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Rawr! PLAGIARISTIC Whore! [27 Mar 2005|10:42pm]
I really didn't think I would care too much if it happened, I mean this is the fucking internet you almost expect it, but plagiarism fucking sucks. Even with something as lame as a journal entry or your livejournal interests. Maybe especially... Because those are my thoughts, my moments and someone is pretending that they are theirs to seem cool or what have you. It's an odd feeling. Something akin to violation. But not being one to lay down and take it in the ass, (well sometimes but that's an entirely different instance) I say fuck her. Beware THIS BITCH! She's on MYSPACE and LJ and she wants to take YOUR INTERESTS/QUIRKS and make them her own. She'll even take your thoughts from NOVEMBER 2003 and claim them. As seen HERE. Like I said I never thought it would bother me but as a writer even something as small as this really does, and it SHOULD bother you as well. Not to mention it is ILLEGAL.

me har be smoofa ya? [24 Jun 2004|03:40am]
[ mood | creepy pantalones ]

Notes, so uh, take note:
1. Life is hectic weird right now.

2. I luff you still. Even if I ignore you. Kisses and so on.

3. Oooh cha cha, some more fucking drama. *eyeroll* Sincerely to those who asked (nose in my business bastards), I could give a fuck. & you know I mean it because IF I cared it would be front page bitches. Rollercoaster whatever, however strange it might seem to anyone else I have a really tight and sweet relationship with Etienne. I know him & his flaws. He knows mine. I love him regardless, as he does me. We're all really assholes at heart anyway.

4. Basically what I'm saying = No girl stalking round in no bushes aint gonna get me in no huff. Take that multiple negatives! I aint got no crush on no Babs.

5. Thank you for offering to defend me. & Jon thank you for being you. <3

Do you like it? Do you love it? Do you wish it was yours?
2 red balloonred balloons | pop!

dearest deer, you dear deer, you dared to dream my dearheart's dreadful dream and now your dead [21 Feb 2004|01:19am]
[ mood | neon hurt ]

Text Twist. Must play. Typer Shark. More of the same. Nerdtastic.

+ If I have to masturbate one more fucking time, I will go mad. I have motherfucking carpal tunnel fucking asswaste cosmos! I need my penis to return! Stop cock blocking you jealous whore.

+ Fucking Awnuld. Who elected that shmuck! Fucking self righteous asshole. Fucking idiotic Californians. Tell me how you're going to judge someone after making Junior. Conan the motherfucking Barbarian. 6th God Damned Day. End Of Days! True Lies! ERASER! Jingle All The Jingly Fucking Way! Dood need I go on? Seriously. This state's a courtesy flush away.

+ Writer's block. I hate you.

it would be better [31 Dec 2003|04:18pm]
[ mood | celebrate good times come on ]

Happy new year mother fucks! If only I had someone to kiss... Volunteers? I'd maybe even brush my teeth. If I must. You want my metallic mouth don't you. You know it's the shit. Let's wang chung tonight. You can ring in the new year with me. More bang for your buck x 2 and such. Seriously though, have you ever considered this... You're living in my future. My tomorrow is your today.

blech [20 Dec 2003|03:58pm]
[ mood | yard bird ]

I think I've just eaten my weight in junk food. I'm such a fucking worm baby.

apt pupil [06 Dec 2003|08:10am]
[ mood | shaken not stirred ]

Fat is like Cousin Oliver. Nobody really wants it around. It just gets in the way.

Etienne thinks he has man boobs. HA! I saw a guy with real titties. Big ass knockers. Like girl tits. Very nice pair.

Why exactly is there hair in the ass zone? Does this serve any practical purpose?

I need to learn go with the flow. Like menses.

finnish new year [05 Dec 2003|08:47am]
[ mood | scrog ]

Everything is awkward. I feel like I fucked up. I'm thinking on things. Conclusion: This is uncomfortable.

doom [02 Dec 2003|10:35am]
[ mood | try and get closer ]

Yuck. I'm so about to be old. I hate old. I thought I would be dead by now. The best laid plans...

fly me to the moon [10 Nov 2003|07:55pm]
[ mood | pow wow how ]

To Whom It May Concern:

Come and live with me. I don't think my lover shall ever come home. We can grow ganja and peppermint leaves, lounge naked and let dishes stack up in the sink. We'll have tea parties, read books and fight over the PC.

P.S. Cheer up lovely.

x-posted [09 Nov 2003|02:37am]
[ mood | enthrallvious ]

Okay, okay, I am aware that I told a certain someone not to spare my feelings but dood, cosmos, I was not talking to you. Who shat on my cracker and called it pate? Universal lesson numero uno, if you are sick, Go... To... The... Doctor. Pot. Kettle. Black. Yo, I know. But I'm worried about my mom, so it's alright. Rule # 2, don't make deals with the devil, even when he looks like Santa Claus(e). Don't brush aside the Hannibal the Cannibal gleam in his cold black eyes. Road block me one more time mother fucker and it's your fat sagging kneecaps. Rule # 3, don't ignore your grandparents for 2 weeks, even if they're mean, you'll feel like shit eventually. Especially if you owe them money. On the other hand if you're someone's grandma don't make it a fucking point to tell everyone and their literal mamas what fat ugly losers they are. I think by now we know. K. Thanks. Rule # 4 don't ask me if I saw the eclipse when I just spent 10 minutes explaining to you how my efforts to see the eclipse were thwarted by the harsh quality of rain, and the dark bleak sky. So, good morning and such.

sloth! [07 Nov 2003|11:35pm]
[ mood | irrajealous ]

I KNOW with every fiber of my being that it is wrong to think about a good dirty fuck while riding a bus full of barking hobos and old german couples.

bearded clam [06 Nov 2003|12:53pm]
[ mood | smokin cock ]

My right eyebrow's growing out, but the texture screams pubic hair. It's long and curly and coarse and not eyebrowish at all.

I wish I had jeans, covered in fraggle rock patches and pins. Gobo + Wembley + me = hott.

I hope, that I never get stabbed in the eye. That'd be fucked up.

When you're looking at me, and I'm looking back, sometimes I'm thinking about the time you said I look funny. Or the time when you laughed in my face. And it makes me smile.

awww yeah here come the motherfuckin cops! [28 Oct 2003|11:39pm]
[ mood | isn't hungry ]

Suck it jizzface! I so learned how to make ramen in the microwave. Life is bomb!

my drugs are better than your drugs [26 Oct 2003|05:09pm]
[ mood | fhoa ]

Because losers they're legal!

joey lawrence [23 Oct 2003|08:30am]
[ mood | delerium blitz ]

My eye is numb, my lips itch, and I totally want to scream like Squidward.

get the picture [21 Oct 2003|08:05pm]
[ mood | my fingernail hurts ]

Hey. How many times are we going to have this discussion! That's right I'm talking to you. It never works.

Weiner is an outstanding word. I think I'll use it after every meal. Picture it, Italy 1932: Running into the store to purchase Frank's Finely Crafted Weiners or whatever they're called. Confusion manifests. Does Paul want the jumbo or an average joe? Run out to the front of the store and scream, 'Paul, so like do you want the fucking huge weiner or what?' 2 Jumbo dogs - buck 98. Watching ex husband crumple with shame: Priceless.

the big and small of it [16 Oct 2003|11:22pm]
[ mood | .05 lead ]

dj your nipple's hawt says:
check it, girly can i suck E's cock?
dj pump & touch says:
slutbag. i think i'll have to go with... no
dj your nipple's hawt says:
loser has mini dong syndrome
dj pump & touch says:
hmmm, shit then, can i watch? how small?
dj your nipple's hawt says:
dood i have a huge banana. i'm fucking practicing. yo, i can't do it alone for real.
dj your nipple's hawt says:
you push my head dood. benny is fully .05 lead
dj pump & touch says:
rofl omg do you use it to floss?

madman my tight brown eye [15 Oct 2003|06:56pm]
[ mood | seether ]

I hate Mark Demaline. This is me hating Mark Demaline. You hate Mark Demaline too. Get to it. Believe me you don't need a reason. I have them. You don't need them.

gonna rina [13 Oct 2003|10:28pm]
[ mood | stank ]

I do love you! You can rim me anytime. Don't be mad. You'll make baby haysoos cry, and no one wants to hear that. Especially not me. My head hurts. Fucking bad. Like someone took my brain out and jumped on it. Then pissed on it. Scrambled up the little pieces, chewed on them, shat them out of their fucking hemorrhoidy asshole, stepped in it, and scraped it off on the grass. That's a bad fucking headache. Yessiree.

the poet speaks: on being rad [08 Oct 2003|09:46am]
[ mood | rad of course ]

yes i know i'm totally rad.
i know my radness makes you sad.
you're jealous dood, jealous bad.
you'll never be near half as rad.

rina [07 Oct 2003|03:56am]
[ mood | anti pussy is stupid ]

It doesn't smell! Don't listen to him!!

i was a screwed up kid [03 Oct 2003|04:39pm]
[ mood | shin splints ]

Behold bitches these were my crushes:

Judge Wapner
Lazy Smurf
Rainbow Brite
the black MJ

hardcore ha! [29 Sep 2003|10:06pm]
[ mood | ha ha high ]

Opiates, have a way of making one feel as if they have ticks. + I can't feel my nose.

soft + wet [25 Sep 2003|08:47pm]
[ mood | corky ]

Sometimes, I want to makeout with girls, but I can't. Because really that just looks bad. Boyfriend, I know I am a jealous whore, but please excuse me while I force my tongue down so and so's throat. By the way don't let me catch you doing it! Which is not to mention the times that I think about hitting the taco stand. And really no one has softer lips than E, I'm just a fag.

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