weekend with everyone. =)
|
|
|
[11 Feb 2004|01:13am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
cranky |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
kazaa is fuckin broken |
] |
*blink blink*
*yawn, stretch*
goddammit, looks like ive been comatose for a few months. did i miss anything?
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| [ |
go |
| |
earlier |
] |
|
|
|
|
