HATE COMPUTER
somehow i got a shitload of fucking stupid pop ups on here. they prevent me from typing. god damn them.
i am actually screaming at Dolci.
"STOP!!! STOP IT YOU FUCKIN' CUNT!!!"
yes. all my wrath & rage. directed towards a machine.
i have no idea how i got these fucking things. i use firefox. i thought that made a difference.
i think Swallow sent them to me;
Swallow, you fucking cunt.
im going to blame him for it regardless of what actually happened. aha ha ha
but does anybody know what i can do about this bullshit? i want to fucking MURDER these pop ups. any advice would be greatly appreciated.
i saw a roadrunner on the way home from Whitneys this morning.
here come the prepositions; are you ready for these prepositions
it was on the white wall across the street from the apartments at the entrance to her neighborhood.
i love seeing those birds. even in the city i do not fear for them because they are weightless. i swear. i havent seen one since i was very young, but its very obvious in the way they move that they have some sort of antigravity device embedded in them somewhere. just dont tell the government. please. its bad enough they now have the death ray.
oh and it is Monday, not today, that i have to clean my mothers entire house. probably i will go around with Whitney again this evening. we might end up going out to Boulder. i would just like to ride around like a fuckin gangsta.
love & darkness & my sideaaarrm
post script
this is a public entry therefore IT IS COMPLETELY INNOCUOUS. i think.
you should know that the truth is hilarious. not that this is not true.
i guess what i am saying is that this journal is mostly for those on the list.
& really wild stuff is for filtered individuals. you know, about how i am the biggest fucking crack dealer in thisere valley of the meadows nshit. the end.
i am actually screaming at Dolci.
"STOP!!! STOP IT YOU FUCKIN' CUNT!!!"
yes. all my wrath & rage. directed towards a machine.
i have no idea how i got these fucking things. i use firefox. i thought that made a difference.
i think Swallow sent them to me;
Swallow, you fucking cunt.
im going to blame him for it regardless of what actually happened. aha ha ha
but does anybody know what i can do about this bullshit? i want to fucking MURDER these pop ups. any advice would be greatly appreciated.
i saw a roadrunner on the way home from Whitneys this morning.
here come the prepositions; are you ready for these prepositions
it was on the white wall across the street from the apartments at the entrance to her neighborhood.
i love seeing those birds. even in the city i do not fear for them because they are weightless. i swear. i havent seen one since i was very young, but its very obvious in the way they move that they have some sort of antigravity device embedded in them somewhere. just dont tell the government. please. its bad enough they now have the death ray.
oh and it is Monday, not today, that i have to clean my mothers entire house. probably i will go around with Whitney again this evening. we might end up going out to Boulder. i would just like to ride around like a fuckin gangsta.
love & darkness & my sideaaarrm
post script
this is a public entry therefore IT IS COMPLETELY INNOCUOUS. i think.
you should know that the truth is hilarious. not that this is not true.
i guess what i am saying is that this journal is mostly for those on the list.
& really wild stuff is for filtered individuals. you know, about how i am the biggest fucking crack dealer in thisere valley of the meadows nshit. the end.