hahahahahaha
some lousy bastards were using bethel's employee mail server as a porn spam relay...
so now we're on all the spam blocking lists cause DOUG IS IN WAY OVER HIS HEAD. He has too much to do to spend time watching all the shit that happens.....we need more people....
anyway...bed...later
January 08, 2001
January 07, 2001
Site # one
Site # two
Lesson learned : dont fuck with James when it comes to Lyrics.
BAM!!!!
From site # one -----
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-
From site # two -----
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for meeeeeee
I'm pretty sure that says "Beelzebub" in reference to satan.
Not "he yells aboove." Oooh wonderfull day!
By the way - for the lyrics to one of mah most favoritest songs ever :
click
here
and the angels came down to say WARGH!!!
Site # two
Lesson learned : dont fuck with James when it comes to Lyrics.
BAM!!!!
From site # one -----
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-
From site # two -----
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for meeeeeee
I'm pretty sure that says "Beelzebub" in reference to satan.
Not "he yells aboove." Oooh wonderfull day!
By the way - for the lyrics to one of mah most favoritest songs ever :
click
here
and the angels came down to say WARGH!!!
It seems I must address several things at the moment - but first lets start off with how I woke up. It is currently 10.23 in the morning - A.M. - and I woke up with a bang! Not only did I have a whole cup full of Flam Cake batter, but it was the extra chunky kind fromo FLAMco. So with my full cup I was able to make two extra chunky flam cakes. That means extra hissing, extra bubbles, and most of all - extra chunk. I'm telling you, it was a very, very good morning for me,, reguardless of the fact I woke up at 10.23 in the morning.
( personal note : now that I realise I wake up at this time, that would go to explain why 1 and 2 in the afternoon - P.M. - come so quickly to me. I had originally thought I was loosing time from aliens who like to make incisions in my back and give me large scars that knowbody knows how got there )
So after my flam cakes I rushed to get online, not to check blogger mind you - but to check webmd.com or something along the same lines, because I'm damn sick of flam cakes. Ironically - to my surprise, webmd.com actually exists. I must have seen a commercial for it somewhere out there, over that multicolored homosexual-symbolic rainbow. But, to my disadvantage - i was stunned and left in awe by the big words, and realised that webmd.com will only give you information if you are a member. that is bullshit. so - i have to live my life from now on with flam cakes .... or just close my window. So in my fleeting search for help i went to yahoo.com and got this back : click here
As you can see, there are a whole lot of Flam, a whole lot of Cakes (aproximately 102) - but nothing from FLAMco in the prevention of FlamCake batter. Woe is me. So then I came here to blogger to find more things to entertain me.
First I found that we now have movie-critics posting. This is swell. I myself could give you all my intrepretation of Lolita (colored version) and Lolita (black/white version) - but I dont think even that was meant for the board. I'll just say this :
Omega Code - Great stuff, four thumbs up, Joe on crack.
Red Dawn - With the onset of RA2 in my mind, Mmmmm.
Plan 9 - Almost as good as Omega Codes, lacking such catch phrases as "Jesus, save me" but with it's own such as "Even alive he couldn't catch me." Definately a winner.
Glen/Glenda? - Not recommended for those who would fall asleep through the black/white version of Lolita. However, lacking the "We've open minds" mentality of Lolita, something to watch when nude and nobdy else is around the house. Loud music a must have. Preferrably Yani.
Slacker - My udder-most ( heee ) favorite movie of all time. Many movies ( such as Magnolia ) have tried to reproduce it's classic-ness, and have failed. Magnolia sucked, with exception to the point of the movie and the frogs/toads. Slacker, however, is a pure bliss-ment of goodness that nobody (correction: everyone but me) cannot like.
And there are my movie reviews. By the way, When I was reading up on newspapers for my reports I ran across an article on "Dude, whar dun be mah truck" and found that it (the screenplay) was around 54 years old in the making. This little unknown fact has peaked my interest in the matter of watching this movie - and now that Jimmoi has seen it and raved about it - this almost makes me want to see the movie. Oh - and just in case you think I'm bullshitting : NeWs tRiBuNe rEpOrT - bitch. And to further prove my point - just in case jimmoi is too lazy to actually click on the link, i present this :
"Il Duce, Wo ist Mein Kaiser?" In 1946, a young German screenwriter named Heinz Beitchman leaves Heidelberg for Hollywood with a fistful of pfennigs and a head full of dreams. AND THEN "Duke, Where's the Cavalry?" John Ford pitches John Wayne on this 1952 project, which is variously described as a low-concept "High Noon" (Photoplay) and a high-concept "Low Noon" (Redbook) AND THEN Judah, Where's My Chariot?" In this horse-drawn vehicle for Charlton Heston - a kind of hymn to "Ben-Hur" - Judah succumbs to a lethal cocktail of jealousy, leprosy and Hennessy. AND THEN "June, Where's My Cleaver?" Selznick's son Stevie, buoyed by the success of "Psycho" and the popularity of "Leave It to Beaver," invents the slit-com. AND THEN "Freud, Where's My 'gar?" In a Viennese sleep disorder clinic, the father of psychotherapy spends the entire screenplay interpreting a nightmare about his mother's cigar. AND THEN "Prude, Where's My Jar?" King of Cajun cuisine Paul Prudhomme (Dom DeLuise) is accused of stealing the strawberry preserves of Julia Child (John Goodman). AND THEN Juice, Where's My Fee?" Dream Team lawyers Johnnie Cochran, Robert Shapiro and Barry Scheck have 123 minutes to recover recompense from their bankrupt client, O.J. Simpson. AND THEN "Newc, Where's My Karma?" George W. Bush, still woozy from his 1976 arrest for driving under the influence, has an existential exchange with his passenger on that night, the Australian tennis star John Newcombe. AND THEN, FINALLY "Dude, Where's My Car?" Two Gen Y stoners wake up one morning with no memory of their party the night before, or any idea where their car is, why their fridge is full of chocolate pudding or how their agents talked them into this vehicular suicide.
Ok. Now that I've given myself a very large backing up ... *grumbles something about war being a crime against humanity unless it's not impersonal* I now have a headache. Why I do not know. I will go eat me some tylenols. yes. ... these things better kick in fast... ok - final statements :
Napster - I have beat RA2 for the soviets. the ending is not fullfilling. I find that saddening-full. I expected the hot russian/soviet chick to strip nude and perform carnal acts of fellatio upon me for saving the world from the Capitalist threat. She, however, did not. She just smiled. Damn her and her un-fellatio-ness. Maybe she's just waiting for the right moment when I'm "king of the world" and she'll come in my office with a nightie on and say "hey mr. king of the world i've got a little something you should brief" and the next thing you know she's wearing nothing but thigh-highs and walking briskly towards me in my office-chair. She jumps onto my desk, which had previously been occupied by documents of which Capitalist books I should focus on burning this month, and looks deeply into my ........ errr.... whoa there. sorry about that. In any event. Um... where was I?
Oh yes - I'm still working on a way in which we can play RA2 online ... and unfortunately I cannot figure out how to make RA2 play over a LAN :| Pisses me off! When do you need the CDs? Other things - at the Old Country Buffet do they sell Flam Cakes? They probably do. And it's ok if you cant make it - Olive Garden takes presedence over Paintball ANY DAY. uh. Two cats just ran past my window. Both of them are Brice's. I wonder if they were having some sort of homosexual cat-sex on my front door. Why else would they be there? I do not know.
As for Karl - Mr. R's intelligence is debateable ( mind you Mr. R you are still a good associate ) - however Karl's intelligence wasn't even that. It was subversive. With comments ( which i cant remember at the time ) that were degenerative and something that would have spewed from the hard-core viewpoint of a "Slipknot's best songs of the 90's" album teeny. WARGH! Besides - if you cant make it, none of us know him so there's no real big problem ;)
Achk. Headache isn't going away. Must. . . . Lay . .. down.
Hopefully Heather calls me in light of my post again! To think we talked practically 'all day' with phone calls! I feel like a strapping young buck attracted to that . . . that . . . . ah shit. what are female horses called? Foals? no, thats the babies. or is it? ... mares are boys.... if a mare is a boy, then what the fuck is a buck? maybe bucks arent horsies....... uh. I feel like a BULL attracted to that hot, sexy.... wait ... no, calling someone a cow would have impressions of 'un-good-ness'. WELL FUCK.
...
AH HAH! I FEEL LIKE A JAMES ATTRACTED TO THAT HEATHER OVER THERE. BAM! sukka! how you like that one?
( goes to lay down )
( personal note : now that I realise I wake up at this time, that would go to explain why 1 and 2 in the afternoon - P.M. - come so quickly to me. I had originally thought I was loosing time from aliens who like to make incisions in my back and give me large scars that knowbody knows how got there )
So after my flam cakes I rushed to get online, not to check blogger mind you - but to check webmd.com or something along the same lines, because I'm damn sick of flam cakes. Ironically - to my surprise, webmd.com actually exists. I must have seen a commercial for it somewhere out there, over that multicolored homosexual-symbolic rainbow. But, to my disadvantage - i was stunned and left in awe by the big words, and realised that webmd.com will only give you information if you are a member. that is bullshit. so - i have to live my life from now on with flam cakes .... or just close my window. So in my fleeting search for help i went to yahoo.com and got this back : click here
As you can see, there are a whole lot of Flam, a whole lot of Cakes (aproximately 102) - but nothing from FLAMco in the prevention of FlamCake batter. Woe is me. So then I came here to blogger to find more things to entertain me.
First I found that we now have movie-critics posting. This is swell. I myself could give you all my intrepretation of Lolita (colored version) and Lolita (black/white version) - but I dont think even that was meant for the board. I'll just say this :
Omega Code - Great stuff, four thumbs up, Joe on crack.
Red Dawn - With the onset of RA2 in my mind, Mmmmm.
Plan 9 - Almost as good as Omega Codes, lacking such catch phrases as "Jesus, save me" but with it's own such as "Even alive he couldn't catch me." Definately a winner.
Glen/Glenda? - Not recommended for those who would fall asleep through the black/white version of Lolita. However, lacking the "We've open minds" mentality of Lolita, something to watch when nude and nobdy else is around the house. Loud music a must have. Preferrably Yani.
Slacker - My udder-most ( heee ) favorite movie of all time. Many movies ( such as Magnolia ) have tried to reproduce it's classic-ness, and have failed. Magnolia sucked, with exception to the point of the movie and the frogs/toads. Slacker, however, is a pure bliss-ment of goodness that nobody (correction: everyone but me) cannot like.
And there are my movie reviews. By the way, When I was reading up on newspapers for my reports I ran across an article on "Dude, whar dun be mah truck" and found that it (the screenplay) was around 54 years old in the making. This little unknown fact has peaked my interest in the matter of watching this movie - and now that Jimmoi has seen it and raved about it - this almost makes me want to see the movie. Oh - and just in case you think I'm bullshitting : NeWs tRiBuNe rEpOrT - bitch. And to further prove my point - just in case jimmoi is too lazy to actually click on the link, i present this :
"Il Duce, Wo ist Mein Kaiser?" In 1946, a young German screenwriter named Heinz Beitchman leaves Heidelberg for Hollywood with a fistful of pfennigs and a head full of dreams. AND THEN "Duke, Where's the Cavalry?" John Ford pitches John Wayne on this 1952 project, which is variously described as a low-concept "High Noon" (Photoplay) and a high-concept "Low Noon" (Redbook) AND THEN Judah, Where's My Chariot?" In this horse-drawn vehicle for Charlton Heston - a kind of hymn to "Ben-Hur" - Judah succumbs to a lethal cocktail of jealousy, leprosy and Hennessy. AND THEN "June, Where's My Cleaver?" Selznick's son Stevie, buoyed by the success of "Psycho" and the popularity of "Leave It to Beaver," invents the slit-com. AND THEN "Freud, Where's My 'gar?" In a Viennese sleep disorder clinic, the father of psychotherapy spends the entire screenplay interpreting a nightmare about his mother's cigar. AND THEN "Prude, Where's My Jar?" King of Cajun cuisine Paul Prudhomme (Dom DeLuise) is accused of stealing the strawberry preserves of Julia Child (John Goodman). AND THEN Juice, Where's My Fee?" Dream Team lawyers Johnnie Cochran, Robert Shapiro and Barry Scheck have 123 minutes to recover recompense from their bankrupt client, O.J. Simpson. AND THEN "Newc, Where's My Karma?" George W. Bush, still woozy from his 1976 arrest for driving under the influence, has an existential exchange with his passenger on that night, the Australian tennis star John Newcombe. AND THEN, FINALLY "Dude, Where's My Car?" Two Gen Y stoners wake up one morning with no memory of their party the night before, or any idea where their car is, why their fridge is full of chocolate pudding or how their agents talked them into this vehicular suicide.
Ok. Now that I've given myself a very large backing up ... *grumbles something about war being a crime against humanity unless it's not impersonal* I now have a headache. Why I do not know. I will go eat me some tylenols. yes. ... these things better kick in fast... ok - final statements :
Napster - I have beat RA2 for the soviets. the ending is not fullfilling. I find that saddening-full. I expected the hot russian/soviet chick to strip nude and perform carnal acts of fellatio upon me for saving the world from the Capitalist threat. She, however, did not. She just smiled. Damn her and her un-fellatio-ness. Maybe she's just waiting for the right moment when I'm "king of the world" and she'll come in my office with a nightie on and say "hey mr. king of the world i've got a little something you should brief" and the next thing you know she's wearing nothing but thigh-highs and walking briskly towards me in my office-chair. She jumps onto my desk, which had previously been occupied by documents of which Capitalist books I should focus on burning this month, and looks deeply into my ........ errr.... whoa there. sorry about that. In any event. Um... where was I?
Oh yes - I'm still working on a way in which we can play RA2 online ... and unfortunately I cannot figure out how to make RA2 play over a LAN :| Pisses me off! When do you need the CDs? Other things - at the Old Country Buffet do they sell Flam Cakes? They probably do. And it's ok if you cant make it - Olive Garden takes presedence over Paintball ANY DAY. uh. Two cats just ran past my window. Both of them are Brice's. I wonder if they were having some sort of homosexual cat-sex on my front door. Why else would they be there? I do not know.
As for Karl - Mr. R's intelligence is debateable ( mind you Mr. R you are still a good associate ) - however Karl's intelligence wasn't even that. It was subversive. With comments ( which i cant remember at the time ) that were degenerative and something that would have spewed from the hard-core viewpoint of a "Slipknot's best songs of the 90's" album teeny. WARGH! Besides - if you cant make it, none of us know him so there's no real big problem ;)
Achk. Headache isn't going away. Must. . . . Lay . .. down.
Hopefully Heather calls me in light of my post again! To think we talked practically 'all day' with phone calls! I feel like a strapping young buck attracted to that . . . that . . . . ah shit. what are female horses called? Foals? no, thats the babies. or is it? ... mares are boys.... if a mare is a boy, then what the fuck is a buck? maybe bucks arent horsies....... uh. I feel like a BULL attracted to that hot, sexy.... wait ... no, calling someone a cow would have impressions of 'un-good-ness'. WELL FUCK.
...
AH HAH! I FEEL LIKE A JAMES ATTRACTED TO THAT HEATHER OVER THERE. BAM! sukka! how you like that one?
( goes to lay down )
January 06, 2001
I now have roughly $1,500 into this truck. Damnit. And why the fuck doesn't Schuck's stock front cover gasket sets and timing chains for Ford 460 in every store? There are only about 500,000 of this engine around, after all, but nowhere near as many as the ubiquitous chev 350. They've been making the 460 since around 1963, with only two or three redesigns made in that time period, the damn timing chain and sprokets are the same on models of that engine that leave the plant today as they were in July of 1977 when mine did.
So now my truck has to sit with the engine halfway torn down in my shop until MONDAY. Damnit Joey. Know what I'll be doing monday after work? That's right, re-assembling a Ford big block. Fuck. Wonder if the guys at Schuck's work on commission, if so then Joe is gonna be glad I bought this damn thing.
But I am pleased with my puchase. I've always wanted my very own big block. So what if I'll only get 7 mpg. It'll be faster than hell. Just get those secondaries to open up and it becomes a blue rocket.
Heh I saw on the mainpage that the blogger guys just got a VA Linux server. So did Bethel. There is now a blackboard server in the district (if any of you know of blackboard.com) The problem with that server is that it's power indicator is a piercing blue LED. We covered ours with a paper napkin and scotch tape after two days it was so bright. Sweet server though, running Redhat 6.2 also (no blasted NT those two geeks are so hot for NT damn they are dumb)
Well it's time for a shower, as I sit here I keep finding kitty litter in my hair (not from a litter box I used it on the shop floor where coolant, oil, trans fluid and gasoline were all spilled in a puddle together from my project; then I had to lay in it to get some bolt or another on the bottom.)
Later.
So now my truck has to sit with the engine halfway torn down in my shop until MONDAY. Damnit Joey. Know what I'll be doing monday after work? That's right, re-assembling a Ford big block. Fuck. Wonder if the guys at Schuck's work on commission, if so then Joe is gonna be glad I bought this damn thing.
But I am pleased with my puchase. I've always wanted my very own big block. So what if I'll only get 7 mpg. It'll be faster than hell. Just get those secondaries to open up and it becomes a blue rocket.
Heh I saw on the mainpage that the blogger guys just got a VA Linux server. So did Bethel. There is now a blackboard server in the district (if any of you know of blackboard.com) The problem with that server is that it's power indicator is a piercing blue LED. We covered ours with a paper napkin and scotch tape after two days it was so bright. Sweet server though, running Redhat 6.2 also (no blasted NT those two geeks are so hot for NT damn they are dumb)
Well it's time for a shower, as I sit here I keep finding kitty litter in my hair (not from a litter box I used it on the shop floor where coolant, oil, trans fluid and gasoline were all spilled in a puddle together from my project; then I had to lay in it to get some bolt or another on the bottom.)
Later.
I know what many of you are thinking. You are thinking : What in the world is a Flam Cake? Well I am here to inform you. Just this morning I woke up and had a lot of phlegm in my throat. This is disgusting - and a bad byproduct from keeping my window open. In any case, i awoke and immediately went to the kitchen - as this morning I was damn well in a mood for Flam Cakes, just as much as the next guy. I quickly cleared my throat with a loud roar, and spit into a cup _ BUT WAIT _ there was more in my throat! I must have choked up around 3/4 of a cup of phlegm this morning, and man - it makde my throat hurt. But thats not all. I turned on the stove and put myself a non-stick pan over one of the ranges, allowing it to heat up. Once it reached a good temprature - i slowly poured the phlegmy substance over onto the pan, listening to it hiss and steam and bubble. The gooey substance soon turned to a not-so-gooey mashed-potatoe like pancake. I got my spatula and flipped it over, hearing more hisses and so on. Once my morning breakfast was done, I promptly threw it onto a paper plate, covered it with syrup - and downed it. MMmmMmmmMmmm. Nothing better than Flam Cakes in the morning. Dont you agree?
- - - or would you prefer a picture?
- - - or would you prefer a picture?
January 05, 2001
I sometimes miss people who aren't even gone yet-and even those who I never had. Isn't that pathetic? It's really very very odd-I'm missing someone/something right now, but I've yet to put my finger on what exactly it is.
Jimi- as Breanna and I lack any association, please pass the word on to her that Pinkos desires her presecne at her forthcoming birthday party. However, there is no date/time/place set, as she is still trying to coordinate the work schedules of all she hopes to involve.
Jimi- as Breanna and I lack any association, please pass the word on to her that Pinkos desires her presecne at her forthcoming birthday party. However, there is no date/time/place set, as she is still trying to coordinate the work schedules of all she hopes to involve.
January 04, 2001
It seems reguardless of my parents bitching at me - they refuse to allow me to drop out and get a g-e-d / job / and so on. I find that almost entertaining, but not quite. In any event, it should be thursday - and I should be asleep - and I dont know what jimmoi is thinking but friday is my drama day / and ive got to make a bunch of people burned ceedees. blaargh. the world is becoming slower, and slower. is it just me or is the rotation of the earth becoming lethargic? do you know how many copies of Shelly West / Jose Cuervo there are in existance? FLAM CAKES. Time for bed for james.
January 03, 2001
Well so sunday night I bought another truck...this time a '78 F-250, whereas the one I drive now is a '75. The new one has the glorious 460 engine...major amounts of power from this one....that is, once it runs right. I have a bit of work to do, but nothing major, and I talked the guy down to 1200 for it. So if it passes emmisions (big "if") then I'll be rolling in style and slightly faster than normal.
January 02, 2001
here is something fun that i get to report on :
Litty city of Roy looks to expand ... hah!
pretty neat eh? it is report # 31 out of # 80. thats almost hafway done!
Litty city of Roy looks to expand ... hah!
pretty neat eh? it is report # 31 out of # 80. thats almost hafway done!
nothing and everything swirling around in a big lousey pile of human excrement - thats what life is - excrement - or maybe just a big contest to see who can pass the most ruffage - tomorrow ive got two objectives - one - to do eighty reports on eighty individual newspaper articles and - two - drink tequila - yes - i know what youre thinking - youre thinking that i shouldnt be drinking - and that i probably should be talking about it - but you know what - screw you - bahahahah - with eighty reports to do im damn well going to need it - if you know anything about psychology then youd know i am depressed right now - i dont know why - you should also know that depression and alcohol mean bad bad vibes - but you probably dont care - youre too busy trying to pass the most ruffage - i hear that eating popcorn makes you go poo real bad - you should try that - i dont quite like popcorn anymore - i had some today it was very disturbing - i also went to look at some websites - and realised a bunch of self proclaimed athiests were full of shit - a lot of people are full of shit - its because they havent yet learned - or mastered - the art of passing ruffage - jimmoi first introduced me to the art of passing ruffage - you may know it as bullshitting - but ive decided to call it passing ruffage at the moment - to pass ruffage is a swell - wonderous thing - like i am doing now - did you notice i am not using any other punctuation but - that - i didnt think you did - but if you did good for you - youre observant - and i bet that you arent aaron because if you were you probably wouldnt have noticed that im just using those - thingers - he didnt notice the big fat regeena girl with the knowledge bowl bars when we passed by her - and wine coolers are a bunch of shit - they taste like flavoured beer - and beer itself tastes like shit - so having it taste like strawberry just makes it feel like your drinking strawberry flavoured beer - which tastes like shit - in any event off of the wine cooler - what was i talking about asides from aaron not being observant - hmmmm - i checked out some random person-s blog today and realised that there are plenty of other things i can do with this - i dont know what - maybe i can turn this into a journal - but that would be too sappy - i found my headphones - or rather jeff had them all along - that pisses me off - im getting tired - and by the way when you are all in school tomorrow be sure to remember that i was the first person to sing in this millenium - i pledge allegience to the flag - - - - and so on - and being the first person to post on this isnt much of an achievement - bahahahaha dorkfest - anyway - where was i again - i went out with friends for three days straight - i have come to the conclusion that i need a job - the mr man with the question marks on his suit told me that i could get paid for getting my g-e-d - i think thats interesting - i might just drop out and get a g-e-d - and then all the dumbfucks wouldnt be able to use me as a -shit we ran out of something to talk about lets remind james that he will be in school for a long long time- topic and laugh - because they all think its funny - hell if i were them i would think it is funny too - but im not and im me and im stuck and i dont give a shit because while they are off making something of their lives i wont be - i wont be - i wont be - i will - however - be writing eighty fucking reports on eighty different newspaper articles which will be briefly overlooked and then thrown away - but those are for the special kids - you know - everyone has already done these things - thats why they graduated - i didnt graduate because i refused to do stupid things - now im doing the stupid things - its a waste of time - but thats all life - as aforementioned - is - a waste of time - aka - the passing of ruffage - i want to grow up and make a movie - jimmoi hurry up and get a production studio going or some crap so we can turn a bunch of neat-o ideas into on-screen productions and tell the sundance movie channel and independant movie scene to go fuck itself because we dont need no stinking badgers - and they can suck my toes for all i give a shit - and in one of the movies we will make robert redford suck my fat ass toe and make him say that he takes it up the ass because he wants the indie film scene to be popular and unindependant and sponsered by hollywood - i want to see that new movie by the way - i dont know the name of it - sean connery got in on the production of the movie - he is also in the movie - it looks ok - maybe we should go see it - no - wait - i dont have money - or a job - which i need - im thinking about cutting a deal with my parents that i get a g-e-d - they get me a car - i get a job - or i stay in school - they drive me down to the bus stop in spanaway - i use the public transportation system to get everywhere and anywhere - but then id have to be independant - and out on my own - no more mommas boy for james - bahahaha - i live such a sheltered life - i need to have a war hit and have everyone go off to fight so i can have sex with all the women who are left behind - wait - no that was back in the day - ive been watching too many quantum leaps - that show was the best - fuck you all
i know what youre thinking.
/wish there was something real in this world full of you
wait - you thought i was done didnt you - so did i - but i just remembered something - what the fuck is the matter with you - and steven as well - i was talking and then all of a sudden steven says - its fun listening to you talk - and i had to pause a moment and look at him funny - and he said - you just started talking - and you made me laugh - its just fun to listen to you - and i had to look at him again - and it was processing in my brain - hey - hey you dumbshit - hes trying to say youre funny and that you entertaining to be around - and i had to disqualify that in my head because thats just not god-damned possible - how the hell can i be a social person eh - what the fuck happened to mr fuck-you go-away - where has my sense of assholishness gone - i think justin stole it - bah - so what do i care - i will tell you why i care - because youre reading this thats why i care - i care because people listen to me - people read what ive got to type - people shut up just to listen to what ive got to say - or write - or hell even think - what the fuck is the matter with that - what is so god damned special about me that makes me some sort of -hey lets let him spiel off on a phone for some number of hours and not say a damn word and just let him ramble on about whatever the hell comes through his mind just because i like to listen to him talk- person to people - well - Jesus Tits - what is the world coming to - maybe i should be a public - motivational - speaker - thatd be interesting wouldnt it - but what couuld i talk about - ive never done anything - maybe i should become a heroine addict and then go through withdrawals and then go up in front of classes and say - yes i use to skip class to shoot heroine between my toes - you shouldnt do that kids - do those people get paid for doing that crap - hell fuck this - im going to go screw my life over if they get paid for it - thats one easy ticket out of doing anything - being able to tell people - hey kids dont be like me - dont do what i did - i think in a way thats self glorification - saying hey - im worse off than you ever were - so you better be good unless you wanna try to contest for my - im so fucked up you can never be as fucked up as i am - award that ive won because i went out drinking and driving and now talk like a retard - so fuck you if you went out and did something wrong i dont have to listen to your retarded voice to convince me that youre worse off than me - what if ive done nothing wrong in my life - what if ive done not a damn thing - and im worse off than you - merely because i dont sound like a fucking retard - or didnt kill someone - or didnt get addicted - and then unaddicted to an addictive drug that kills some people - or didnt contract an std from someone - what the hell - what if im so totally fucked over in life that i dont even have anything to show for my being fucked over - what about that mr smarty pants - why dont you shove that down your throat - try to explain to people - you see - im content with life - and i havent had a job or had to work for anything - and people enjoy listening to me and being around me - and i dont look horribly grotesque - and im not all that dumb either - and you see if they say - oh im so terribly sorry here you dont need to work for anything in your lifetime just go from school to school and preach about how much of a great life youve had and how nothing has ever gone wrong - because if anything ever did go wrong youd be in a wheel chair - or have a missing limb - or talk like a retard - or be a recovering heroine addict who used to shoot up between your toes - and you know what - fuck the news - fuck the news for thinking that it is violence in television shows and music that makes us violent - i think its the god damn news - yesterday i saw - and this was right before new years went off - so it was the last news of the millenium - a quadruple homicde being reported - who gives a shit - i sure done - who cares if others died - people die all the time - but when its gorey - and its a murder - and its more than one person - of course it has to be breaking news - fuck the news - i say fuck too often - stuff the news - thats my new word now - stuff - stuff it up your ass - stuff you - stuff the world - bahahaha
im going to sleep now.
/gonna smash myself to pieces - i dont know what else to do
i know what youre thinking.
/wish there was something real in this world full of you
wait - you thought i was done didnt you - so did i - but i just remembered something - what the fuck is the matter with you - and steven as well - i was talking and then all of a sudden steven says - its fun listening to you talk - and i had to pause a moment and look at him funny - and he said - you just started talking - and you made me laugh - its just fun to listen to you - and i had to look at him again - and it was processing in my brain - hey - hey you dumbshit - hes trying to say youre funny and that you entertaining to be around - and i had to disqualify that in my head because thats just not god-damned possible - how the hell can i be a social person eh - what the fuck happened to mr fuck-you go-away - where has my sense of assholishness gone - i think justin stole it - bah - so what do i care - i will tell you why i care - because youre reading this thats why i care - i care because people listen to me - people read what ive got to type - people shut up just to listen to what ive got to say - or write - or hell even think - what the fuck is the matter with that - what is so god damned special about me that makes me some sort of -hey lets let him spiel off on a phone for some number of hours and not say a damn word and just let him ramble on about whatever the hell comes through his mind just because i like to listen to him talk- person to people - well - Jesus Tits - what is the world coming to - maybe i should be a public - motivational - speaker - thatd be interesting wouldnt it - but what couuld i talk about - ive never done anything - maybe i should become a heroine addict and then go through withdrawals and then go up in front of classes and say - yes i use to skip class to shoot heroine between my toes - you shouldnt do that kids - do those people get paid for doing that crap - hell fuck this - im going to go screw my life over if they get paid for it - thats one easy ticket out of doing anything - being able to tell people - hey kids dont be like me - dont do what i did - i think in a way thats self glorification - saying hey - im worse off than you ever were - so you better be good unless you wanna try to contest for my - im so fucked up you can never be as fucked up as i am - award that ive won because i went out drinking and driving and now talk like a retard - so fuck you if you went out and did something wrong i dont have to listen to your retarded voice to convince me that youre worse off than me - what if ive done nothing wrong in my life - what if ive done not a damn thing - and im worse off than you - merely because i dont sound like a fucking retard - or didnt kill someone - or didnt get addicted - and then unaddicted to an addictive drug that kills some people - or didnt contract an std from someone - what the hell - what if im so totally fucked over in life that i dont even have anything to show for my being fucked over - what about that mr smarty pants - why dont you shove that down your throat - try to explain to people - you see - im content with life - and i havent had a job or had to work for anything - and people enjoy listening to me and being around me - and i dont look horribly grotesque - and im not all that dumb either - and you see if they say - oh im so terribly sorry here you dont need to work for anything in your lifetime just go from school to school and preach about how much of a great life youve had and how nothing has ever gone wrong - because if anything ever did go wrong youd be in a wheel chair - or have a missing limb - or talk like a retard - or be a recovering heroine addict who used to shoot up between your toes - and you know what - fuck the news - fuck the news for thinking that it is violence in television shows and music that makes us violent - i think its the god damn news - yesterday i saw - and this was right before new years went off - so it was the last news of the millenium - a quadruple homicde being reported - who gives a shit - i sure done - who cares if others died - people die all the time - but when its gorey - and its a murder - and its more than one person - of course it has to be breaking news - fuck the news - i say fuck too often - stuff the news - thats my new word now - stuff - stuff it up your ass - stuff you - stuff the world - bahahaha
im going to sleep now.
/gonna smash myself to pieces - i dont know what else to do
January 01, 2001
December 31, 2000
[ somewhat but not quite ] quick stuff!
1- people who will be at my house for new years : Andrew, Heather, Maybe Jimmy and possibly a guest appearance by the 'shit-in-the-brown-paper-bag' man himself, Brice. We'll see who gets drunk and who gets who and what goes where and so on.
2- Napster : i'll make you a deal - hook me up with your RA2 cds and i will either Burn myself a copy / or two - and-or just crack the files to where I don't need a ceedee. What i've gathered from you is that RA2 doesn't work on a "get online you have to have a cdkey" manner - just to install it, which is easy to bypass. So, you'd have to trust me with your ceedees for like a day and then we can play RA2 :)
You know, I'm trustworthy - unlike some ceedee-lacking people who lay down their word and then dont hold true : *cough* Sacrifice.
3- I found out why we kept having to scroll back/forth! Because of dumshit michael typing " ______ " umpteen bazillion times to where it stood as 'one word' that was some quadomillion characters long. That stupid bastard - but dont worry, I deleted the damn thing. Obviously he doesnt know what a { HR } is.
4- Tonite I'll be uploading a bunch of pictures for Heather. Expect to see them make an apperance on this board. And when you do - say she looks good, don't worry she doesn't know I'm typing this. #4 is invisible to her, she can't read it because I cast a magical spell on it that only everyone but her can see it.
5- My hair is everywhere. I have Johnny rotten hair. bah hahaha. Other random things - It was CEREAL that he was eating, not chips/doritos. And I realise why I don't like Justin - or well, I feel hostilities towards him! Not against him but that whenever he is around Breanna he has to be a complete asshole to assert his manliness around her. I'm entirely fine with Justin when Breanna isnt around. But once she's in sight its SUPER ASSHOLE JUSTIN to the rescue to protect her from all the SUPER EVIL BAD VIBES that might eminate from the SPAWN OF SATAN EX BOYFRIEND that he SAVED THE DAMSEL IN DISTRESS from. That fucking pisses me off too. Oh well.
6- Nobody I gave my email address to : Thor, DS, Geri / emailed me. They probably lost it. It was my fault that I lost the manner in to which contact them. I could have contacted Aaron but I didn't feel like trying to con him into anything he wasnt up to. Oh. Bloody. Well. Terminator was fun, by the way - and it'll be entertaining to be able to talk about war stories with Mr. R and Napster in school, showing off our wounds ( with the exception of Napster's bleeding ass ) Next time we go paintballing I'll talk to Napster/Mr. R and ask them what we all agreed on. As Austin and Jimmoi have stated - there were TOO MANY people when we went. This was because I allowed walk-ons to play with us, and Beavis was distracting us all from anything coherant. Anywho - would anyone be up for going to Ft. Lewis next time? i will have to call them and see if there is any restraints : ie - have to have military ID / parent permission / exact prices for reservations ... and so on.
7- that's it. oh, here comes brice. the moron. and it's "Satan I've been longing to meet you." - this coming from the paraphrasing of the man who cant admit that it was cereal, not chips/doritos.
1- people who will be at my house for new years : Andrew, Heather, Maybe Jimmy and possibly a guest appearance by the 'shit-in-the-brown-paper-bag' man himself, Brice. We'll see who gets drunk and who gets who and what goes where and so on.
2- Napster : i'll make you a deal - hook me up with your RA2 cds and i will either Burn myself a copy / or two - and-or just crack the files to where I don't need a ceedee. What i've gathered from you is that RA2 doesn't work on a "get online you have to have a cdkey" manner - just to install it, which is easy to bypass. So, you'd have to trust me with your ceedees for like a day and then we can play RA2 :)
You know, I'm trustworthy - unlike some ceedee-lacking people who lay down their word and then dont hold true : *cough* Sacrifice.
3- I found out why we kept having to scroll back/forth! Because of dumshit michael typing " ______ " umpteen bazillion times to where it stood as 'one word' that was some quadomillion characters long. That stupid bastard - but dont worry, I deleted the damn thing. Obviously he doesnt know what a { HR } is.
4- Tonite I'll be uploading a bunch of pictures for Heather. Expect to see them make an apperance on this board. And when you do - say she looks good, don't worry she doesn't know I'm typing this. #4 is invisible to her, she can't read it because I cast a magical spell on it that only everyone but her can see it.
5- My hair is everywhere. I have Johnny rotten hair. bah hahaha. Other random things - It was CEREAL that he was eating, not chips/doritos. And I realise why I don't like Justin - or well, I feel hostilities towards him! Not against him but that whenever he is around Breanna he has to be a complete asshole to assert his manliness around her. I'm entirely fine with Justin when Breanna isnt around. But once she's in sight its SUPER ASSHOLE JUSTIN to the rescue to protect her from all the SUPER EVIL BAD VIBES that might eminate from the SPAWN OF SATAN EX BOYFRIEND that he SAVED THE DAMSEL IN DISTRESS from. That fucking pisses me off too. Oh well.
6- Nobody I gave my email address to : Thor, DS, Geri / emailed me. They probably lost it. It was my fault that I lost the manner in to which contact them. I could have contacted Aaron but I didn't feel like trying to con him into anything he wasnt up to. Oh. Bloody. Well. Terminator was fun, by the way - and it'll be entertaining to be able to talk about war stories with Mr. R and Napster in school, showing off our wounds ( with the exception of Napster's bleeding ass ) Next time we go paintballing I'll talk to Napster/Mr. R and ask them what we all agreed on. As Austin and Jimmoi have stated - there were TOO MANY people when we went. This was because I allowed walk-ons to play with us, and Beavis was distracting us all from anything coherant. Anywho - would anyone be up for going to Ft. Lewis next time? i will have to call them and see if there is any restraints : ie - have to have military ID / parent permission / exact prices for reservations ... and so on.
7- that's it. oh, here comes brice. the moron. and it's "Satan I've been longing to meet you." - this coming from the paraphrasing of the man who cant admit that it was cereal, not chips/doritos.
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