well jimmoi seems how your in the tary and i will end up ythere i need to know if i could end up being a helochoper medic ive basicaly got all i need to be a norm medic but i want to be for the tary do some lookin for me??
if you do there could be some mike sex for you next time you come up ill sell it to you half price;)

Military - teach something useful?
You gotta be shitting me?

If they teach people shit that can be used in the outside world, the people will realize they can make actual money in the outside world. Then the money they spent to train them will go down the fucking tubes come re-up time.

WHAT THE CHROIST JIMMOI -

if you're off in the mill - o - tary why the fuck dont they teach you basic computer skll(z) ?

FIRST - cut down the fux0ring size of your images! hack a photoshop program or something, SHIT.
SECOND - learn to do basic HTML TAGS like IMAGE SOURCING. you cannot cut short and put w=300 or h=400.

ARGARGARGARGH.

I hate your posts so much! ;b

You'll need a windows boot disk....

Yeah, I gathered that you were against the idea of walking into the woods with a pair of flaming sticks (which shows a great deal more intelligence than I would have credited you with). I was wondering what the hell you meant by "forest implies LARGE trees and cleering blow"

Napster - your option now is to fdisk, format and scan the drive. If it passes, reinstall. If not, replace the drive and you're off and running again. Don't condemn a machine for a bad drive....

OK hold on....what the hell were you trying to say with "forest implies LARGE trees and cleering blow" anyway?

The whole "free college" thing is not all it's cracked up to be....if you read the fine print, it all says "if you qualify." Chances are, you won't. Otherwise, the gov't would be broke for putting people through school after a two-year hitch.

Not to mention, I've noticed you don't take orders very well....what makes you think that you'll be able to take asinine orders from some jackass sergeant?

we have signed the lease.
walking to our cars, anthony said to me : " hey, we're adults now. awesome "
that was the idea. that is the idea. that is that.

we've now crossed the border into the land that which only few of my associates have passed.
bradbury rents. breanna+justin rent(ed?). Jeff rents.
These are people who live beyond the confines of thier pre-ordained shelter called " mamma " and " pappa "
there are others, sadly - that I know who will not.
who ... unforutnately, be it through what they want or what they have become accustomed to :
will not experience this aspect of life.

for those, I feel sorry for.
I accept each and every turn that life will bring.
I accept that this is now and tomorrow is later.
I accept that I am tired.

I appreciate that I know each and everyone of you.

Lord have mercy.

Michael... If you want advice on this subject, I would think you should talk to Steven, seeing as he was in the National Guard for like 6 mos. before they realized that he's bi-polar. Anyhow, he would have some sort of first hand knowlege of it.

Michael.....have you read the news at all recently?

Those in the National Guard are called up to active duty when they go to war. If you were in the National Guard, your ass would be digging foxholes in sand in the middle of a big-ass fucking desert right now.

Usually a "general protection fault" is a generic way for windows to say "oh shit, something went wrong" I would suspect it to be software related, but the heat theory is valid. Easy way to test - take the sides and/or top of the case off. If it's heat related then it won't recur with full ventilation. Assuming that the processor has a good enough fan/heatsink combo is fairly safe, usually if that's the problem you'll only get a few minutes of use before it craps.

But that doesn't sound like hardware. Typically when that's the problem it isn't nice enough to give you an error, it just stops working. Try re-installing your device drivers with the newest version you can find. Then you may have to reinstall windows....ugly stuff.

If it's not crashing during regular use (web, email, etc) then I would look at video card drivers, maybe even the card itself. Bad video cards can cause all kinds of strange shit to happen. Again, look into software first.

I'd take on Tim Eyman....but not because of his political views and practices (which I disagree with). I'd enjoy taking him out in a battle royal because he is a smug, yuppie little horse's ass. With him, I should get a 2-for-1 (he's kind of a pansy), and I'd have to pick...well, I'm not sure who. Just throw a lot of pop-star bubble-gum types into a hat and pick one out at random.....


In further news, if any of you were wondering, Oregon is still a festering shithole. Any place where people aren't even allowed to pump their own fucking gas rates fairly high up on the old "Worthless-O-Meter." Not to mention the concept of "SLOW TRAFFIC KEEP RIGHT" apears entirely foreign to the populous. Not that I'm saying Washington, or any other place besides the great autobahns of the Fatherland itself, is all that great at it. It just seems your average Oregonian has never even heard of it.

so we picked out an apartment.
its nice. real nice.

huzzah huzzah huzzah!

87 Pizza places?
How in the hell did you find that out?

Or do I even want to know?

As my coworker points out "It's hot. They don't get that there." and "...an oven to hover around."

I've come to the conclusion that the death of us all, indeed the ending of humanity itself will be caused by none other than ...

Minivans.

To be more specific, Chrysler minivans.

what happened to " the duelist" magazine?
well first of all it got jewed - changed the name and incorporated poke'mon into it.
information about it can be found : here

oh, but wait it gets better - so you try to subscribe to TopDeck magazine?
not happenin' because you cannot subscribe, I tried to find out and find this tidbit here

( for those of you lazy who wont click on a link, here is a little snippet )

Johnny Wilson, group publisher for Wizards of the Coast, said, "Through extensive research, we have found that players that become experts in trading card games tend to use Internet sites to obtain most of their information. TopDeck magazine certainly created a new group of experts. These experts will now be able to receive updated and interesting news and features on our website 24 hours a day."

yeah. see. they dont give a shit about producing something you can buy and stash away and some time later re-read an article and remember " hey, that taught me how to build a deck "

fuckers.

but then there was mention of something called Sideboard magazine.
I looked into this. you can find it " online " here

it deals with tourney-talk. big pro " will this combo be big " shit ... and a bunch of other crap which I, quite frankly - dont believe holds anything against the articles I find in The Duelist because they seem too busy living up to themselves than " having fun " - it is almost as if now that there are pro-tournies an televised events they've forgotten that some kids still dont go to tournaments and play with their friends and have a local little group. This agitates me.

so.
if I can - im going to see if i can get ahold of a manner in which to actually publish something.
M:TG related. with articles that are fun, and about having fun.

Not about which combo will be seen in the next block.
or what mr. so-and-so had to say about Akroma's Vengeance.

Where is Mr. Suitcase when I need him?


( also - wrath of god is printed in 7th
better picture, in my opinion - more ... " akira " ish )

Hey napster....Were you and some of your Drama chronies placing posters last night at BHS?

Nothing like 13 hours of overtime (at 29.70 per hour) to inflate the hell out of a paycheck....

Bullshit, you know you want one....it's hard to tell from the picture, but mine even has the decals on askew.

...

The only thing that could have made that situation better is if the sticker had said "God is my co-pilot"

God, fog, and totaled cars

average day at work today.
soon a pre-feeder will be on my machine, no more manual feeding.
( we're actually pretty depressed about this, no more ... well, ... hard-work )
no i am not jealous of a spanaway shot-glass.
( today I had a revelation that I live and work in a very " redneck " atmosphere'd area )
can you smell what the rock is cooking?

side note :
I drive home and if I leave at a particular time I am always there in front of a church to see this little ricer-honda pull out the church-driveway, and I almost hit him/her once. Well, today that sucker got smashed. I'm talkin' totaled. Some big green truck ( I want to say F350 but it just SEEMED that huge in comparison to the ... or ... well ... what little was left of - the honda ) - smashed right into him. And boy oh boy do I love fog. The kicker?

the honda had a bumper sticker.
the bumper sticker said : Warning! In case of rapture, driver will not be operating vehicle
or something to that extent.
having never seen the back of the honda, I snickered.
It was only that, later on down the road,
when I had to pull off to the side of the road and let an ambulance blare past me that I actually laughed out loud.
Lesson?

And now, for something completely different.....


That's right. You're all jealous now, aren't you?

[seems the picture might not have worked. Damn]

Woo - hoo -

Me and Snaundra went to Castle, and she got her very first strap on. *sniffle sniffle* My little boy's all grown up! hehehehe - bend over, bois, she's coming for ya!

Meanwhile, I have finally become a woman! That's right, I got my first vibrator! Hold the applause. :) It's a great day to be a chick.

It mainly smell skank, with maybe a hint of retard as well.....

A note from my sister:

Micheal, you suck ass. Die and rot in Hell. None of you will ever be able to pay to have sex with me because you are nasty, nasty hoes; and I am not. and you could not afford it, anyway. and thank you to James for not calling me a hottie. Everyone else, will you list their names, no, no, no, Heather! Will you list their names? Dude, Duuuuuddddddeeeeeee. You suck ass. Okay, let me think of what I wanna say. Shut up. Let's see, there was Micheal, Steven, Aaron, Mike Rigney, ummmmmm. . .whoever else was there die and rot in hell because yous nasty and . . .don't tell them to rot in hell, I don;t want them to invade my space. .. I hate you so *in Cartman voice* very, very much. and I hate Jimi so very, very much because he's gay and he's so very gay and he needs a new boyfriend because Micheal is apparently not working out and I hate you both so very, very much. You all suck, The end - no love, no love, for I have no love fo ya'll - *with emphasis* no love fo ya'll!!! but James is a hom-ee. Don't love 'im, but he's a hom-eeee. dude. I come off sounding like some gangsta wanna be. That's all. Poop on you are you done now

Micheal and Mr. R ->

What was that shit?


and, on a side note to Micheal ->
No, you cannot!

well shit-cakes.
on a side note : the picture of him giving barney head was still fun.

and yesterday has to be THE BEST day of the year, so far.
YOU HEAR THAT SUCKAS? I HAD A GOOD DAY. thats right.

Not only did I get a ten cent raise ( which goes into my 4% annual raise, meaning in a few months it'll be 14.70, whoo! )
but a ton of great things happened.

I just cannot remember them.
woe.

anywho.
Shari's was a good outing.
Im hungry. and tired.

whoosh.

http://gamespot.com/gamespot/stories/news/0,10870,2909852,00.html

son of a bitch.

Yeah, but it doesn't always include the line:

"There are thousands of kids who just want a hug from their Mom and Dad."

*blink. blinkblink. blink*

They must be one busy couple.

Napster would you like to come over to Mr.R's house with your ps2 tomorrow after scschool scuz mike is and we want somthin to dowell call me if you get this thing ( now james will yell at me for useing the board) yippy



hot doggie style sex YES!

"State of the Union"

Or

"Bullshit Rhetoric and Empty Promises"

You decide

It's not as much later in the day as it is later in the rush. If you head out at 10:30am, traffic will be around the same as 6:00am. This is true until around 2:30, when it starts turning to shit again. The afternoon-evening rush is worse, and lasts longer too.

And, sir, that was a chart not a schematic. With the new boss I have, we've learned first hand about charts. Although yours was for the benefit of others, so it's in a slightly different class from the ones I'm used to.

odd. I could have sworn I put the time.
Just again :

Friday, Jan 31 - Shari's, 11pm

Be there.
Get ahold of me and inform me if you plan on making it, please.

ok. big post here.

FIRST AND FOREMOST - I want to show you all a schematic ( or something along those lines ) that I've drawn up about driving in general. You see - after leaving work today ( late ) because I made the unfortuante mistake of locking my keys inside of my locker ( I had a second lock in there so after I bolt-cutted it off I just used the other lock and started to go home ) - I had to leave at eight o clock - now bradbury made a point that a mere five minutes can turn your commute - which say, usually is 30-45 minutes long, into something twice, even maybe three times as long. The following is why :

Say you are driving on a long strip of road that is fourty five miles per hour.
You have to get to where you're going at aproximately 9am.
the following chart should be used.
Departure time :
A. 5.00 - 6.00
B. 7.00
C. 7.30
D. 8.00

Arrival Time :
A. 6.30 - 6.45
B. 7.30 - 8.00
C. 8.15 - 8.45
D. 9.00 - 9.30

You want to know what I'm trying to say here? I'm trying to say that THE LATER ON IN THE DAY that one gets THE WORSE THE DRIVERS GET - you wanna know why? Because they're god damned DAY WALKERS - they drive their shitty little minivans to their shitty little daughter+son's schools so they can have parent teacher convernces about how little timmy isnt doing his homework or how little susan is acting strange and they dont want to get into an accident on the way there so they go THIRTY FOUR FUCKING MILES PER HOUR IN A FOURTY FIVE MILE PER HOUR ZONE - WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.
( feels much better )
My second thing I wish to come about. Today at work, we ( me and joe ) switched off pallets ( it was a long order ) - and you know what we did? We had " poetry wars " - haha. Here is just a few excerpts from box-factory blues :

Joe : Rat suit bat suit
dirty little twats
poor little Jimmy tied in a knot
He sucked 'um and fucked
cuz it was so much fun
with Denis in mind he pulled the blind,
and came another time

Me : I dont know
who you think
you're foolin'
You call me gay
point, stare, laugh
when it's at my nuts
that you're droolin'

Joe : tick - tock
Jimmy is sucking my cock
the clock struck two I shot my goo
And I dropped the dick off at the next block

Me : While Joe does fantasize
wishing to verbalize
his love for men & lust for boys
I find it difficult to work with him
while he whittles homosexual toys

Joe : Jimmy gets no pussy cuz he's just a woosey
Grabs hold of his stool and slowly strokes his tool,
He has two brothers he puts through the test
Which one satifies him best?
Missionary or doggy style - it doesnt matter,
All seems to flatter.

Me : Almost good
but not quite there
Im surprised you havent written about my hair
Its O.K. though, everything'll be fine
and yes, coming next month -
I'll be your valentine.

I know - you dont care. Anywho - my last piece of advice, but since some of you ( seeing that this is a long post ) will have just said : " its by james? shit. " and skipped right over it I have to get your attention.
STOP.
READ THIS

Mike has asked me if we " do sharis " anymore. I told him we havent in a long time, got to thinking about it - and figured that this weekend would be a prime day. He keeps yapping about how he's back into math and he's feelin' better and all that jazz - and I want to see if the mike rigney that we all knew is " back " or if he's still off in looney tunes-ville.

So email me. Call me ( 2536914874 ) - post on the board. Make some kind of " nods head " towards me that you'll be there. So I know " who and how many " to expect. I know I will be there. ( albeit maybe a short amount of time, still ) - HUZZAH!

and thats it.

( pixie )

yes, I have - in fact I did it for about a month.
and just a word of advice : in the event that you're hiding from people, they shouldnt call you.
hence, you're hiding from them. if they're calling you - then obviously you're within reachable parameters, and you're not hiding.
so if nobody calls - then you've done a good job of isolating yourself.

( I told everyone that I was " going away " for awhile. In fact, I even left the board. heh )

did you ever just want to hide away for a few weeks
and you expect that if you tried. people would call you up and wonder what ever happened to you.....and what you are doing
then you try to hide and no one calls for over a week and no one inquires or seem to really care...
and instead of hiding from people you wonder why they wouldnt call you...

people are begining to agitate me.

they think that time ... is so precious - is so short : that life is something to be concerned about
always considering that " today is the day in which all things have come to an apex for "
when they never consider tomorrow.
or what of yesterday? - I find it bothersome.

I believe this general outlook on life is the cause of my irritation.
not what people think, but how I respond to how people think.
sometimes I wish I could just strangle people. hold them tight within my grip and wait.
until the moment comes where they give up and accept death - and go limp.
where-as that will be the moment in which I let go. how would they live?
as if each and every day were their " first after the last " - that this life is here,
merely because I havent been buried yet. they find solace in trivial things that
most people call art. they call music. they call love. happiness.

distractions, all.
what is the point of your life, why do you exist?
is there a greater goal to all of being? of course there is, but you are just a minor player.
this goal consists of many people doing many things in conjunction at different places at different times.
you cannot even comprehend the piece that you attribute to it. so why bother?
I do not know, I do not know.

I had a dream last night and it was an odd dream indeed.
I was walking towards a destination - where I do not recall, and all of a sudden someone just started walking along side me.
we talked for a bit. It was interesting.
then they went away and I woke up.
that was that. It felt good.

I use to wait for someone to come along and care for me.
someone to infuse me with hope. with happiness. with joy. with a feeling of " living "
I use to continually try and convince myself that : " this was it. this is the big shibang "
and it never came. nobody ever lived up to what I figured they'd be, and I never lived up to their expectations.
I use to think that the only way I'd ever be usefull is if someone just loved me. for no reason.
looking back I find it silly. why is it my ability to function should be so dependant on an emotional need from another?

who needs a drink?

me too.

That was great. Inspired, even.

BaBy K gUrL 24: asl
zak p o w: sometimes.
BaBy K gUrL 24: what?
zak p o w: wait. what does that mean?
BaBy K gUrL 24: age-sex-location
zak p o w: what about it?
BaBy K gUrL 24: how old are u
BaBy K gUrL 24: are u a guy or girl
BaBy K gUrL 24: and u can tell me where ur from if uw ant
zak p o w: i am twenty and one. I am a guy.
I cannot tell you where I live because you might be that stalker who's been trying to get me for the past two weeks. Sorry.
BaBy K gUrL 24: lol alright
zak p o w: You're not pyschotic and want to bear my children are you? Do you want to make hot love with me in the backseat of my car and concieve a bastard child run away to Guam and elope?
BaBy K gUrL 24: uh yeah thats it
BaBy K gUrL 24: c ya
zak p o w: ok, now what does that mean?
BaBy K gUrL 24: what does what mean
zak p o w:
c y a
like
a s l
BaBy K gUrL 24: c ya means goodbye...duh
BaBy K gUrL 24: like ---dont even say uve never heard that word before
BaBy K gUrL 24: and i told u what asl mean
BaBy K gUrL 24: s

BaBy K gUrL 24: goodbye
zak p o w:
why are you leaving now? you say hello just to say goodbye?

zak p o w: I figured you know, we get to know eachother a little bit. I give you a sprite, and we chit chat. The drug takes effect and I drag your unconcious body back to an abandoned warehouse where me and three buddys take turns thrusting various body parts into various holes ... then ditch you on the side of some rarely-utilized road.
zak p o w: You know. Common-place stuff.
zak p o w: You there? Hello? .... Oh ... it must have taken effect already. excelent.

A TOAST I PROPOSE

To all those who know me, and all those who are reading this very sentence.
I enjoy that I know you all. I enjoy that you all know me. I enjoy that the board STILL exists
( and I havent given up on it and just tore it down, as I've come close to - many a time ) -

A toast, I propose, to Mr. R - and how he hits on anything with breasts. Although he does agitate me sometimes - I accept that this is Mr. R - and when he agitates me or goes too far - I am sure to tell him : " Hey, Fuck off. " - And not only that - but to the fact that he SPECIFICALLY lied to OPERATION PAINTBALL about how he WENT TO SEATTLE and now he is in trouble. BAD BAD Mr. R! BAD BAD!

A toast, I propose, To life. To that we all, on the board, are still alive and have not had anyone of us die. And to the fact that I cannot think of another thing to toast to but I've started off each paragraph with " A toast, I propose, " and then to something - but nothing comes to mind. So ... I'll just dabble around and type out random bullshit until I figured out what the next paragraph will start with ( steve just got out of the shower ... so . . . )

A TOAST, I PROPOSE, TO SHOWERS - and how they keep you clean . . . .
. . . and ... yes ... water, warm water at that ... Hoo wee ... I tell ya ... Those showers ...

Went down to the dealership today, got the next truck picked out. It will be built on the 10th or the 17th, if all goes according to plan.

From what I (and the dealer) can tell, there hasn't been another one like it made yet.
There aren't any even close to it it the five-state "Portland" region, or in California.
I still haven't figured out what five states are in the five-state "Portland" region, but I'm pretty sure that I won't ever see another one like it.

So I'm pretty damn stoked.

Strange as it is, the early-morning-rush is more pleasant. Once 7am passes, look out. People turn stupid and start driving like it's 4:30pm. Case in point - if I leave the house at 6:55, I'm walking into the shop by 7:05 without breaking very many traffic laws. If I screw around and don't get out until 7:05, I'm lucky to be within sight of the parking lot at 7:25 driving like Michael Schumacher on Meth.

So I left work. Two hours Early. Excused - and let me tell you something.
The people who drive from 5am-7am, they are the driving Gods that I wish I drove to and from work with.
Each and every single bloody one of them zooms around at five over the speed limit.
Yes, even vans. EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM uses a TURN SIGNAL to signal even lane changes.
I know - even now you scoff at me - you cannot believe such a thing.
I've actually seen cars slow down and stop and let other vehicles out from side roads.
and nobody was agitated. It was like they all " had eachother's backs " - I almost cried.

Well. I'm getting worse about posting than - I'll go with "everyone everyone says never posts anymore."

Ground Control? Pfaw.

The game, impossible creatures, seems to be limitless in replayablity.
PHEAR MY FLYING PIRAHNA.
I've alredy beat michael in it twice ( woe ) - I need competition.

I am eating a sammich. It does taste good.
I am also going to sleep soon. Yes.

bought : game : Impossible Creatures by microsoft.

watched : movie : Brotherhood of the Wolf - french film, english dubbed.

installing the game now.
also : the movie is very good.
the french know how to make a film, i tell you what!
in this they mix History into an Action+Adventure and Suspense+Thriller ( who done it? )
I will be damned. I almost felt passion for the characters.

Hum.

I bought two movies today and subsequently - watched them.
The first is The Truman Show - good film, enjoyed it.
The second is directed by the same person - and deals with vaguely the same material ... with one exception.
" Truman " is fake. A fabrication. The movie named Simone that I wanted to see in theatres.
Good film as well. Between the two which do I like the most? I dont know.

I can feel sleep crawling up the base of my spine, readying itself to leap upon my conciousness.
I know it is there, and it knows that I know that it is there. So it takes it's time. It playys with my mind.
This friday will be m:tg-oodness. yes.

I have to buy anohther book.

Im goign to sleep now.

Zach-O
-
Starting next month, I will have money. Lots of it.
So, when you decide to come up, as long as nothing has
prevented me from having money at the time, I'll be sure to donate
to that fund.

Sacrifice a wall. Draw a card.

it looks like furry hentai. eeeeh.
and he works on commission. that rules.

i feel sick.
nothing a bottle of alcohol cannot fix.

http://cutepet.org/html/jh_kiran2.html free henti yes goodness at its best i love free shit

maybe steve's girl would be interested.

also :

SIM CITY 4 is like .... oh ... my ... jesus.

Looking for new fun models who
want to have fun in the wilderness.
Prefer females who like modeling.
Subject to approval. :)

email: HWYFAR@HOTMAIL.COM
Subject title must have "funzo"

M & M .... nummmy mummy num. Then again that is also the nickname for my two baby angelfish... Mr. Fish and Marble. tehehe

I like the fact there are rather eccentricities going on constantly in my neurons... my mass of grayish pink flesh in my brain. I had one of the jocks in my fourth period class (an exceptionally low mammal of intelligence for even the classification of a jock) ask me last week why I’m "so different." This was fun to toy with as one can imagine in my place would be.

Me: "How do you mean?"
Him: "Well.... um............................................... uh humm... not like the rest of us."
Me: "By the rest of us, do you mean the people you hang out with, the people in this class, this school, or what...?"
Him: "Uhm."
Me: "However you view it, I am different, but then again so are you and all of the people you know, have scene, or will ever meet in your life."

With that, it looked like the wheels in his brain actually moved. He sat there, looking utterly confused as if I had spoken a completely foreign language to him. I felt sorry for him for not realizing that there are differences in all of society, even those closest to us, no matter how much they may seem like one person or another... we are all "different", it just depends upon the degree for each person.

I, however, never stated that I was not paranoid.

and I'd go so far in saying that all knowledge is subjective -
there just tends to be, on some things, a " large agreed upon answer " to some questions.
mind you - facts themselves are not subjective ( which is to say that things that happen do happen )
but how those facts are percieved and interpreted by people is what changes.
so when you ge something like :
the boulder fell and crushed little one-legged joe
most people will be in agreement, with exception to the blind and/or stupid.
but then when :
why did the boulder fall on little one legged joe and crush him?
you'll have a ton of answers... like say :
God had smited him for his sinful ways of living.
( being that one-legged joe was quite the promiscuise fornicator )
or
He just was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
or
I told him not to kick the cliff-side, he just wouldn't listen

im not making sense.
Eeep Opp Ork Ah Ah.

So the girl I was to persue turns out to be actually married.
It is silly - because the first thing Steve's girl asked me was : " Did you see a ring? " and I uh ...
turned to steve and said :
" Did you see a ring? " and since there was nobody to turn to, he couldnt turn to anyone and go : " Uh ... "

I got to thinking about it coming out of the shower and it suddenly hit me how much her ' looks ' look like Breanna - and that somewhat agitated me a bit. And the more I think about it - the more Heather looked like Rachael. So I've absolutely decided that my next female assimilation must be blonde. I've never dated a blonde and so there will be no sub-concious connections that I wont pick up on after coming out of a shower. Thinking further upon it - I've also never dated a red-head ( this came with the : " Whoa, Tarwyn is posting? " ) - so those are open as well. continuing on - how does one approach that? Do I ( as I so casually and yet innocently insinuated ) continue on and attempt to persue a " friendship " with a known married woman, knowing me and my knack for ... ah ... " toying " with social situations I know how terribly tempting it is to want to start a wedge between the two of them and I dont even know either of them. Woe.

Also - about what we're going on about alcohol and all - my parents are seeming to fear that I will become an alcoholic " because my father had a hard time with alcohol " - ... hah. I do agree with what has been said about beer being a cheap knock-off and should have never been. However about mixed drinks I disagree. To take all hard liquors straight would become mundane and meandering. You need a bit of a change - merely for the pallete. I can take crown royal straight - and have ( and will more! ) - but I've actually attained a fondness for a ' drink ' of my own devision. one third crown royal + three sixth white grape juice + one sixth grape juice - and with ice ... but you pour the grape juice in slowly so it gives this cool color to the drink. I use to be all hopped up on CR+coke, unfortunately Im not much of a fan for coke, and the grape juice(s) are just all my sort of flavour. yum.

and yet - moving on. Hey jimmoi - did you know that Baz Lurhman did the music to his own movies - and that he also did the sunscreen song? I just about shit bricks and wanted to gouge my eyes out. whoargh.

So the board has lived to be a year old + now. I think back as to what it use to represent and all the times it collected. Im not as proud as I use to be of it. From time to time I've actually considered tearing it down and reforming it to be something I WANTED instead of a gathering of people I know - merely because of the majority of the people here post as often as well ... Tarina. Or Breanna. or - if you really want to get bad : Andy and Pinkos. You cant blame anyone really - to have time to spend to a website when there is life to live? To put into words the actions one does. woe.

I've began the reading of ZEE METAPHORMFSAMSAMESS written by mr. kafka. so far it is a silly book.
I've also attained books one and two of the akira manga. oh jesus. im so in love. let me tell you a little something :

Friendship

I percieve friendship a little different than most. Where-as most people imagine a friend to be someone to turn to when the going gets tough, or who'll spot you money when you need it - or just generally as " family but not blood related " - I disagree with this to its fullest extent. I find friends to be those enemies that you've created not an alliance with - but a non-agression pact for the goodwill of both parties. Do I trust anyone of my proclaimed ' friends ' ? No, not in the slightest. Being that would be the most opportune time in which they'd conviently slide in a serrated dagger of some sorts between my shoulder blades. And I believe that is true friendship - because then you always know where the person stands. I always percieve " happiness " or " good will " to be more of a covert manner of operations really. If you're coming to me with an olive branch or a white flag - then obviously you've got an ace up your sleeve. But if you walk to me straight forwardly, all weapons brandished - I know what you're capable of and what level of defense to place in your way. I bond more with my enemies than I do with my friends. It is silly.

I need to do laundry.

awwhhh... pure liquor is a joy. Don't mix it... dilute it... drink it straight from the bottle the way it was made.

Beer is not really liquor, it is a cheep subsitute for something nice and tasty... like whiskey, 60 year old homemade wine, vodka, tequila, or rum. :)

I've never been drunk, I admit that quite openly, but I do know a nice drink when I taste one. Even if all I can take before getting slightly tipsy is 4 shots. Why did they ever invent beer, light beer, and non-alcoholic beer? It is a disgrace to so called 'hard liquor'... at least that is my view. Others are entitled to theirs', but I know I will never like it's flavor, or that fact that it takes a shitload to get drunk as compared to other more powerful and true alcohols.

Um...Jack Daniel's is Bourbon. It's not made in the area of Kentucky that bourbon traditionally comes from, so they don't call it bourbon. Same shit, made the same way.



Also, Scotch is whiskey.

Booom booom, boom booom boom goes the background.
music. and music derived there-of. how it influences and affects.
I do not know. what I am posting. I have crown royal. it is swell.

yeeah, yeeah, yeeee---eeeeaaaa---aaaaah
- i like it - im not gonna crack -
- i miss you - im not gonna crack -
i love you - im not gonna crack -
- i'll kill you - im not gonna crack -
Breanna is just now turning twenty one? chroist.
No offence, but I guess I really didnt pay much attention there.
maybe its just me. maybe its just meant to be. who knows. zugga zug. hey monkies.

something in the way - Mmmmm hmmmmm -
something in the way ( yeah ) - Mmmmm hmmmmmMmmm -
I originally bought the crown online, it cost me about 90$
but then they canceled the order because I sent it to a PO BOX.
Oh well. looks like someone there actually *WORKS*
so I went down to the place in south-hill : next to borders.
suprisingly not as bad as I figured it would be : cost me roughly fourty dollars less.
same thing. thank god i didnt go the online route.

cause I can see you every night . . . free.
the world is a funny place. who knows where I will be next. who I will be with. what will happen. bum da da dum da - i dont care i dont care i dont care i dont care i dont care if i am old. i dont mind i dont mind i dont mind i dont mind i dont mind - i dont mind if i dont have a mind. boom da da doom doom. this is taking much too long. why am I here - what was I going to say? wikka wikka. DO YOU HAVE AN NES? NES GAMES? give them to me. please ( ? ) thank you for your patience. there is a hole in the bucket, dalielah, dalielah. put a cork in it. im going to go to the mall later today. I think. I was going to buy myself a POWER WHEELS. could I get arrested for driving a POWER WHEELS while drunk, in my back yard? c'mon. you could just get the humor thinking about it. me. drunk. on a big pink barbie power wheels? you know you'd love it more than the picture of zach-o's ass. you know what pisses me off? gaming today. gaming has become some uber-industry in which everyone milks their fair share of the cow. the movie industry has to have a piece of it. the board-game industry has to have a piece of it. fuck, mary+kate-ashley got in on it, and britney's dance beat? im tired of them. i go through video games like corn through an old person's colon. i remember a time when games were tough. not copy pasted same thing different graphics new sound different characters doing *different* moves. which in fact were just the same characters with new avatars and different animations.

fuck you capitalist america
I think things have a much greater impact when all lowercase than uppercase.
hey - wait. I've got a new complaint - forever in debt for you priceless advice.

you're listening to a new sound coming from the underground -
shaking the foundations from the inside - invite the inlaws over and hide the good silver -
wear : where else can you find good excitement for the price of a dime :
have a good time with a grain of salt - shot down like lincoln at a play - who
knows where I'll be tomorrow : where am I today? who needs fun when I've got you :
all tied down - a muffled scream or two : top to the bottom or bottom to top :
what oh what to do - feeling all around for a way to get away : no dont start -
never listened to a word I said - we'll start with the head : mistake - take back :
retract the listing in the phone book dear / oh look at that there goes your ear -
like a bad movie gone good or a good movie gone bad : resevoir dog rip-off, here I come

testing one. testing two.
is this thing on? burning a hole in the at - mo - sp - here.

remember. wear sunscreen at night. UV rays are more harmfull when dormant.

Happy Birthday Breanna.

I had something else to say, but it's gone now.

Hey all, I know it has been a rather long time since I put anything on here, and even longer for Justin, but all I have to say is HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!! Hehehehe, I'm now old enough to drink, at least legaly anyhow. ;)

hey wow i havent posted in a long time well
anyone know anything on cameroon if you do e mail it to me i have a school project that i need to do (unlike hugo) i do go to school still and i need to do this please help!

Where did you buy the Crown?

so I ordered alcohol from online. crown royal whiskey. it owns your soul.
why from online - paying the extra to ship it from god-knows-where?
because I dont want to go to a liquor store. I hate liquor stores. I hate people who go to liquor stores. I hate alcohol.
after talking with coworkers I've found that in life, alcohol goes relitively hand-in-hand with " work "
they've also informed me that this " need " for alcohol is doubled, nay - tripled, with the onset of children.
all in all I dont care as long as I get my whiskey in a velvet bag. Huzzah.

today, I got my new glasses. the lady with the accent played with my hair while " adjusting " them. - SHRUG -
on the way home, on five - oh - seven, a lady was going thirty miles per hour. in the fifty five mile per hour zone.
it was so cool to see seven people in front of me pass her and then pass her and watch seven more people pass her.
that was the highlight of my day.

it seems that all the flexo's at my work ( flexo = machine = my job ) are now going to get prefeeders. and auto-stackers.
that is a pain. the only " manual labour " jobs where you'll feed the machine anymore will be the post. and that sucks.
i will miss feeding thirty pound wax imbued white-bottomed sheets at 17 thousand boxes an hour.
oh. well.

i bought a book. and a game. and im watching a movie. while eating.
aint life the shit.

cool. clicking on people's user names now makes you email them.
huzzah!

After that last post, James, now I'm searching for some I can use to poke out my mind's eye.

That's not a mental image I needed.

If I ever get my own place - Im going to invite Aaron over.

and then I'm going to light candles.

and then im going to tell him : " I can do anything I want here "

and then we will laugh.

Wow.....earthtone slugs.

Nifty.

Steven, if you read this, I have a shirt that I believe to be yours. Found it when I was pulling everything out of my truck before the tow truck arrived. Call me and we'll arrange some way of getting it back to you.

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i will be damned.
this has to have been the best new years ever.

I drank a lot of alcoholic drinks and found one that I particularly ENJOY -
it seems I am a whiskey man.

crown royal + coke/pepsi ... yum.

i know what a hangover feels like.
i know what it is like to just " be okay " around people I dont know.
i enjoyed myself. i enjoyed myself around children - I bonded with co workers.

i had a good time. it was fun. i am happy.

its a good start to the year.
also - the things I did :

I AM THE LAST PERSON TO SAY : " CHROIST CAKES "
I AM THE FIRST PERSON OF THIS YEAR TO PICK MY NOSE AND FART AT THE SAME TIME -

sorry, i wasnt in a very imaginative mood - being tipsy and all.
i see zacho got first post of the year.

i will get first post of the decade. suckas.

I wasn't trying to imply that you edited it....I did that myself. Caught myself saying something I shouldn't.

semi-coherent-ness? That's being quite kind. But what I said then was very lucid for how fucked up I was.


From now on I'll avoid posting in that condition.

I'd just like to point out that I didnt edit bradbury's post.
some people enjoy putting [ edited ] on their posts and from time to time when they do - others actually " yell " or " get on my case " for doing that.
its agitating, really - being that the only instance I edit something is if, say - you're making a post about how people cannot spell worth a shit and you hate their guts and you just happen to type out : " Fukcers can burn in hell! " - i'd fix that.
or you're steven and you decide to type out a long and drawn out letter-per-heading post that fucks everything up.
or michael who cannot seem to use spaces in sentences and makes the board go horizontal.
or jimmoi who posts an image of a bird which alters the size of the board itself.
or - as bradbury beat me to it - when you mass-post something to the extent that it is " beyond necissary " - mind you, at those times I do leave a good bit of your work on the board - but i remove about three fourths of it.

As for bradbury's drunken semi-coherant-ness : be expecting the same from me, tonight - if I get onto Joe's computer at his house.
hee hee hee.
I throughouly plan to get " smashed " as the saying goes - being as i've been long over due for a good " lets forget shit " alcoholic driven frenzy.

Lets all follow bradbury's example ( well, not literally ) - and end this year with a . . .

B A N G

and hey zacho - you gettin' new-years-eve-road-head?
heh - and be sure to post what YOU ARE THE LAST PERSON TO DO : _________ THIS YEAR
and YOU ARE THE FIRST PERSON TO DO : _________ IN 2003 -

I specifically remember than in 2001 Brice was the very first person to shit into a paper bag.
aint that somethin' ?

I dont know what I'll do tonight/morning - but i'll be sure to post it.

"The Other White Meat" is A RED MEAT!!!


All mamallian meat is "red" meat.



The damage it causes to human circulatory systems is amazing.

ME GETING SHITFACED AND BORED=MORE POSTING THAT THE BOARD HAS SEEN IN A MONTH.

[edited]

I apologize to those of you who might be offended by the barely coherent ramblings of a drunk fucker such as myself.

LIFE IS ONE GREAT BIG FUCKING MYSTERY.

ENJOY IT, YOU PEOPLE, YOU MAY OR MAY NOT GET ANOTHER CHANCE.

EVERYTHING IS HERE FOR OUR ENJOYMENT, OR SO IT WOULD SEEM.


THERE'S ONLY ONE SPACE AFTER A COMMA OR SEMICOLON,

TWO AFTER A PERIOD OR A COLON, SO SAYS THE ENGLISH TEACHER.






WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The pig's balls never dropped.

Turns out "he" was a she. Oops.

But I now know what a pig looks like on the inside. Especially the kidneys. For some reason, they don't remove the kidneys when they slaughter hogs. Strange. Most everything is different with pigs.


And, for the record, Blue Max Sausage Company, at 96th and Canyon, 120th and Pacific, and 56th and South Tacoma Way, makes the best smokedm goods (i.e jerky, sausage, etc) in the state. Carl Mefford, the owner of all three, is on hell of a guy. Give his products a try, if any of you get a chance. You won't regret it.


Conherency is for those who haven't discovered mind-altering substances.

Abba Zabba.



Be - all that you can be. And play video games.



Just for the record, I AM NOT AN ALCOHOLIC. I AM A DEDICATED DRINKER

I've told myself that for four years now.

Wow. I can stand. Go figure. I guess a full bladder was all the motivation it took. I can even walk. And sit. And then stand back up again.

Nifty.

Nice post, Zach-o. They were Hicks, not rednecks. There is a difference.
But the fucking-with was first class. I admire your efforts at bringing the sting of being beaten to those who deserve it.


Although, had I read it before my last post, things might have been different.


[Bob Saget says: "I used to suck dick for coke!"]

["I love you man!" "You're not getting my Bud Light."]

Redneckicus Drunkicus:

I now know what it's like to be, more or less, a passenger in the destruction of a $30k vehicle (2001 Toyota Tundra, my baby, and the center of my Hot Rod efforts [read: most of my money, most of my time] for the past year and a half).
Mind you, I was driving the vehicle, but when someone pulls out (directly) in front of you on a wet road at 45 mph, there is nothing the driver can do but try his best and hold the fuck on. Well, my best wasn't good enough at 10 this morning, and now I have been faced with what more than enough people have dealt with. As far as holding on, I did that as well as anyone ever has.

For the remainder(sp?) of my vacation, I'll be dealing with two insurance companies (his and mine), Lakes Body Shop, and the Pierce County Sherriff's department. So, right now, I'm as drunk as I've been in a long time (probably since July or so, but I'm not really sure). Tomorrow, I'll drink until I can't possibly drink any more (then I'll have my buddies poor it down my throat. The goal of this is too keep from being sore [yeah, that's it. that's the ticket!]). Let's just say that, until the 6th (my first day back at work after 16 days off) I'll be giving a lot of money to Coor's and the Washington State Liquor Control Board. ooh, and Peperidge Farms. Damn, those Goldfish Crackers are good. Moreso after a 5th (750ml, 1/5th of 1 gallon) of Jack Daniel's Old Time "Old no. 7 Brand" Quality Tennessee Sour Mash Whiskey (so says the bottle). It is, by making, actually a bourbon, but having not been made in the Bourbon area of Kentucky, they don't call it bourbon. They call it Tennesse Whiskey.

Oh, God yeah. (assuming there is a God. Not that I'm saying there is or isn't, just using an expression.)

I hope you all enjoy your "New Year's" plans, whatever they may be. Hell, sitting around watching TV counts, as long as the spirit is there.

TO END, I'd like to say:

FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!

(I'll truncate it myself, to save James the effort. Just count on me having typed it for ten or twelve pages)


P.S. It's amazing how lucidly I can type. I can't even stand up right now. But I'm watching "Half Baked," so "it's all good."


P.P.S. You'd be surpised how hard I can throw a screwdriver after as wonderfull a crash as I had this morning. The gravel from the side of Canyon Road actually dented the damn thing.

Goals for today:
-Pick up pig.
-Deliver pig to slaughterhouse by 6 a.m.
-Pick up trailer-towed pig-roasting rotisserie.
-Deliver trailer-towed pig-roasting rotisserie to site of pig roasting.
-Retrieve pig from slaughterhouse and deliver to site of pig roasting.

Day's tally:
-Three rednecks, with a combined total of around 6 hours sleep, caked with mud.
-Two trucks, fairly beat-up, caked with mud.
-One Toyota bottle jack, very bent.
-One pig, very alive, fairly oblivious to its situation.
-Zero trailer-towed pig-roasting rotisseries.

Today could have gone worse, but it really would have had to try.

Holy fuckin' Chroist

Well, for those of you who didn't know - my sister ran away from home a few days ago. Tonight, I had an odd thought - what about (enter freinds name)? Her parents are known for harbouring run aways. So, I pull into their driveway and BAM! There's my sister in their living room. I didn't even have to go in - I saw her from the road. and she saw me.

So, I knock on the door. No answer. So, I pound on the door. No answer. So, I get in anyway. BAM! I commited a crime.

Then, there's the yelling match. Then, the freind's parents say, "Okay, you can take Amber and (insert freind she ran away with's name here) with you." and then helped them ESCAPE out the back. What the fuck is that?!? So, my dad is called. They call the cops on my dad for assault, when he's not even there yet. I call (insert name of freind who ran away with sister)'s Mom and tell her what's up. Dad tells them, as their being taped by a 911 operator, that if Amber or (insert that same old friend) set foot in their house, they are committing the felony of harbouring a runaway as well as aiding a minor in a crime - as one of the runaways has a "youth at risk" order/arrest warrent out on her. Dad leaves, I go to the front of the neighborhood to wait for said other mother. She drives back though the neighborhood sans headlights and sees my sister and her daughter though the same window and calls 911. She calls me and my dad, we go over there. The cop won't go get them out because they claim they're afriad to go home ( I would be too at that point! ). My dad says to the cop "Either me or her are leaving here in a cop car tonight." Cop takes that as a threat, calls for back-up, claiming my Dad is assaulting him. Back-up arrives, goes in and gets both girls. As they get in the car, (insert harbour-ers names) tell the cops I don't have a liscence. I do. They say they're gonna smack me with breaking and entering - I'd already talked to the cop and told him what happened, he's cool with it. Dad is talked to for assaulting the officer, but they're all in all cool with that to. (Other runaway's mother) gets a case number, and the harbour-ers are hit with -

1)Aiding a minor in committing a crime - felony
2)Harbouring a runaway x2 - felony
3)Concealing the whereabouts of a runaway x2 - ?
4)and, for refusing to remand Amber to my custody, custodial interference by a non-related party - felony

and the Hell of it is - they won't know tis till tomorrow morning.

I shall elaborate my point because it seems nobody has seemed to got it - but rather, has pigeonholed me into the stereotypical " grinch " or " scrooge " as it may be. I believe steve may have the same feeling I have - and yet you still do not listen to him either. So here I go.

First and foremost my beef was not necissarily with the economizing of christmas as a holiday. I dont care much for that.
and secondly - Im tired of all the bullshit that comes when someone makes a point and the only thing to degrade that point is : " YOU THINK TOO MUCH " or " STOP OVER ANALYZING THINGS " or something else along the same lines. These two points I shall further elaborate.

My beef with christmas was about the idealogies behind them. Not about " OH MAN I AM NOT GOING TO HAVE FUN BECAUSE OF ( SOME REASON ) " - and it wasnt about NOT ENJOYING CHRISTMAS. My beef was behind presents and the idealogies that people present in giving and receiving said presents. Not with the holiday. THE PEOPLE - and secondly : specifically for michael that is : Im not a family person. I dont give a flying rats ass if mom and dad and little brother joe and the one legged crippled kid who " PLEASE SAH, MAY I HAVE SOME MOHRE? " shows up to get a turkey. I dont want grandma and grandpa over. I dont want Calvin and his umpteenth girlfriend-whom-will-soon-be-replaced over. I dont want toys. I dont want gifts. I want happiness. And all these things which are done over and over each and every year DONT FUCKIN' DO IT. Im a nice person. I give presents willingly when there isnt an occasion to call for it. Im not needy, and Im not greedy. Im a very good person. It tears me up inside when christmas time rolls itself around and all of a sudden everyone is calling me a grinch. Or misanthropic. Or materialistic. Or scrooge. And they start telling me that I need to " lighten up " and " get into the spirit " - how the fuck can I get into the spirit when all it takes is for a holiday to make you my best friend? To make you buy me things? To make you be nice? To make you FINALLY have goodwill and tidings towards all men? Fuck you. I do believe in Christ and I do believe in his teachings - but I sure as hell dont believe in all the fabricated bullshit that comes along with : " OH YOU NEED TO BE HAPPY ON THIS SPECIFIC DAY " crap - You think I didnt buy things to " make a dent " in some coporation's plans? No, I didnt buy presents because I didnt deserve to buy them. I didnt buy presents because the people I was going to get them didnt deserve them. WHERE THE FUCK HAS THE CONCEPT OF BEING HUMBLE GONE? Oh fuck that lets flush it down a toilet and be happy.

I will show my goodwill towards men throughout the year.
It wont take a god-damned paid day off of work for me to be a nice person.

secondly.

WHAT THE FUCK? This is the way I am. I think. Its what I do. While everyone else was out drinking their alcohol and having their parties and going to football games and fucking their friends and playing in streets I was in the library or at home reading a book and thinking about life. Thinking about why I existed and the meaning to things. I THOUGHT about the things PEOPLE DID instead of DOING THEM. Now that Im reaching the point of my life where I have to do those things people continually tell me that all the conclusions Ive come to are fabricated and nothing more than " over thinking " and that I should " relax " and " take it easy " and " stop being so stupid " - well fuck you buddy. Sorry if I cannot live my life by the swing of every second and never stop to think " what does this mean? " - sorry that I think life has some greater intent, some higher purpose to it rather than " feeling good " or " being happy " - fuck you if I cant say something and instead of trying to LOGICALLY SHOOT ME DOWN on the same grounds you decide that " its higher and mighter " to say : " HUH HUH, I DONT CARE YOU IS STUPID STOP AND JUST SMOKE THIS JOINT AND RELAX DOOD " - FUCK YOU.

I DONT WANT A GOD DAMNED HUG.
I DONT WANT FUCKIN SYMPATHY.
I WANT TO STOP GETTING SCREWED BY MY GOD DAMNED "FRIENDS" EVERY FUCKING TURN I TAKE.
I WANT TO HAVE SOME SORT OF RESPECT FOR THE PEOPLE I KNOW AND FOR MYSELF.
I WANT TO BE ABLE TO LOOK AT MY LIFE AND THE LIVES OF THOSE AROUND ME AND BE PROUD.
I WANT TO SIT DOWN AND HAVE DISCUSSIONS ABOUT THINGS THAT I BELIEVE MATTER BUT MAKE NO REAL DIFFERENCE.
I WANT TO BE COMPELLED TO LIVE LIFE RATHER THAN PASS IT BY WITH ELATION AND GOOD FEELING.
I WANT TO BE HAPPY AND HAVE THE KNOWLEDGE TO KNOW WHY I AM HAPPY AND UNDERSTAND WHERE THE HAPPINESS COMES FROM.

wrap that in a god damned box and put it under my tree.
fuck you.
and have a merry christmas.

Bah! Humbug.

Here's some holiday spirit for you:

Aaron, lick the sweat from my ball sack.

It wasn't mockery, just reality.


Fuck the holiday season. It's all a bunch commercialistic bullshit from one religion that controls the economy for no apparent reason. No more. It was never a huge deal until people started cashing in on it. The spirit and intentions of the season are dead.

CHRISTMAS
or a lack there - of

I'd like to wish you all a merry christmas. So I will do that now : Merry Christmas - but yet the words do not express much of anything to me anymore. I think the ending of this year marks my final descent into insanity. The final snap before the real havok begins. I do not know what the next year will bring - but I do know that it wont be pretty. I will move out. I will have my own place. I will let my eccentricies run wild - and most of all I will be happy. Happiness and insanity - for some damn reason, are the same thing for me. If I imagine myself to be in a good mood, then obviously I must have lost something in the wood-work. My idealogies have manifested themselves in a full-blown manner to which I cannot help but do anything. I just sit to the side and watch them grab the controls and say : " THIS IS HOW IT IS GOING TO BE, MOTHA FUCKA " - and so it is. Christmas, for example. I do not celebrate my birthday - in fact, I dont think birthdays should be celebrated. The birth of christ has, and it has been said so many times before that it isnt funny - become nothing more than an economic bump in corporations' plans for gathering money into their pockets. Christmas now starts the day after thanksgiving. I wanted to give people presents but I thought the presents would be empty inside. Just full of money and " I think this person wants this " - no real caring or real feeling attatched to them. I think that this lack of caring has also made people think that : " I should get what I want from these people this year because ( insert reason ) " - always wanting to want. To want want want want. I asked myself this year - or should I say that my father came in and asked : " what do you want for christmas? " - I ... thought about it. Nothing. I dont want anything, really. And I figured thats was it. I have totally lost it. The american idealogy of : "WANT WANT WANT WANT" had been erradicated. I just keep on going. So.

I hope that every one of you wants to get something for christmas.
I hope that every one of you gets what you want this christmas.
I hope that every one of you enjoys life and is happy with what comes.

just other ways of saying Merry Christmas.
Happy New Year.

I thought of trying to gather together poker night on christmas.
but I figured that would be blasphemy.

Okay, you can go to the airport dressed like that.

I'll follow behind dressed normally, and enjoy the show as you get to taste a rubber glove that took the long way up.

Games acquired :

NES GAMES
- Cyber Stadium Series Base Wars ( a game me and steven both highly remember being awesome, but remember nothing about )
- BLASTER MASTER ( c'mon, if you dont know, you aint no gamer )

COMPUTER GAMES
- Hegemonia Legions of Iron ( some RTS game that has been bugging me to buy it )

MOVIE GAMES
- ALL THREE BACK TO THE FUTURES
- Charly and the Chocolate Factory

also : as long as napster informs me, im ok.
although ill still bitch.
motherfucker.
but i dont mind really - unless its something im actively playing ( ie > mortal kombat )
then some heads would roll.
but people round these parts rarely play GTAVC any much.

anywho.
I gotta zip.


Carpe Carpe.

Carpe Noctem

Carpe Cerevisi

Carpe Spiritus

well james i think its my mom calling you if it was this morning at like 640 cuz she got onto my s/n and looked up your # on my list so yea sorry about that

WHO IN CHROIST'S NAME WITH THE RESTRICTED NUMBER IS CALLING ME?!

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

my god its been so long since i could post from school but i can now and no one really cares but yeah ok when is the next poker night i would like to come up and play if there is an open spot so ill prolly come up to the collins house within the next week

blahhhhh!!!!!\
\stinky shit smells bad!!

Yeah... i really really really hate to say this but...

I don't think wednesday is gonna happen people...

I just realized, i have to run therapy today (i forget cause it's once a month and i didn't realize... it's been a month).

Add to that that this bird thing is kickin' my ass... and i still have to write two papers on it. Fuck.

However, i will be down for the weekend... that much i'm sure of. UGH> stupid BIRDS
later.

Not that the TT isn't an impressive car....it's just not a true sports car. As far as the eclipse....not with all the bad press Mitsu has been getting as of late. Too many problems that Mitsu just goes "Oh, really? Sucks to be you."

Hm...eggnog from the liquor store....yes, indeed....

Audi TT?
Yuppie-bait piece of Eurotrash.

Mid-life-crisis-mobile.

Not a sports car.

Life enjoys mocking me.
I found the car I desire - AN AUDI TT - sportscar, sweet.
oh. wait. today on the ride home this guy rides my ass - and Im like : FUCK YOU BUDDY! so I pull off to the right to let him speed by because I wasnt in a mood to deal with that shit - and what is he driving? An audi TT. ZOOM by he went, then got in front of me - " so he's going my way? " I thought to mysef, figuring it was a sportscar and he'd treat it like everyone treats sportscars - DRIVE IT SLOW AS FUCK. But no. not this guy. Him and I were zooming down 507 at seventy miles per hour before someone going SIXTY miles per hour went and got in his way. So whats he do? This sportscar driving audi TT man goes and passes the sixty-mile-per-hour car. It is EIGHT O CLOCK in the MORNING. The oncoming traffic is heavy. And you know what? He fuckin' pulls it off.

( drool )

In other news, the miata I tried to get from my mother's friends? Oh. yeah. They're selling it.
fuckers.

Also
- Jimmoi : posting pictures of animals has already been done by steve. you lose.
- Zacho : you enjoy buggery, you buggery enjoying baffoon.
- Anyone else : MORTAL KOMBAT DEADLY ALLIANCE IS FUN - eat shit and die.

and not to forget :
It seems that a lot of FUCKIN COMPUTER JERK-OFFS like to come by this site and then EMAIL ME because they're looking for a NEVERWINTER NIGHTS CD KEY GENERATOR - which took me FOREVER to find and they think that I am just going to HAND IT OVER TO THEM because they ask? >> politely - I should add. Well here is to you in the event you've come to this website looking for such :

FIND IT YOURSELF, ASS FUCK.
I DID THE WORK, YOU SHOULD TOO.
EAT A COCK.

yeah.

Oh... and as soon as they are in stock...

i'm planning on gettin' a 10GB iPod.

Sweet.

My computer is back.

They completely replaced the logic board and gave me a new hard drive... which means i'll be working on putting all my old files back onto this thing...

how funzo.

Once done, and this quarter is over... i think i'll be postin' more :).

Plus, i think i'm on the mend with regards to a really crappy start to this quarter. Heheh...

Late.r

Wow, another day with no posts.

I still remember the first one, and how everyone made a huge deal out of it....ah, good times.......

Micheal, you fucker!!! That was sooo not cool!

Aaron - That was michael. I was probably off in my quadrant getting new sheilds and stuff. If you want to do me a favor - say that I " recommended you " to E&B - in the startup screen say that " NOT MUD " got you in. Then I get a bonus. wheee.

Just for kicks : Andy's " away messge " today?

No. Fuck you and piss off

yeah.
because we all know that I was the catalyst and it was me who should have apoligized.
( cough )

doobie do. J.D. just called me. woke me up. wow. he sounds different.

blewis212@charter.net, the idiot, is at it again - but he's trying to be sly now.

his latest attempt actually included my user-name ( for here ) NOT MUD in the subject line.
let me clue you in on something buddy -
I've set up a filter system that says : " hey look this email is from blewis212@charter.net "
and then after it does that it automatically marks whatever the fuck you sent me with " read already " status.
then it moves it to the trash folder, which is deleted soon after.

Are you DAFT? get a new email address why dont you? CHROIST.
I dont trust MY FAMILY, My ASSOCIATES or My FRIENDS enough to run a program they send me.
you think Im going to trust you?