that would constitute spam.
however - we've never had a problem with that.
and there really isn't any " rules / regulation " against it.
( although I almost enstated a " no fucking test " rule because I didnt care if you were geek / goth / emo / blue / yellow / stupid / horny or dismembered [ where is the dismembered quiz anyway? ] )

but he makes me laugh so much! zach~0 5000, " yes indeed sir i have sodomized, on more than one occasion " - but the jibberish post was annoying - STILL - he is one of the few postees who really just makes me laugh - it is sad that Jimmoi, otherwise known as " airforce bitch " - cannot see his brilliance. sad day.

and now - onto my " hey you " posting!
Hey Yoooooooooooooooooooooooooou :

Jesse-
I will probably stop by tomorrow. Being that you are you and I am me and so on - tomorrow will probably be friday instead of thursday ( so not tomorrow ) but still - hopefully the (cough) 'stuff' will be ready by then. Also - still havent heard any info on whether or not you'll make it to the " big weekend " deal - and ask drew to post if he can make it as well. crazy day. oh - and what time does your 'store' open up? " the gang " can show up there and make it look " popular " the first day. heh. and when is the next "release" of the bethel high school newspaper - DO NOT THINK THAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN MY AD-FULL GOOD-NESS-ISHNESS.

Bonnie-
yes. Even you were specifically mentioned to be present, merely because of the few women that I know ( notice > FEW ) - you do not seem to be abraisive with my associates, asides from Aaron getting pouty that zach-o got to feel you up when he himself had it planned in his dirty little mind, that is about all - and now that we're all passed all that I figured if you'd want to hang out with us losers then it would be perfectly A - O - K - but you seem to harbour a unwarranted " dislike " for me it seems. Go figure. The offer still stands, however. But your weird-haired would-be "lets meet the parents and cook dinner for you" boyfriend isnt invited. har.

Aaron-
can you make it this weekend or are you running of to ( name a college ) to peruse and examine their facilities?

Zach-o-
I dont know. Cybersex just doesn't do it for me. Sure you can use many different words to say " I done shoved this hot iron rod up your ass " but it just isnt the same when I'm here all alone and doing it myself trying to imagine you here, nut-sack sweating and all. It JUST ISNT THE SAME. So I'm sorry to say that I've moved on and found a better man. No, not the asian-stank air-force-bitch jimmoi, but GLEN FABIAN. Yes, he may be asian, but he isn't stank or bitched-to-the-airforce. Mmmmm. Oh! He's calling my name, gotta go.

Jeff-
I resent being called a sodomist.
I resent, however do not deny.
I do deny any correlation to my being a hedonist, thou.

Mike-
Where the fux0rs are you?

D S-
and you too? Gone away to happy no-post on the slug-board land?

David, Sherrie, Andrew, Anthony, Goldfish, Rae-27390281, Pinkos, JD, Doreen, Octavia, Michaela, natalie, Michael, and Kimberly-
POST YOU FOOLS! OR I SHALL COMMENCE DELETION PROGRAM!

everyone-
a great thing happened today. I got my paypal debit card. whoo hoo 1.5% cashback on all bought items from here-on-in! $$

other than that. fleh.

What fucking now... ?

Good question, lets have a vote shall we ? I call that spam - lets ban him! Hell ya! Lets ban Kansas boy!

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Now, I'm sure that many of you know that something called "sodomy" is illegal in some states.

Others of you may know that the term sodomy stems from the biblical Sodom and Gamorah (I apologize
as i cannot spell gamorah and would appreciate any info on that) story.

Well, i just thought that i'd take a couple of seconds to say that you ALL, (and by ALL i mean that
i am sure you ALL) have committed sodomy.

Good day sir,

---

It shall be so bitch. However - the disqualification you just spoke of would not apply to me, this time, someone has to start.

what is this?
did I hear dM make a challenge.
to reduce " first post goodness " to nothing more than " hah you stupid loser " and to, in fact, have second post goodness instead?

OoOoh, the challenge will be met -
but wait -
let us have a ' disqalification ' in the event that the first postee is the same as the second postee ( ie - you post once just to get second )

OooOoooh.
Sweetness.

Now, notice how I didn't make a big shit ass deal about having the first post ? Ask yourself, why the hell did he not do that ? Hmmm.... long silent moment of thought and reflection

S-E-C-O-N-D__ P-O-S-T__ R-U-L-E-S

That's why ya damn peanut eaters. How did that little jingle thingie go ? First is the worst, second is the best, third is the one with the hairy hairy chest ? Somethin like that. Why is the second post the best ? Because those that post second have the first post to bitch about, and they can laugh at all the wierd folks who stay up late at night. ( Ignore the times of my posting, the clock was fuggy. James needs to fix it. )

Well fuck-o
Damned log in thing doesn't seem to have a long memory. I try to log in and type some bullshit ( which I forgot now ofcourse ) but my login name / password weren't there. Vvloops! Took about five minutes to figure out and now I just have this to complain about.

Right okay, barbeque... yea... my system... has like - zero - room for new games 'n' shit on it ( and I hate movin the damn thing ) so I may or may not bring that. Mostly depends on how many of us " cool losers " show up to play stuffs.

If we're going to rent mooovies we might as well ( or should ) get The Godfather since no one that I know has ever seen those.

Oh yes... my rare appearance seems to have been blessed, destined so to speak. First post o' the day.
Neato spazgetzi-o

right... okay... I'm done.

Jesse -
recently have become interested much in anime.
thinking ( seriously ) about wasting that 200$ on the " perfect sessions " cowboy bebop thing / however have never actually seen any of the episodes - hence, am rather hesitant. So - any manner in which I could scrape off a couple episodes or a manner in which I can get myself a viewing of them ( or lain - or anything I can waste a good penny on ) - also considering buying the Urotsukidoji saga merely to say " HEY YOU GUYS WANNA SEE ANIME! " and then fuck people over. haa haa. but anywho.

also - ( cough ) - 5$ might have your name on it if ( cough ) in the event you can hook me up with ( cough ) anime clips that there could be a little slip of ( cough ) a copy of that ( cough ) REASON program you've been googling about - instead of ( cough ) my buying an actual Roland Synth, I could play ( cough ) around with that.

And yes. Zork does rule.

Zach-o -
you bastard. you moved. when did that happen? Here I am all bending over and waiting to be penetrated and what happens? NOTHING - because there is nobody back there fondlin' mah balls like a good lil' boy! YOU BASTARD! In stead I look back and there is a wild badger sitting there nibbling on my scrotum. SON OF A BITCH. Also - you never gave me a " IM GONNA MAKE THAT A TZA " shirt that I gave you $4 for ( dont worry about it ) and never got that 5$ Pain ceedee copy ( eh, dont worry about it ) and I never got my Reel Big fish CD ( feh, dont worry about it ) - and uh ... MONKIES!

Aaron -
get a'hold of joe. ask'em if he wants to be a slug. and your top fifty list looked like a re-made version of their list - but with Joe satriani added. hee hee.

Anyone -
I'm considering having another would-be " barbeque " at my house come some weekend - the thing is, it will probably be according to my schedule - and all weekend long. Possibly considering next weekend, even. So - There will be a little something for everyone. Four computers ( hopefully ) up and running with Alien vs. Predator 2 and other multiplayer games. I have a five-buddy switch ( if anyone has another that can be added, and some systems . . . . ) - so if anyone [ hopefully andy ] wants to bring over a system thats one more for the fray. Also - the Playstation two only has two controllers and two games. Dont worry - we can rent games. I also have a dvd player in my room - meaning that we can rent dvd movies - and have plenty of movies in stock to watch ( requiem, the wall, akira, life of brian, holy grail, tommy, blade runner, o-brother where art thou ) - and would gladly watch anything NEW that I havent seen. Now - to be specific, I am only interested in people who are willing to stay THE WHOLE WEEKEND - that is to say STAY OVERE HERE - and being that I have a weird schedule, expect to stay up WAY LATE at night ( be it playing games, watching movies, coffee debates, making music [reason?] - you name it ) and not do anything actually ' productive ' ( meaning school-work ) - and if you want to take a shower, that is if you smell bad ( JIMMOI! ) that's perfectly fine. You can use my shampoo even if you'd like, but as for soap - you can fuckin' buy that yourself. Heh. Would anyone be interested in such an event? I had jimmoi stay over ALL WEEKEND just this weekend and it was a grand event. I specifically wanted Aaron, Jesse, Mike, Drew, Zach, and even Bonnie over - and thought up of this crazy-ass weekend-deal. Again, not necissarily this weekend - but if enough people mentioned are interested, available, and willing - then hell maybe this weekend.

oh - and the excerpt above is from The Stranger - mah mucho greatest favoritest book ever. By Camus. Funny thing - someone this morning called me " Sisysphus " enroute to work. I laughed at her. She's funny.

- end.

Then, I dont know why, but something inside me snapped. I started yelling at the top of my lungs and I insulted him and told him not to waste his prayers on me. I grabbed him by the collar of his cassock. I was pouring out on him everything that was in my heart, cries of anger and cries of joy. He seemed so certain about everything, didn't he? And yet none of his certainties was worth one hair of a woman's head. He wasn't even sure he was alive, because he was living like a dead man. Whereas it looked as if I was the one who'd come up emptyhanded. But I was sure about me, about everything, surer than he could be, sure of my life and sure of the death I had waiting for me. Yes, that was all I had. But at least I had as much of a hold on it as it had on me. I had been right, I was still right, I was always right. I had lived my life one way and I could just as well have lived it another. I had done this and I hadn't done that. I hadn't done this thing but I had done another. And so? It was as if I had waited all this time for this moment and for the first light of this dawn to be vindicated. Nothing, nothing mattered, and I knew why. So did he. THroughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people's deaths or a mother's love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we're all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who are also called themselves my brothers? Couldn't he see, couldn't he see that? Everybody was privileged. There were only privileged people. The others would all be condemned one day. And he would be condemned, too. What would it matter if he were accused of murder and then executed because he didn't cry at his mother's funeral? Salamano's dog was worth just as much as his wife. The little robot woman was just as guilty as the Parisian woman Mason married, or as Marie, who had wanted me to marry her. What did it matter that Raymond was as much my friend as Celeste, who was worth a lot more than him? What did it matter that Marie now offered her lips to a ner Meursault? Couldn't he, couldnt this couldn't this condemned man see . . . And from somewhere deep in my future . . . All the shouting had me gasping for air. But they were already tearing the chaplain from my grip and the guards were threatening me. He calmed them, though, and looked at me for a moment without saying anything. His eyes were full of tears. Then he turned and disappeared.
With him gone, I was able to calm down again. I was exhausted and threw myself on my bunk. I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up with the stars in my face. Sounds of the countryside were drifting in. Smells of night, earth, and salt air were cooling my temples. The wondrous peace of that sleeping summer flowed through me like a tide. Then, in the dark hour before dawn, sirens blasted. They were announcing departures for a world that now and forever meant nothing to me. For the first time in a long time I thought about Maman. I felt as if I understood why at the end of her life she had taken a 'fiance', why she had played at beginning again. Even there, in that home where lives were fading out, evening was a kind of wistful respite. So close to death, Maman must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her. And I felt ready to live it all again too. As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself - so like a brother, really - I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.

Vampyros Lesbos - hmm. considering this as well. funny looking.

Princess Mononoke - consider this bought already

Hell on Earth: The Urotsukidoji Saga / ah hah hah hah. no really. funny.

Brazil Brazil is worth 60$? hmm.

Half.com: Cowboy Bebop - The Perfect Sessions

added :
rawfishe@loose-slugs.com
denihil@loose-slugs.com

my outgoing SMTP is having a problem.
you'll get your passwords at some time when it works.
and then when i figure out how you can change your email - ill do that too.
hmm.

... just had an idea.
but -shrugs-

zacho@loose-slugs.com ( zach )
maxpowers@loose-slugs.com ( michael )
nonfinis@loose-slugs.com ( jeff )
tarwyn@loose-slugs.com ( tarina )

anyone else?

---

I have been away for a long time...a long long time...
during that time i have uncovered a great atrocity, a mind-numbing tale of intrigue and espionage...

and now i share that tale with you all...
in a series of posts...

---

Episode I: Ordinary Day

It all begins a couple of months ago, last year, in September, when i was on my summer interim, a break from going to college. I spent some of my time down in Roy, hanging out with james and andy and jimmy on occasion. Usually, however, they were at work...

Well, one day, jimmy, andy, and myself were driving around, trying to figure out what to do...
We were also looking for james and heather, since we couldn't find them. James' clone..err...brother Michael had told us that Heather dragged James over to jOe's house to pick berries or something...

I really couldn't understand him because he started in the language of EQ, and about how his brother was going to spawn at jOe's or something...
i really couldn't follow.

thankfully andy was there to translate while jimmy and i ransacked james' refrigerator for food...

So anyway, we headed for jOe's house...with little enthusiam...

Upon arriving at jOe's house, we entered and stumbled upon a startling scene:





Suffice it to say that jimmy, andy, and i were quite shocked...

The sounds of vomitting still haunt me in the nights...
We will never really know what happened that day...
nor should we, i imagine.

Anyway, after heavy tranquilization, we all decided to do something.
We tried to ditch jOe and go watch a movie, but that didn't seem to be working...

(plus, i could have sworn james mentioning something about how it would be bad to use him and leave him...)

So the movie was out. Andy didn't want, as he put it, "jOe's large bitch-ass in his car". We ended up sitting around jOe's house making prank calls to the Target pay phones. James ended up calling and getting some girl. He thought it was funny...

he seemed to be the only one.

Meanwhile jOe kept talking about potatoes and land-o-lakes...i don't know why.

He also kept staring at his pet dog while holding a butter knife and a napkin...

After about an hour of this, i decided that i'd rather have the neighborhood rednecks catch me and eat my liver while i was still breathing. Just as i started hinting at wanting to leave however, jOe spoke up and said, "Mrrwaa...wanna sea somting coool?"

-----

Jimmy: sarcastically Sure jOe.
Me: Hey, is it in the barn?
jOe: Mrwaa!!FFds...NO, you will never have the necronamic...arjjlwmmrr...necronamican!
Everybody: Looks around confused
Me: What the hell are you talking about jOe?
jOe: looking confused, trying to understand the situation mRmmr...I mean, NO! you mrr.ww musst never entter the baryn...mrrwwa...
Me: Uhm, okay, whatever jOe.
Jimmy: Sure jOe.

----

With that said, jOe lead us toward a part of his yard that we had never quite seen before. You see, jOe's yard is vast...vast and stinks like wet dogs covered with three day old rotten eggs... Much of his yard i have not explored, nor wish to.

jOe brought us to a strange site. In the air hovered a strange image surrounded by a glowing yellow light...





All jOe could say was, "Mrrwa...twinkey"

After looking at it for a moment, i realized that we were looking at some strange portal...

----

jOe: mrrrwwa...its a lexus...
Jimmy: What?!
jOe: It's a mrrwaa...lexus... it takes you places far away...
Jimmy: Damnit jOe, you're talking about a nexus...
Me: Actually, a lexus can take you to places too i suppose.
James: Smacks me upside the head with a broken plyboard as everyone gives me the stupid look.

----

We were standing in front of a nexus, a gateway to other places...

We looked around and noticed other gateways, other nexuses leading to various places...
In the very center of the yard stood a gateway in the ground, with a piece of plywood laying over it, and a toilet sitting on top....
You could see bright red flames flickering underneath the board, and i swear i heard the sound of laughter...a dark laughter, eminating from beneath.

----

Me: Hey jOe, what's that...
jOe: meniacally laughing in a jOe-esque way Mrrwwa...nothing...mrr..gass leak...
Me: Let's check it out.
Everybody: I don't think that's a good idea...
Me: Aww com' on, what could possibly happen.

----

Unfortunately, no one agreed with me, so that mystery will always remain on the boarder of being answered.

Instead, we all walked up to the first portal jOe had shown us. We all stepped through, wondering what mystical place we would end up in...





Yes, that's right, stonehedge...
We were all amazed.
Andy talked about taking pictures of it...
James started poking the ground, while i had to stop jimmoi from urinating on one of the rocks...

Heather decided not to join us, and went off to wherever she goes when she gets tired of us...

After checking out the place, jOe suggested that we have a barbeque...

now, since we were all hungry, that idea actually sounded somewhat decent.

jOe had spare steak in one of the folds of his skin. (Don't worry, it was wrapped in layers and layers of seranwrap...





So james, andy, and i worked on the fire, while jimmy started gettin' jiggy with himself...
jOe stood back, and it looked like he was staring at something...

yes, it was a great fun day had by all...

until, out of nowhere, something appeared in the sky!





Out of nowhere, this giant fish began hovering over us, telling us that he had a warning for us...a dire warning...

a warning that would change our lives forever...

---

FLUG

due to subsequent power outages in the region of ROY the " post " that was here-in stated that would be " posted " is delayed to a date which would possibly be tomorrow. I repeat :

FLUG

See, Aaron? Your name -is- confusing - Jefff replied to your post and called you Jesse!! Ha ha haha!

Everyone needs to listen to Bitch and Animal. I'm sending their music to MyKalie. . hehehe. .about how some girls can't stay away from the best cock on the block. ..heh

It should be noted, though, that I also recommended Tori, so you might not want to listen to me.

---

James...I'm sorry that you have to see this, but I thought you should know...

it may be painful, it may be heart-wrenching...

it may make you consider ending everything...
but remain strong my friend...

Hey...maybe it's not what it seems...

As for other things...

yes i am back...whahooo...
i wasn't really gone so much as extremely busy...
still am to be honest...

which comes to the other reason why i haven't posted...

i lost my...creativity, for lack of a better word. I hit a lull, and rather then flood this place with crap...(not that that has EVER happened with other people's posts), i decided to simply take a hiatus...
and unlike others' strategies...i choose not to make a big deal about it...
considering it's not that big of a deal in the first place...

also...i have been on important assignment getting some top secret news for you...

that picture i posted yesterday...that is only the tip of the iceberg...
an iceberg of which i will reveal to you all in steps...

and then it will all make so much glorious sense.

---

it looks like drew needs to call people ' fucking eediots ' more often.
being that it seems to have arouse(en)ed the great and omnbious Jeff-o.
this is good. this is real good. considering my father has just recently bought a digital camera that is worthy of shoving up my anus and playing " WHO HID THE DIGITAL CAMERA IN MY ASS " - much like pin the tail on the donkey but in reverse. that in mind - be expecting ... photos. ... and stories. yes.... yes... all will be good... and with jeff making a comeback ... egg salad....

egg salad

so drew and jesse - you want posts?
posts you'll get.

posts.
you.
will.
get.

also, SPIN magazine voted Pink Floyd #49 out of 50, best bands ' of all time -
SPIN magazine = fucked in head

WHee.

---

Go out and get laid. This WILL be the last year of your lives.

More to come.

---

Miss Taylor on being given too much intimate information -

You know, I got used to all my lesbian friends telling me about their exploits and relationships. It doesn't bother me much. However, a not-so-straight male friend of mine was telling me about a recent conquest, and he says to me, 'So we were going at it. . .' and then it hit me - the difference between gay men and gay women!!! It's not as profound as, like, the meaning of life or something, but still important. When my lesbian friends tell me they were 'going at it' with some chick, I have no idea what in the hell they mean - or, I have an idea, but there's soooo many options that I don't have to know. When a man says 'going at it', it means one thing and one thing alone. Damn. That's why I hate straight stories - I have too visual an imagination for a play by play.

I think I've been scarred for life.

oh.
my god.

( in response to the cd jesse gave me the hook-up with )

i repeat.

JESUS HAVE MERCY UPON MY TONAILS!
I think im in love.

dave - if you're reading this : add a comment and hook me up with your email address

napster - life is life, you're living, emotions are for the dead, you -arent- fat, get a girl, and dance a little

mr. r - you are now re-instated on the board

mr. parker - you'll probably have some troubles posting. in the event you need help ... um... ask steven! hahaha

augh. i dont feel well.

MULTI POSTING FUN GOODNESS!

first I would like to point out a very important factor in my ' going out into the world to try ' to find people. I dont know things. I dont know where to " party " - nor how. I dont know how to " hang out " - and I'm not good with " people I dont know " - in fact, anyone buy this friday/saturday night ( SPECIFICALLY NIGHT ) - wanna go out and take me somewhere where thar be women folk rounds fer me to impress? anywho - I must attack, or retort, or whatever have you - on the concept of " Musical politics being bullshit "

To an extent - I agree.
To another extent, I dont agree in the slightest.

I do admit that some things are said about bands that are " new " are entirely fueled upon the fact that people have habits of getting into ruts, accepting things as how they are and assuming that will be the way they will always be. For instance, System of a Down. I remember when System was that dinky little band that Aaron and Anthony ( he should post sometime! ) would listen to and that they got Jimmoi to listen to. I chalked it up to nothing more than " metal " - which for the most part I didnt enjoy with the exception to Pantera. Metallica just was not my slice of pie. After some select run-ins with System ( one being at the beach with jimmoi listening to ' clown music ' and then the big one - Anthony shaking his rump to D-Devil ) I decided to sit down with their cd and really listen to them - and found it more than enjoyable. I was hooked. His voice was like nothing I had ever heard before. I know what I like - but I also understand that there exist " another race " of people out there in the world. These people are what I'd like to call " the flow "

Much like Star Wars' " the force " - " the flow " works in a similar matter, and I'm always it's god-damned " disturbance " for some reason. It is the reason why everyone says I *TRY* to be " unique " or " different " - it is the reason that I stand out like a sore thumb on the hand of some beautiful maiden jacking my member off. ... ah hah - now what stood out, the sore thumb ... or ... ------- BUT ANYWHO : " THE FORCE " and those who are influenced by it find nothing more interesting or " worth of value " than that which is new. NEW NEW NEW. Nike releases a NEW pair of shoes - they've got to get it because they are the BEST pair of shoes THAT EVER EXISTED IN THE ENTIRE EXISTANCE OF MANKIND. Then you've got, of course, the 'anti-flow' - the " DARK SIDE " - like a big block of cheese with your digestive system, their purpose is to do nothing more than go the opposite way that whatever ' the flow ' is going.

What you ( steven ) have hit on before, people degrading ' new ' music for the sake of it being ' new ' and sounding like ' other stuff ' ( if you notice, i really get ' kick ' out of putting things in ' quotation marks ' ) - is in actuality the work of this " DARK SIDE OF THE FLOW " ( which shall here-in be referred to as the BLOCK SIDE ) --- Now these followers of the block-side are about as soul-less as those who follow the flow. If shopping at the GAP is suppose to be the hip thing to do - they'll shop at Hot Topic. If wearing Old Navy is thing to do, they'll go shop at Bargain World. If choosing colors which are ' in style ' or ' seasonal ' seem appropriate, they'll wear nothing but black. They are unique. And different. And they are the reason I get stigmata'd as some sort of fsking freak. MONKIES!

But somewhere between the two I would have to say lays my ideals. I do so enjoy getting a kick out of the reaction of " the flow " when some new band comes out and I just say they're nothing more than shit regurgitated and they get all in a tissy. Oh fuck - I forgot a vital part of my argument :O

MUSIC HISTORY

somethings have already been done. they have been done well. I did not like the new rendition of " Another Brick in the Wall pt. II " which, thank god, is not named " Teachers leave those kids alone " - I did not like the new rendition of " Wish you were here " which, thank god, does not feature the lyrical abuse of " So glad you're here ". to attempt to do something that has already been done and -NOT IMPROVE- upon it in some fashion, or to do something that has already been done, and since the general populace is DUMB AS GOUGING OUT YOUR EYEBALLS IN SPACE to know that it has already been done you get the credit for someone else's obvious talent ( COUGH - can I say SMOOTH CRIMINAL? )

...
I dont think I've made a point yet.
give me a day and ill hammer this all into something that makes sense.
MOVING ON!

I hate you zach-o. I hate you're naked woman-y-ness too. I hate it when you dont fuck me in the ass in front of everyone. I hate it when you dont burn me a copy of MIDGHUTS WIF GEUNS. I hate it when you make me lauf wif yur funn-oi " zachfuscious-o " quotes. I hate it when ( something something ). But mostly, I hate it that I dont hate you at all.

( cue audience " awwwww " )

NOW GIVE ME HEAD BITCH!

ah hahah.

Jesse - give me a reading on how much ad-space will cost ( post on board ) will ya?
ill try and stop by fri (day) like last week.
and what is this about ' reason ' ? - and be sure to have a copy of this V/VM thing ( ? )

Josephine -
changing the music one listens to does not make them any less of a lesbian.
and the fact that it is a woman, Melissa Etheridge more-less, doesn't help any either.

HO DAMN - ITS TIME TO GO TO SLEEP.

damnit.

and now i have dead-time.
nothing to do and nobody to see.
fuckety-fuck fuck fuck.

oi - look at me, I'm doctor yonstucko!
foogiggly bugfoi.
shaka shaka shaka - zooo

Mwahahahahaha!!

In order to prove my not-lesbian status, I have taken to listening to something other than Tori[GASP!!!]. That's right, bitches. I've been listening to multiple Melissa Etheridge albums for the past two days. So, ha.

I am looking for acceptance. Accept me for me not for who I'm not or who you would like me to be. I'm looking for someone to give me a chance I don't really think that I'm that bad of a person. Friendship, a sense of humor and someone who could show me what it's like to be in a relationship and what it's like to have someone say I laove you and know that they really mean it.

you heard the woman.
get to accepting.

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You Son-ovah bitch! I thought I was his first!
He was so sincere and loving - that beard of his used to tickle my... well nevermind...
You can have him! Fuck the both of you! Go hide out in some caves together for all I care!

bitch

I'm hurt and vulnerable - someone take advantage of me! Beautiful women apply in person, others will have to call and leave a message ( I'll call you, not really )

my father watches seventh heaven

so much for his profound athiesm eh?
maybe he finds the life he wishes would have come to him ( in the event that there did exist a God, you know? ) through the television - or maybe through the computer.

I woke up early today.
being that I went to sleep early as well.

and so it goes.

January 7, 2002

I’m sitting here typing, wondering why I’m typing, as to why I’m typing and so forth... what random thoughts I have that run through my head... this computer word document under lines every single word that I type almost, only a few being left free from the peralis red line. It’s fun sitting here... class it is 35 minutes, and I am bored stiff... who knows what one is or what one does. One merely sits and thinks, writing random thoughts though in order it seems, not totally jumbled and incoherrent as they seem to me. I wonder about my typing, whether certain words I have typed are in fact spelt wrong... I think of one who is Alex known by name to me, but I also think of Mike Ehresman, Mike Rigney, Tom Tom, Rob Cail, Ryan Glen, Mat Bahnam, Nick Johnson... and others from my present and my youth... there also is the three true, Azshure, Meadow, and Autaunm... and there with the spelling yet again I am unsure. What is it that in this life makes me want to do things, to be remembered, to be forgotten... what is it that made me want to come and sit here and type other then bordom really..? That I may never know. LOL... life brings us many things, the devil on wings, the bringer of the queens... when I was on the train this morning, I was thinking about the man across from me. The train was full, which I think is to be expected, and we were near the doors that go out, in the little ’coridor’ there, and we were both facing a different window. I knew we could see eachother in them... each the other and his own, but we could also see out into the night if we really wanted to... I did and I didn’t... and so I gazed from one to the next. I had seen this man before on the trains that ever go from one place to another and I wondered at that. He was about 6’2’’ brown/brown, at least I think he had brown eyes, just a guess really though, and he was one of those people who are handsome in a way as to say that he had a ’manly’ face and jawline, and yet it was too much. Part of his cheeks to me looked to hollow, like they had been delicately carved away, and put along his jaw and chin. It wasn’t a funny face, but a harsh face to look upon... then I thought later as time went on that this would be a very interesting picture indeed... a person watching a person, reflected by there own one watching them. No words do we ever peak to eachother, that is not needed, though no true looked passed between us, and maybe I was entirely mistaken in thinking that that one was watching me in turn, yet is a thought none the less which I type here and will print, and maybe I will remember it and not just toss it out in the time ahead, and yet if I were to truely keep all the papers I have and will type in the future, then I am surely going to have rooms full of paper work in the years to come. Time passes, I now have 17 minutes left to go till my class starts. I think that I will try to make this one page, though I know not what I will type even as I said before. My heart is heavy with this life, and yet to many I am very young, yet unto me I am very old, being that my 17 ½ years are so are all that I have yet lived, but so it is. I have told many a lie in my life, and it is true that over time they do in a way ensnare you, but that is for another time and another telling of tales. I hope that maybe one day I can sit down with some beloved friend, or mayhap so unknown, but kind stranger, and tell the tell that has been my life... but I hope that if/when that time comes I will not so embelish the truth or tell the lies that have become my life, but the real story from past to present and then on. As a child I told many stories of fantascy, though I hardly remember them or of them. My Mommers does though... she said that I had mainy, but I also had favorites that would take place over a period of months or more. She told me not really that long ago before I left home for here in Sweden, that she wishes she had written them down, or at least parts of them. I think that I would have liked that and it would have been interesting indeed to see my thoughts from when I was so young and small upon the world, even as I am today, though time moves on so they say. I wish that for a while I could go back and see what I was like back then, so long ago when everything was entirely new and nothing seemed old, yet I remember it as old. When I was a child I would look in the mirror and wonder what I would look like when I was older, now that I am older, I wonder what it is that I looked like when I was younger, and what I will look like when I am in time, near the end of my days. That is all I have time for now, and that is all I have to say.

IT SUCKS YOU DOWN.

hey there - little sorry
where you going today
hey there - mister big city
where you going to take us

are we along for the ride
really going somewhere
in circles with the pacifier
slop in a bucket for the oinkers

small town - small ideas
burning through the night's desires
sit down - let it simmer
force yourself to feel another

wheels do nothing more than turn
and diamonds sparkle as well
whirlpools do their job twice over
they suck you down -

PIZZABOY LOOKING FOR A PIZZAGIRL

again - pay no attention to the top of this. dont expect me along for any joyrides and paying for everyone next weekend - being that I am TOTALLY BROKE - ah hah hah. Having days off, although while it might be fun and relaxing - eats a big hole in your finances. go figure. The more you get away from working the more you realise it is something you just cant live without. A dependancy that has somehow sneaked it's way into your backside, surgically grafted itself to your nipples - and wont let you free no matter how much you swear you dont want it anymore. The body refusing to allow you to make decisions for yourself. Fun. Really, it is.

I dont really have anything to say. I was going to get first post - but Jesse already got it ( for the slow people, that is to say that ZERO TWOISM is JESSE ) - and well it looks like another botched weekend for me everyone! Time for me to sleep all day so that I can properly work tonight! Work work work work!

PANCAKES GOD DAMNIT.

you know you want them.
you know you want -
you know you know you know
sometimes -
making whispers in the backroom
hear the reasons. hear
in the end. in the end.
make the damn
shunt it / quiet down
you dream
pety, little dreams

choke , revive , decide
afflicted
a fellow man
a hollow home
an empty space
reason with me

CHAPTER TWO.

pay no attention the above, I was going to make a post but somewhere along the line I got distracted. By what? I do not know. Im looking around me and I have a television. and a dvd player. and music ceedees. and I think to myself that I have come so far from where I was. And I try, I really do try, to feel that feeling that people always talk about. That feeling of " accomplishment " - of " making it " - the big, little payoff right before you die and go to " that coffee shop named heaven in the sky " - and it just doesnt rear it's ugly head.

i dont see how some people get it.
but one thing I do know.

I am not the problem.
more-so, there is no problem.
nothing is wrong.
everything is fine.

so why is it everyone thinks differently?

interesting...

flying monkey shit, a gorilla

we now have assimilated steven into a slug.
and jesse has finally changed his name so we can stop getting confused with cosmic jesi and kanchi kuri - personally, kanchi kuri was a damn stupid name if you ask me, and cosmic jesi is even - well - worse. and so the day moved on.

i stoppped by the school to say hi to the local yokels. and indeed - yokels they were. as I quickly moved through the hallways un-noticed because I had tucked my hair beneath my hat. Ah hah! You see! their pathetic eye-recepticals cannot see past my deception! WHARG! Monkies on the half-shell and all that sort. I've turned my journal into a sort of " dont forget this shit you son of a bitch motherfucker " - remember pad - meaning expect all the grand 'ol posts I come up with when stacking boxes to no end.

the latest one I had came up with, and never posted, was " The slacker with integrity vs. the bum-fuck slacker " - me ranting and raving on and on about how some people, under the guise of " slack " go and become a burden onto others. Yes - although if you take the actual source of the word " slack " and it's meaning - that is exactly what it is meant to be - but not after I've infused it with UBER PHILOSOPHICAL REASONING POWERS ( otherwise known as ' excuses to be lazy, by james collins ' ) - and the number one rule of being a slacker is carry your own weight - which is another way of saying : " FUCK YOU BUDDY - ILL DO MY STUFF FIRST " - my concept of a slacker is entirely 100% not a team player. go figure.

I awoke at 9.30pm today. It pissed me off. You know why? Because ol big-headed andy was there wavering above me, and is to my right at this very moment - saying " WUZZA! IT IS 10 O PEE EM - YOU IS WAKE UP NOW BIAOTICH " - and I said " IT BETTER BE TEN O PEE EM! " - and he casually mumbled something. When I got to a clock - it was, in fact, 9.30.

this is what I get for bothering the living hell out of jeff back in the old days. and waking mike up at some odd hour in the morning. you bastards. the whole lot of you. i hope you all burn in hell.

with saddam. and sophecles. and marge simpson.
IN HELL.

oh. hey.
and jeff - you asked for some " jungle love " music cds...
I couldnt get ahold of you so I had to post it on the board.

I found :

and


sorry - but no actual "guamanian nature cds" - a tough cookie to find.

the thrill is back

... or at least a cheap, artificial substitute of the thrill has returned.
with common postings - although not as exciting and edge-of-your-seat toe-biting suspense as the ' old posts ' - still posts none the less. I vaguely remember reading something about steven wanting to actually be a slug - with that in mind, or maybe I was just dreaming it, drop your email address in comment to this and you've got it.

this morning entroute to home I heard Jodi, on the end, mention that if american pie is your favorite " funny film " then they've obviously never seen BLAZING SADDLES - to this I have but one phrase to say...

BADGES?
WE DONT NEED
NO STINKIN' BADGES
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

thats right.
as for moving out - I slept on it a lot, and was thinking that I can probably stash away more money ( for college ) if I stay at home, but then again hanging round here is getting a bit to be too much of a drag. So... It's 50 / 50 - if I get the right people I'd like to live with - and who can actually PAY THEIR HALF and who would be interested in living in the spanaway/puyallup area ( preferably somewhere closer to my work, so that I dont have to fsking drive all the way out from roy ) - I've been looking at this online " roomate " thing - and although I have found some promising 18y/o females... hmm, then again - I'd probably enjoy someone I KNOW rather than some sultry little harlot who wants to suck me o ... waaiit a minute, what am I saying?

and also - if you listen to the radio ( KNDD ) then you proabably hear these " text messege " " new language going around " bullshit - why they fill me with such fevor and rage I do not know - but " IMHOM " and " CANIBCAR " are not " text messeging "

LOL made it annoying. ROFLMAO made it more annoying. STFU made it somewhat bearable. but the only ' usefull ' one had always been AFK. but all this crap... I now fear buying a cell phone, having it beep on me, and then looking at it to see :

"HJCYMUASHARISTA10EWBTAIWBFUN"

which, of course, I'd go to sharis at 10 only to say WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? - and they, with a sheepish grin, would say - dont you know? it's text messages! It meant " Hey James Can You Meet Us At Sharis At 10, Everyone Will Be There And It Will Be Fun " - which will be my cue to promptly thwack them upside the head and say : " WHY DONT YOU JUST FUCKING CALL ME AND ASK. " - and then they'd tell me that would make them paying the extra 30$ a month useless if they didnt get to use their text messeges.

O_o

OH MY JESUS - we havent had an interspliced semi-erotic photo put into the middle of my post for no apparent reason so to fix that real quick - here is one for jimmoi - yet again, merely because he cannot see the board and so that gives me free reign to ridicule and attack him without any chance of him knowing - or retaliating! mwa hahah.

hey girls. are you BURNING with desire?

FRET NO MORE! JIMMOI THE FIREMAN IS HERE!

whee.
thats about it.

also.
im interested in moving out.
anyone willing to share in the ... excursion?

Behind the green door lies treasures a-plenty.

it is a pity that jimmoi doesnt have a computer anymore- being that nobody commented ( or did they even know ) on the " behind the green door " picture i ended with ... last year. I dont think I will be celebrating " the new year " anymore. Last night I went to sleep. No big hoop-lah, and I believe it works better for me that way. It is a funny concept that " a new year " is of any importance at all. It almost falls under the category of " you are a consumer " therefore anything " new " is good, and should be celebrated ( or bought ) - go bloody figure.

Im also starting to think real ... dirty. Just terribly dirty. I have dirty dreams, and dirty thoughts about regular things. I went to yelm yesterday, and when everyone was looking at me funny - I looked at them funny back. I kept thinking to myself " you'll have your turn, just you wait " - and then I caught myself staring at the ass of some lady who walked by me when I was looking for doritos. and then I caught myself staring at the breasts of the cashier as she hurried and apoligised to my mother for doing something - blah blah blah -

and then shoes. a long bit ago i saw a lady wearing the most oddest pair of shoes - which consisted of nothing more than two leather straps onto some form of " platform/highheel " hybrid. I will attempt to find a picture of such - but dont plan on it. Another thing, i've been frequenting this place more and more often - thinking of even more dirty things. but then - as with all things, there is the down side.

I dont know anyone willing enough to participate ... or at least of legal age - being as most women I know are school-related. So then there is the dating scene, and my big red-X upon it so. I hate the dating scene. All it is a subterfuge of " lets all sleep together " - and if you think about it, thats probably why I avoid it so. But having an itch that you can no longer scratch is a terrible ... affliction.


surprise your man this valintines day!

but this hits upon a much ... deeper thought process. and I believe I may have to come to the conclusion that I am not homosexual. After all of the torrid nights of passion that me, zach-o, and jimmoi have shared - i have to say that my interests lie in a woman who can wear a nightie and please me all night rather than someone who can stop farting for seven minutes, stick their butt up in the air, grab both buttcheeks, and wait for intrusion ( we call this the " jimmoi posistion " being that he came up with it one night when we had a little bit more anal EZE than usual )


shoes - also - are an important part of pre-fucking ( dinner )

but on another note - there seems to be too much stupid in the world. Im a contributing factor to it - and so are you. It permeates through the entire universe and lands in your backyard with a toothy-grin. Some few people have realised it is there yet. Red lights flash when they think of things abnormal. A movie came in the mail today - " Quills " - I originally got it to trick Heather into coming over. I dont believe I will watch it. I have ... an odd fascination with that Marquee. I forgot what the other movie is - as they havent come in yet.


ah - the eternal dilema, thigh high or knee-high?

hmm.
it seems more and more i'm running out of sensible things to type ( ah hah, as if i ever have made sense! ) - and just keep posting more and more pictures. So, without further adeu, I present with you the two things I am considering buying - and then delving into with a passion. Meet -
YOUR MASTER NOT MUD




and the trip up to the mountain was fun.

Happy New Year, bastards.

I feel that I'm one of few people who actually wishes the new year at the appropriate time, not a day or hours in advance. Sometime around 12:00:01 to 12:59:59 - anytime there after... shut yer mouth.
Yup.

New Years is such a great time ( sometimes ), a great time to fuck up writing checks and all those wonderful similar things. A time to pretend all the 'bad' things you may or may not have done in the previous year will be 'gone' somehow - forgotten. That's funny, at least I think so.

So Happy New Year.

2002
minus
1981
equals
21

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

'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.

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

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 :)

GOD JUL ALLT DU

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

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

expect updates.
something.
funny. hah.

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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, ...
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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

. . .

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. :)

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.

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.

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 :)

obsession...

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!!!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

dirty monkies.

Primordial Life 3.14 Serial :

Name : Cosmo Cramer
Serial: 17672

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.


Take the Metal-Head Test at Fuali.com!

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. Take the EMO Test at Fuali.com!

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.

Take the GOTH Test at Fuali.com!

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.

Take the GEEK Test at Fuali.com!

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.

Take the PUNK/POSER Test at Fuali.com!