December 31, 2001

2002
minus
1981
equals
21

not only is one more year down the drain -
but my age changes as well.
go figure.

December 30, 2001

'ello govnah.

that had nothing to do with anything. this sickness is starting to kick in again - this " I wish I was worse off than I am now, therefore giving me some sort of direction " - and what was immediately at thought was alcoholism. I want to be an alcoholic now, but rarely can stand the taste ( or kick ) of alcohol. Then I could be a heroine addict. I've heard so many stories of people " coming off of heroine " by being locked into rooms and going through withdrawals - you can see this also featured in the film trainspotting - and hey : that movie was good. It would be great. It would give me something to fight. Oh... wow... it is crazy how one can be.

I might write a story coming up soon. It has something to do with a stray cat - but I dont exactly know what. It will be a grey cat. One once said that my poetry and essays really sucked ass - but my stories were sometimes good. I resented that. I prefer when people say my scribblings are sub-par. It makes me feel better, because wherein they dont like what I write - I take a large quantity of joy in - so they cannot share in the experience and feelings that I have - but when they go and do things like ... enjoy my scribblings - then I think they're up to something. They're out to make me think they enjoy what I write merely so they can get some sort of leverage on me.

What happened to pantera? They were awesome, and they continue to be - but what happened to them. I remember there used to be some sort of small following with them - and all of this " new metal " - being linkin park and system of a down and so-on and so-on, I just realised that pantera had been doing those things long before - and so ... where is the big pantera hype? And what happened to Lisa Simpson being the melodramatic blues-singing sax-playing semi-intelligent hipster that she used to be? ah...

Life seems to burn a hole into your pocket. Making everything you place there fall through and then land onto your foot. Somehow - someday, you end up kicking it off.

then the fun begins.


December 29, 2001

a couple of things.

1- GTA 3 is too much fun. too much fun.

2- Metal Gear Solid 2 is fun, although short - and much too many scripted sequences versus playing.

yes.
PS2.
fun.
much.
oh yes.... so does the other neet chicabee on this now vegitative board....
you know what James/other nutty perverts.... I now have a picture of two hot blonde Swedish lesbians making out... HAHAHAAAAAAAAAA :p

December 28, 2001

Hmmm. I want to talk about sheep. I love sheep, but in a strictly platonic manner. Yes. That's it. I wish I was Little Bo Peep, but only after she found them there sheep. I'd be a forlorn cattle while my sheep were gone. I'd cry. a lot.

You know what the best thing about sheep is? The way they baa all the time. It's so cute. It makes me want to take them all home with me to be my special pets and also friends. Sheep rule.

On a not-sheep-related note, I found out that MerryBoat's gpa and SATs were lower than mine. I hope this means I can get into UW relatively easily. Yeah, buddy.

I wish sheep came in as many colors as sweaters do.
hello again.... there is something to be said considering all that has happened, but then I think, why should I share that? It doesn't matter to anyone else but me and a few other indviduals here over seas, so forget that. To long of a tale anyway.... LOL. So are all the BHS people enjoying their break? I know I have enjoyed mine. I don't have to got back to school till January 8th.... awhhh the bliss of that. Lay back and do what I please for 3 whole weeks. :)

It's still snowing.... We've got about a foot and a half of it now. I'm glad it's gone back to the big fluffy ones again... those are my favorite. My psyco snowman is starting to look like some sort of weird marshmellow with all that excess snow on him. LOL.... well this is me saying hej då again.... I'm going out with some friends for a bit. Oh yay.... hehehe... buh bye :)

December 24, 2001

GOD JUL ALLT DU

December 22, 2001

A few words after a froidy without jimmoi ... but with someone that we are all glad to see again..

what was my best christmas presant this year ?.. It came early on the faces of my friends, the faces of people that I will never forget... It came with a smile and a hot cup of coffee.. It came and said "dude when do you get off work ?" .. but seriously .. The best gift I could have ever asked for was never wrapped by elves or carried in a magic sled.. there weren't any deer ticks to be found for miles, or any fat guys hopped up on magic dust... Just a few familiar faces, a few familiar smiles.. A hug, a smoke and a few laughes. The best presant under my tree took a year of constant effort. The best presant comes in the memmories I share with each of you of the times we spent together laughing and enjoying life. The times we had to comfort one another when we were hurting. Some of you I have known forever, and some are rather new.. but all the same it doesn't matter, because we shared a bit of our lives together. I can't think of a better gift in life than having spent the last year with you guys...

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year... It will not be our last......... Mike Rigney

December 21, 2001

it seems the comment system left,
and then came back.
dont know why.
augh. long day today.

expect updates.
something.
funny. hah.

December 20, 2001

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Saturday, December 16 whell, in not gonna debate on this cus you know i cant type after i come home from wurk, and i have artirithus and my mom is cheep ...
... is kept in James Collin's basement, along with his collection of Sawatzki and Devlin pictures. These episodes are more "adult" then the rest of the ...
... by post'rs of mr swatzski and devlin (his skewl teachers) and proceeded to masterbate to there believed presenc'. -mmmm, devlin, you make me so hot, ...
51% Sun, 02 Dec 2001 00:06:47 GMT http://loose-slugs.com/archives/2000_12_10_archive.html

I would like to know what this is about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Seriously!!!!!!!!!!!

Never mind, just eliminate me from the board. I don't need to read obscene things about myself.
Wendell G. Henry

Born on Jan. 23, 1981 in Puyallup, WA and passed away on Dec. 16, 2001 in Graham, WA. He was a student at Pierce College, and is survived by his father Glen Henry, mother Colleen (Richard) Landry, sisters Fawn (Virgil) Davis, Kathryn Henry, 2 nieces and 1 nephew. A memorial service will be held at Powers Funeral Home in Puyallup on Friday at 11:00am, and a grave- side service will follow at Woodbine Cemetery.

I miss Wendell. I am furious that the school has not acknowledged his death. Today I gave Mr. Hammond a note asking that he do something, at least tell the teachers because I found out from a student. I hope some of you who knew Wendell can come to the funeral.

I wish there was something that I could say to tell about what a loss his death is but words fail me. He was a kind, sensitive, funny person. Knowing Wendell made me a better person.
Who the hell are all these people? This is why I stopped coming, cause all these people just keep coming and going. Its not the same...

remember...all good children go to heaven

December 18, 2001

. . .
wow! ( just so there's two posts instead of just one )
oh.
and I was talking to my father and he was complaining about EQ and how that he has had the account for two years and " didnt want to lose it " and I yelled at him - saying it was just a fucking game and he didnt have to put so much effort into it - and he said that he didnt have much of anything else to put his time/effort into.

this is because he is white.
but he did have something.
he had his children - but didnt find them interesting.
never has - dont think he ever will.
I laughed when I came to that conclusion later on.

My family is " broke " this christmas.
I have more monetary suppliments than they do.
So I'm going to " pep up " our celebration this year with a surprise.
hopefully it will get everyone up and at-them.

is anyone up for going to Shari's - or some other " get-to-gether " occasion ( possibly even at my house / kind of like the barbeque only not ) on christmas eve? no need for presents - being here itself would be enough. my grandparents and calvin will be present, although much like thanksgiving we can just ignore them. ah hah. we could play my newly acquire games. I dont know - if you're interested in stopping by - just email me ( notmud@loose-slugs.com ) or call if you have the number. I'd like that. I dont know.

two posts and a whole lot of wasted time.
Where did she go?
I don't quite remember,
Why did she leave?
I don't exactly recall.


I was thinking about writing a song about " Im dumb, white, and got nothing to do with my life "
most of the time I think that I'd have an easier life had I been black.
Then I'd dedicate my life to " FUCK WHITEY " or " THE MAN IS KEEPING ME DOWN " or " THOSE BE MAH NIGGERS "
or then some of the time I think that I'd have had it easier if I were a woman.
And then I would dedicate my life to " WOMEN CAN HAVE SEXUAL FREEDOM " or " DONT OPPRESS ME WITH YOUR PENIS "
but neither of these things apply to me.
I am white. And I have no heritage to speak of. And here I sit. I work at a box factory.
It isnt all that bad - then again - it is quite bleak.
Then what if I were Filipino? I'd dedicate my life to " ISLAND PRIDE " and " WE-S GOT-S TO-S STICK-S TOGETHER(S) "
Being white just seems to be the scape-goat now-a-days.
We are the " lost ones " - nowhere to go and nothing to do about it much anyway.

On the radio this morning I heard that you shouldnt eat bacon.
It might cause cancer.
Oh well.
The second thing you shouldnt eat was aspertane. I dont believe I eat that anyway ( nutrasweet ) - being it tastes like shit.
Then you shouldnt eat margarine.
If you want to know more things you shouldnt eat - try 1 800 592 HEAL
or at least thats what I believe the number was.

I've been thinking about myself - who I have "become" a lot lately.
and I realise I've begun to actually " care " about things. To be ... ah - I use to say it was " human "
Now I just think, as I have always thunk ( ah hah ) - that it is stupid.
I was overly-concerned about bonnie and her boyfriend / and whether I had actually offended the two of them.
Had I been me - instead of being concerned I would just dig myself deeper and laugh all the way down.
I was overly-concerned about bradbury and his seemingly disavowing of those I know, and the board itself.
Had I been me - instead of wanting to email him and see what the problem was - I would not give a shit.
I was overly-concerned about heather and her seemingly " Im sick for james but not for anyone else "
Had I been me - instead of thinking she was avoiding me I'd just not give a shit and continue living my life.
I was overly-concerned about if I was getting " assistant pay " at work - a whopping 15$ instead of the 13$ I get.
Had I been me - instead of concerning myself with fucking money I'd not care. Happy I have a job at all.
and finally -
I was overly-concerned about being overly-concerned about things.
This, I have realised, may be a sign of " chronic stress " - or some other bothersome diagnosis I could take drugs for.
I figured this from a radio commercial that ' more-than-spoke ' to me about stress, and worry.
It pegged me - and then it began to talk about how I could " get better " and " be better " and " not worry so much "
( being that if I took drug so-and-so and dont care about rectal bleeding, violent vomiting, or explosive flatulence )
and I laughed.
I dont want to " get better " and I dont want to " be better "
In fact - the more I think about it,
it seems I was trying to be normal.
to fit in.

fuck that.
fuck caring.
fuck the whole lot of it.

I want to call Rachael and set up a date with her this friday.
but I havent the proverbial balls to go and do so.
I know this is something I'd enjoy putting myself through.
being the masochist that I am.

... you know.
I think I'm just getting burnt out.
Finally, something other than smiley faces ...

Perfect breasts
(o)(o)

Fake silicone breasts
( + )( + )

Perky breasts
(*)(*)

Big nipple breasts
(@)(@)

A cups
o o

D cups
{ O }{ O }

Wonder bra breasts
(oYo)

Cold breasts
( ^ )( ^ )

Lopsided breasts
(o)(O)

Pierced Breasts
(Q)(O)

Hanging Tassels Breasts
(p)(p)

Grandma's Breasts
\ o /\ o /

Against The Shower Door Breasts
( )( )

Android Breasts
| o | | o |

Martha Stewart's Breasts
($)($)

And God created woman, and she had three breasts.
He then asked the woman,"Is there anything you'd like to have changed?"
She replied, "Yes, could get rid of this middle breast?"
And so it was done, and it was good.
Then the woman exclaimed as she was holding the third breast in her hand...
"What can be done with this useless boob?" And God created man. :)

December 17, 2001

Until today I thought the hardest person to Christmas shop for was my father, I was wrong. I spent three hours in the mall today wondering about a Christmas gift for the bastard I've known longest - James. I hate you James - you're almost impossible to buy shit for. However, after some thought and remembering of 'old times' I found something.

Ever had a drive through experience from hell ? I'm certain you have. Today I was thrown into another one. Driving home from the mall I had the urge for some Taco Bell tacos. The only Taco Bell I knew of was on Pacific Ave. so I made my way there - Hold! Break! Turn right! I spotted a KFC / Taco Bell by Fred Meyers ( however you spell Meyers. ) I turned into the drive through and sat there. Yes I sat in line for 30minutes just to place my damn order. Thirty Minutes! Getting my order was at least another ten minutes. Grandmothers eat jello and play bingo faster than I got my food!

I'm going to watch Titanic now. It's the second part, the first was shown yesterday ( I didnt watch that one ). Today however - she sinks! DeCraprio dies and that extra falls, smacks his head on a railing entertaining me with a loud "Pop" sound. Fun!

Although, I should say - a rather well made movie, very nice ship ( if only by looks not design ), I also wish I had a nude sketch like the one shown. Better yet, I wish I could sketch like that so I wouldn't be stuck with my landscape drawings.

December 15, 2001

I would only like to say two thing in response to your responce:
First- you call yourself a republican? I would like to ask that in the name of a true republican light you start calling yourself a democrat because that is what you are.
Second- May God have mercy on your soul, and pity on your heart.

Next time you start complaining about how the world is going to hell in a handbasket, take a look at the rhetoric you support.

. . .

*You have now been put on my block list*


Sometimes, it's all I can do to not laugh at these people
Happy Holidays, Folks!


So there's this song out on the radio right now - something called Momma's getting ready for Christmas or some such nonsense - and I know the feeling. I don't know if any of you have heard it, but its more or less about this looney toon woman who goes all nutso for Christmas, much to the inconvenience of her relatives, and it makes me realize that I know that woman.

Were there ever an award for 'Twisted Christmas', I am quite certain my family would have won it many times. It not so much that we have odd traditions - more that we've taken some of the 'normal' ones to extreme. We bake cookies and make candy - only so much so that we're lacking in places to keep it. We have a tree - or three, as we've gathered too many ornaments over the years to put them only on one. My father puts up Christmas lights - nothing beats the 'last Friday in November' tradition of calling 911 as he, again, falls off the roof. We even sing Christmas carols - though most of them are of a unique design.

I'm joining the likes of those who hate children, chocolate, and ice cream - people whose aversions often set them against the crowd - in that I don't think I care for Christmas. Even when the idea behind it has depressed me, even when the commercialization of that idea has gotten to me, it's never been like this.

This year, my father and sister put up a tree - and that was all that was done. There was no stressful weekend where we hurriedly attempt to unpack decades worth of Christmas collectibles. There are no inappropriate songs about a hated neighbor and what Santa and her are up to. Our cookie jars stand empty - no one's bothered making the hundreds of cookies it takes to fill them all up. There's nothing hung by the chimney with care - my father's not harassing neighborhood children dressed as St Nick. and I can tell you, at least one of us is in no mood for Christmas without mom.

December 14, 2001

I have the day off... anyone going to get coffee/whatever tonight ought to stop over here and give me a lift........ Got paid yesterday :)

December 12, 2001

obsession...

December 11, 2001

In talking to some people,
and finding another version :
these were left out :

You had a Big-Wheel.
D.A.R.E.
EXCELLENT!
You remember the original "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and thought it was funny.
You remember "Where's the Beef?" ( AH HAHAHAHA )
You wondered what a gigawatt was.
David Bowie scared you in Labryinth
You learned how to fake being sick from Ferris Bueller
When you grew up you wanted a car as cool as Nightrider's.
Love and marriage, Love and marriage, goes together like a horse and carriage.
The power rangers are just Voltron rip-offs.

ah ... dood.
im all hopped up on 80s now.
dig it.
It's the " Eighties Child Checklist "
funny funny.
but you'll notice my answers arent there.
and I dont want to see your answers either.
the questions themselves are funny.
hahahaah.

You solved the Rubix cube by peeling off the stickers.
You watched the Pound Puppies.
You can sing the rap to "the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air."

( mud note : on the website I found this on, they " giggled " and said " yeup " - in fact, they did it on a lot - an OBVIOUS INDICATOR THAT THEY DONT FUCKING REMEMBER. - in fact - they probably dont even know what SUMMERTIME is - or that FRESH PRINCE was an actual " band " - DOOOD. - oh - and to " prove " that Im no lamer :

Now this is a story all about how,
my life got flipped - turned upside down,
and i'd like to take a minute ( just sit right there )
and ill tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air

In west-phlidelphia ( born and raised )
on a playground is where I spent most of my days,
chllin out, maxin, relaxin all cool
and shootin some b-ball outside the school


- Im sure YOU, because YOU ARE NO LAMER, know the rest. )


You know what 'Whoa' means from Blossom.
Three words: M.C. Hammer.
You thought it would be great to have a friend named "Boner."
You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales."

( mud note: again - she giggled, unlike us LEET PEOPLE who can actually SING A LONG. ah hah. I wont be redundant and type it out thou. You know you know, you know )


If you played The Chipmunks Christmas album all year long!
The Crypt Keeper really freaked you out.
You remember reading Kool-Aid man comics.
You watched Fraggle Rock.
You had plastic streamers on the handlebars of your bike.
Your remember when getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons was worth your time.
You know what a " rat-tail " is.
You saw the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on the big screen. YES
You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.

(mud note: DOOOD. )

You made your Mom buy you one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.
You played the game "Mash" with friends at school.
You wore a Jordache jean jacket and you were proud of it.
L.A. GEAR.
Garbage Pail Kids.
You remember reading "Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing" and all the Ramona books.
You know the profound meaning of "Wax on, Wax off."
You wanted to be a Goonie.
You ever wore fluorescent, neon if you will, clothing.
You wanted to be on Star Search.
You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off.
You took Lunch pails to school.
You remember the craze, and then banning, of slap bracelets.
You still get the urge to use "NOT" at the end of every statement you make.
You remember Hypercolor T-shirts.
You remember Punky Brewster.
You loved Howard the duck.

(mud note: DOOOD. )

You thought Sheera and He-Man should hook up.
You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged "friendship bracelets."
You ever owned a pair of Jelly Shoes.
After you saw Peewee's Big Adventure, you couldn't stop saying "I know you are but what am I?"
You remember "I've fallen...and I can't get up!"
You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.
You ever got seriously injured on a slip and slide.
You know not to mix poprocks and soda.
You have played with a 'skip-it.'
You had or went to a birthday party at McDonald's.
If you've ever wanted to go to Degrassi High.
You ever sat on or used one knee on a skateboard.
You learned oldies songs by watching Alvin and the Chipmunks.
You had a Glow Worm or watched the cartoons.
If you remember Heathcliff...
You saw the California Raisins Christmas claymation special.
You remember Popples.
DON'T WORRY, BE HAPPY!

(mud note : the lady i stole this from actually didnt know this. If you dont know this - and you consider yourself " raised in the eighties " - fuck you, poser. ah hahaha.)


MISS MARY MACK MACK MACK ALL DRESSED IN BLACK, BLACK, BLACK.....all together now!
You remember boom boxes instead of CD players.
You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies.
You remember the gimp fad
You remember the Transformers.
You knew what it meant to say: "Care bear stare!!" and you had a favorite.
You remember Rainbow Brite and My Little Pony Tales and how stupid they were.
You remember watching TV wanting to be as smart as Doogie Howser.
You remember Alf, the little furry brown alien from Malmac.
You remember Vicky the Robot.
You remember Eve Garland from Out of this World and how she could stop time by pressing the tips of her index fingers together and talking to her dad through a glowing cube in her bedroom.
You remember the beginning of New Kids on the Block.
You remember watching The Cosby Show.
You remember Michael J. Fox in Family Ties and Back to the Future.
You know all the words to the Big Red commercials.

Sweet.
Man oh man oh man - how much do I love Tales from the punchbowl by primus - I had forgot how great this album is. In any event - today was grand - because my operator had a hell of a time and he had to do a lot of work and all I did was stand around. hah.

Mrs. Blaileen - she was a sixth grade teacher
And she controlled the children
By using humiliation.
The target always seemed to be Donny.
He was a bit slower than the others.
When he was quite young
His mother died at the kitchen table
While choking on some food.
The fashion of the day
Was bleach and tied Levi's.
Donny decided to make some,
But he didn't know to rinse them.
So he came to school a reekin'.
Bleach stenched filled the classroom.
Mrs. Blaileen began to chastise.
She made him feel like an asshole


Im thinking about actually removing the comment system and implementing a " tag board " sort of thing - which would allow visitors to comment on the fact that they visited, and reduce people's " not posting " due to a lack of response. At first I figured it would be convienent, making the " one liner posts " which were nothing more than responses to other posts which were not only annoying - but when you came to the board with nothing but sixteen-billion-umpteen one-liner " that was a good post billy-bob-joe " posts, you just wanted to gorge your eyes out. I figured the comment system would make it to where if someone wanted to compliment or reply - that could be done without bothering anyone else. Instead - it seems to have turned into a " popularity " poll - a manner in which some people judge who has the ' best posts ' or ' most read ' or ' most enjoyed ' or whatever the hell you would care to image. so - with all this in mind, I ask if anyone else is for the idea, or would entertain to propose another solution. I'm thinking about working it to where you can "click on comment" and a " send an email to the slug " window comes up instead - making comments directly to the postee. thinking. Please post with any ideas ( or comment, as it still exists ).

He stood in line with the rest
And waited got his chance
To take his place behind the glass
And watch the ladies dance

It's the nature of things

He stepped into the darkened space
The air was thick and warm
He drops the coins in one by one
The scene unfolds before him

He stands looking eye to thigh
As she looks down from above
Only to be recognized
As his former love

It's the nature of things


I'm hoping that my " would be " christmas break, in the event that I do get one ( and ill be taking a book to work soon ) will give me ample time to actually making the site " look good " - and get rid of frames. Go figure.

And with that -
I leave you with ....


dood I'm so waa-sss-ttt-eee-ddd
(
you see, even in boswania they take cough-drops
)


and ...


THIS BOY is responsible for the death of YOUR FAMILY - and the FIRST PERSON to find his place of residence and BRUTALLY MURDER him will get off on a light sentence, four or five years with parole ( ? ) - because of his TRAGIC LOSS due to the september eleventh tragedy.


cheers.
mwa ha ha! I have beaten Andrew!!!

December 09, 2001

Guess what I just found?

my paintball shirt - the one with the elbow pads.
sweet.
( seriously considers paintball sometime on a weekend when he's off, sometime after christmas )

anyone interested? ;)
ditto...
i hate people.
Congratualations on first post, Andrew. Don;t let Andy make you feel less happy about it just because he's bitter.

December 08, 2001





or ... it could just be a really horribly done animated .gif
go figure.
For all the happy people :)

Woke up today and went to work
found out it was Sunday
I couldn't care less
it feels so much like a Monday

Came home to my palace in the city
didn't see my children there
looked for my wife to ask
couldn't find her anywhere

Where did they go?
and why did they leave?
are they coming back?
should I stay and wait?
or should I leave?

made myself dinner at the sink
couldn't eat what I had made
poured myself a stiff drink
and thought about work tommorow

Went to bed in my room
turned on the radio and slept
in my dreams I saw a woman
and she stared at me and wept

Woke up today and went to work
found out I had been here for 40 fuckin years
I packed up my things and left
40 years? and I don't remember one thing to cheer about

Went home and the phone rang
was my grandson wishing me a happy birthday
I didn't even know his name
he hung up and I went away

Will I be dead when I wake up?
maybe I already am
I can't believe my life has past me by
and I don't have a thing to show

Where? Where has it all gone?
and I know it ain't comin back
I'm just left here in my palace
waiting for a heart attack
I just bought chirstmas presents for the following people :

My Father
My Mother
Michael
Cristin
Heather
Andy
Jeff
Jimmoi
Heather's Family


if you're not on the list - i want to hear your complaint. and what you want. and maybe ill get you it. then again - there is a 100% chance that I wont, but I'd like to hear your bitching anyway. Because then again, I might be nice. Then again - you know I'm not, so why bother complaining? Hmmm - now you're wondering if I will really get whatever-the-fuck-it-is you want. Well then.

Complain at me. Because I dont love you. You're not on my christmas list, bitch.

Oh - total christmas present cost : 95.54$
hoo yeah.
Bitches. Yes that's right, bitches. People are assholes. My shift ended two hours early today, on the one side that's pretty sweet because I get to go home - on the other I'm losing some money from my paycheck. Tips you ask ? Oh damn! It's Andy's last weekend at Cassidy's, we have to give him lots of shit and tip him just about nothing! Hell ya! That's what we'll all do. For all the crap I put up with I got $28 for 6hrs - hello, why do they think that kind of shit would make me stay ?

I'm angry, very very angry. I don't usually get this angry - the kind were it feels like bloodlust, rage, like some sort of fantasy character berserker rage. I was breathing so heavily as I left work and drove home that on multiple occassions I thought to drive into trees or that on coming car at 60mph. Damnit RAR!
I'm so pissed off that if someone wanted to start a fight right now I'd swing first, hell yes.

I'm with DS - people suck. First post, wow... we're all so excited that you got first post... (deflation)


Woo-hoo

I am the queen of the first post. I rule. A lot. Really, I do.

December 07, 2001

It is official, I am drop-out, of grad school that is. I hope so anyway. I just turned in my last paper with a note to my prof. asking to rewrite it if he thinks it is garbage. I completed (fingers crossed) seven of eleven classes before they broke my fuckin' spirit. Education rules but people suck!
So I bought the tool DVD, what does it matter to you? Good CD, and good DVD. Mmm, Tool videos are tastey. I might get into still-frame photography with all this money I'm cashing away. Heather displayed an equal amount of interest in the topic as well. Mmmmm... Now all I have to do is find a still-frame camera, learn some techniques, get some good clay, and try to think up some really sweet " stories " - or maybe stories of my own ported into a clay-film. neatness.



Zacho- studio apartments are the shit and want one myself - however when the need come's a rising for " privacy " - it is far from a walk down to the nearest toilet station for a big good poop ( otherwise stated as " there is very little privacy " ) --- but 150 a month for a studio apartment, where in chroist's sakes are you looking? Thats so bloody cheap ( you have to remember I make 13.13$ and hour now and bring in an average of 600-700 biweekly ) - and maybe if we could get to talking ( or if we could make it easier on the both of us, just get our two women associates to start yapping at eachother ) we could consider the possibility of getting a place together... hmm, then again - you'd probably not like that. but I do know that I need to get out of this bloody house. And quick.



I should be buying online-christmas presents, being that they'll probably be late ( no, not probably, will ) anyway. Ah well. If you cant take late-presents then fuck you. I have to remember to send off my insurance. oh - something I thought up today while at work : KEVIN SMITH sucks for the same reasons that SHAKESPEAR sucks. Both of them arent really good with plots or story - however the presentation of their material may be witty, strikingly poetic, and good good - the " meat " of the stuff just isnt what fullfills my appetite.



you'll notice i'm splicing in pictures of random things throughout this post - thats to make it seem like I'm actually making a post of some 'gusto' when, in fact, all the pictures themselves have absolutely nothing to do with the material in which I am posting. Go figure. I might go down to the school today - reguardless of how tired I am. Maybe I will get some burger king for michael. But considering how much of an ass he enjoys posting I am ... hmm - makes you wonder if I should do it at all. One second while I go off to put some coolant in my car.



Hmm. then again - I dont exactly know where that shit goes. I'll just wait until someone who does stops by. The " thing " that lives in my dresser is making noise - i went and opened up one of the drawers and now it's stopped. Hmm. Maybe it isnt a mouse. Maybe something grew. I will have to take apart my dresser to find out. that'll be fun. Or will it ?



I suddenly just got tired. Too bad school-ites, i'll stop by next friday, I'm going to bed.

December 06, 2001

We no longer have an asian mayor.

I know - it is depressing. I know I was sad when I heard about it on the radio this morning. No more bills for for potsticker taxes or imported pears from fuji.

So lately I listen to talk radio. Loveline and Tom Lycos ( LIKE THE FUCKING SEARCH ENGINE ) - actually it's spelled different, but eh. and a commercial they play quite often is for a website called seattle-lust.com. And so there I was cruzing through all the wonderfull-ness that is PORNOGRAPHY - DEE - VEE - DEES and found a little treat for you all. Introducing . . .


THE LOVE SWING


Yes, will fully functional Special Eyelet Bolt that enables the Swing to Rotate, making every orifice and conceivable body-part that exists OPEN FOR PLAY, a Heavy Duty Link Chain - for those husky girls you might find down in south-hill, a Torque Support Bar for Added Leverage, meaning that if you want your pet HORSE to join in on the hardcore action - the more the merrier! Heavy Duty Straps that can't Break or Tear ( no warranty on this, however ) -- E-Z Spring Open Connecting Hooks, hop right in, get the quicky hang-fuck, hop right out! ...Hight Strength Steel Spring...Fully Adjustable Self-Tightening Buckles with Extra-Wide, Nylon Straps for Maximum Comfort...Soft, Padded Stirrups for Feet, Ankles, Calves & Thighs!!! Easily Installed, The PLEASURE SWING is nearly 100% Preassembled...Simply Press & Twist the Eyelet Screw into any wooden doorframe or ceiling beam, and the hours and hours of swing-sex you'll enjoy will surpass all those times you were a kid thinking how cool it would be to have sex at the playground.

Andy just got here - and I have to go " christmas shopping " perse - but I will mostly be doing that stuff online. Can we say ...

jimmoi's christmas present? I do think so.

December 03, 2001

I was just watching a Mazzy Starr video which made me super depressed and I started to ponder why I bother to get out of bed every day. So I can go to my job, so I can make money, so I can afford a home with a bed. With that circular logic I get out of bed so I can have a bed to where I am wishing to relegate myself.

Don't grow up kids. At least when you are young you have dreams, goals, and ambitions. When you grow up you are too old to do foolish things and get away with them. Run off and join the circus. Don't tie yourself down.

December 02, 2001



thats what the whole lot of you need.
syphilis awareness.

dirty monkies.
Primordial Life 3.14 Serial :

Name : Cosmo Cramer
Serial: 17672

December 01, 2001

the search engine should work now ( even better than before! )
im taking a bath.
then change more things.
FUCK FUALI.COM


that's right.
go ahead and mass-post a bunch of stupid fucking test results.
go ahead.

you wont like what I do.
I just hope you all realise that I dont give a shit what you got on some test. The " how big is your penis " test was funny because of the pictures. I dont care if you're punk. Or emo. Or geeky. I dont think anyone else does. Sure if you take a test nobody has heard of, say - for instance the criminal test - and you post the results - that'd be fine and dandy. But when ... this happens.

augh.
auuuuuuugh.

I have individual ftp access available to me now -
so expect to see " user space " - i can lend out space to people.
for whatever website you'd want up.

I'm on it,
oh - and please re-email NOTMUD@LOOSE-SLUGS.COM if you wanted an email address with the loose-slugs.com ending, because I had to move over to unix, my email was temporarily down - so try re-emailing if you already did.
I am 23% SKA.



I am not ska. I am not even close... I don't even know what skanking is? I may need guidance, get offline and see if I can go find myself a show, or a CD, or something.


Take the SKA Test at Fuali.com!I am 28% ADDICTED TO THE INTERNET.



I could go either way. Deep into the madness of nights filled with coding CGI-Scripts and online role playing games, or I could become a normal user. Good luck!


Take the INTERNET-ADDICT Test at Fuali.com!I am 48% Metal-Head.



Most other metal-heads acknowledge my presence, but they laugh at me behind my back. Maybe I need to stop spending all that money on haircuts and invest in a few Pantera T-shirts.


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I am 78% Grunge.



I need to go take a bath, man! And I might wanna toss that shirt of mine in the wash? Any grungier and I would be mistaken for mildew, dude.

Take the Grunge Test at Fuali.com!










I am 31% EMO.



Not quite Emo
Hmm.. i suggest I stopped listening to Dashboard Confessional.... enough said... Now that I stopped looking at my shoes, I know how the real world looks.

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I am 9% Raver.



Have I even been to a rave? I'll go home. Loser. I suck. Actually, I am probably just a normal person taking this test and don't know why.

Take the RAVER Test at Fuali.com!


I AM 20% GOTH.



I wanna be a GOTH. But I'm not.
Smoking cloves and too much eyeliner
a goth does not make. I'll go home and take
your Cure CD's with me.


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I AM 55% GEEK.



Nerd, Freak, Geek, Dweeb. Sound familiar?
That's okay, cause I will be the richest
person at my 15th year high-school reunion.
If a "con" isn't happening that weekend.


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I AM 36% PUNK.



Well, I may know what punk is, but... Okay
maybe some people think I am punk, but is
that enough? Nope.


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